[Minato happened to be nearby and saw it all. He had started to worry when the car appeared to be crashing, until he saw the man teleport out of the car. Hope you don't mind a blue-haired headphones kid approach you out of concern.]
[He's glad to hear that, although now Minato's has a chance to observe the wreckage. A part of him almost feels sick at the sight, even if his face doesn't show it.]
Hm, you were aware for the week the Milkman took over the office of Police Chief? Nothing much happened except school started, and the hotel captured a number of us for a night out. I understand the teens were at the bowling alley, and there was a carnival in town.
Troublesome at different levels. There are a few people most pointedly not talking about it. With a wide range of reactions.
[ She gives a small chuckle, ] As events go, it was one of the less stressful for me. The worst thing about the evening for me was being subjected to the hideous interior decorating.
Really? Well, I suppose people don't always wish to share every moment of their lives on the phone.
That does sound quite unfortunate. These humans from the 1950's time era don't seem to have much style. [Referring of course to that hideous suit he had to wear.]
No, not really. [He says, rubbing his head.] But, I'm sure I will be better soon. [Especially when a pretty young lady is concerned about him. But, he's too annoyed to be smooth.]
[She approaches, trying to check for any physical injuries. She doesn't see anything wrong - after all, he did teleport out of the car before it crashed - but it's best to check to be sure.]
Is your head all right? I'd be glad to check it out for you.
I'm not sure if it is or not. I never had a head injury before. [Well, except that time Slick was bonking on his cueball with that hitcher. Not that it really did anything other than surprise him.]
[she's just about to approach said car when he calls out, and she goes very still, looking over in the direction of the human voice. she receives only a blurry imprint of whoever it is- she can only tell that it's a human male, tall, wearing beige clothing. she takes a step closer, and as his scent comes through, the image grows crisper and clearer. this man is no one she recognizes, but it's the smell that identifies him.
[A quiet, lilac-haired girl watches up until the point when the car disappears. She will slowly approach afterwards, though she still doesn't say anything.]
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Do you need help?
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No, no, I'm fine. I'll clean it up in a few moments. [He just wants to evaluate the situation first.]
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It's too bad for your car.
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[ He rather be trapped in a fancy hotel than forced to drink milk :( ]
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[ She gives a small chuckle, ] As events go, it was one of the less stressful for me. The worst thing about the evening for me was being subjected to the hideous interior decorating.
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That does sound quite unfortunate. These humans from the 1950's time era don't seem to have much style. [Referring of course to that hideous suit he had to wear.]
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Is your head all right? I'd be glad to check it out for you.
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also the car smells like cranberry jam. delicious.]
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Seer, stop that. Cars are not for sniffing, unless they are new. This one is clearly not new.
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vanilla milkshake.]
...Mr. White Tex-- Mr. Vanilla Milkshake?
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...Well, I am not quite 'vanilla' right now. More of a milk chocolate. [He says with a sigh. This suit is so horrible god why.]
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Is there something you need?
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.....Replacement of data from one space with another. Teleportation.
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Yes, yes it is. No need to clutter up the street with it.
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