Impulse, having explored every inch of the city, complex, and most of the surrounding area before returning to the complex, more or less fatigued, for a speedster. Just needed to recharge, actually. Behind the counter int he lounge, sat the young hero, munching on chips, cookies, cold cut sandwiches, anything that looked tasty, really. Had to get his carbs.
"What's that smell?" Bart asked, turning to look at the new kid. Okay, getting caught around here with his Impulse suit on was probably not very wise but without Max here?
The room he ran into-teeth bared in a grin- happened to be occupied by another older teen. Trowa Barton was getting basic water from the machine and met Ben's eager eyes with mild irritation when he turned around to see the boy was nearly upon him.
He merely stepped out of the way. "Next time, say something beforehand?"
"Sorry! Just got a little excited," he apologized, turning a little red with embarrassment though the guy's annoyance seemed to bounce right off him. "I really wasn't expecting this weird place to have a smoothie machine."
He moved up when the stranger moved away, selecting his ingredients: turnip, wheat grass, ginger...excellent. As soon as it was finished blending and had presented him with his concoction, Ben had snagged it and was taking a sip, face completely bliss'd out.
Then he turned back to the guy. "My name's Ben. What's yours?"
...Seriously? This was what the computer picked? A fine specimen indeed. Trowa looked the boy over with obvious irritation. He didn't know whether he was supposed to laugh or just leave.
"Don't have one but I am called Trowa, Ben." he stepped away, farther into the room where a lounge was set up.
If he'd picked up anything from Kevin, it was that he could tell when someone was trying to figure him out. He admitted that he, really, wasn't the most complicated guy on Earth, but a lot of the people who did that were trying to figure out how much of a threat he was.
Ben's eyes narrowed just slightly as he tried to figure this guy out. He seemed human but who knew if they had alien ancestry or if they were just wearing an ID mask? Then again, the guy kind of had a right to look mad; Ben had nearly mowed him down.
He shook off his paranoia as he glanced down at the Omnitrix, the reddened face turning back to green. Well, in case of absolutely emergency, the Omnitrix was ready for action. He just hoped it wouldn't come to that.
"Well, nice to meet you!" he called as the guy walked off. "Sorry about nearly running you over!"
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"Hey there!" he said, brilliant smile on his face.
Wow. This guy had a uniform straight out of a comic book. Maybe he knew the Galactic Enforcers?
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He merely stepped out of the way. "Next time, say something beforehand?"
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He moved up when the stranger moved away, selecting his ingredients: turnip, wheat grass, ginger...excellent. As soon as it was finished blending and had presented him with his concoction, Ben had snagged it and was taking a sip, face completely bliss'd out.
Then he turned back to the guy. "My name's Ben. What's yours?"
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"Don't have one but I am called Trowa, Ben." he stepped away, farther into the room where a lounge was set up.
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Ben's eyes narrowed just slightly as he tried to figure this guy out. He seemed human but who knew if they had alien ancestry or if they were just wearing an ID mask? Then again, the guy kind of had a right to look mad; Ben had nearly mowed him down.
He shook off his paranoia as he glanced down at the Omnitrix, the reddened face turning back to green. Well, in case of absolutely emergency, the Omnitrix was ready for action. He just hoped it wouldn't come to that.
"Well, nice to meet you!" he called as the guy walked off. "Sorry about nearly running you over!"
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