Kris. He runs the signs over a few times to himself, happily letting Kris do whatever the hell it is they're doing over at the counter, until he realizes-- oh, the human has a sword.
Humans aren't really supposed to be using swords where he comes from. They're dated and, though they're clearly the superior weapon, far less effective than a gun. Or magic. Or even a really well-thrown rock. Points for style?
Wykkyd disappears, reappearing shortly on the adjacent counter, legs crossed neatly. He puts his chin in his hands, then his hands on his knees, then his hands on the table, rocking back briefly.
"You're human."
Now he feels awkward. That's embarrassing. He could stick around, making even more of a fool of himself, or... he's still kinda hungry. He slides off the counter, sidling over to stand next to Kris, and reaches out to snatch a handful of apple slices. Sword apple slices? God knows what it's touched. He'll probably be fine. Instead of hanging around and being charged with apple thievery, he waves, sticks a slice of apple between his teeth, and disappears.
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Humans aren't really supposed to be using swords where he comes from. They're dated and, though they're clearly the superior weapon, far less effective than a gun. Or magic. Or even a really well-thrown rock. Points for style?
Wykkyd disappears, reappearing shortly on the adjacent counter, legs crossed neatly. He puts his chin in his hands, then his hands on his knees, then his hands on the table, rocking back briefly.
"You're human."
Now he feels awkward. That's embarrassing. He could stick around, making even more of a fool of himself, or... he's still kinda hungry. He slides off the counter, sidling over to stand next to Kris, and reaches out to snatch a handful of apple slices. Sword apple slices? God knows what it's touched. He'll probably be fine. Instead of hanging around and being charged with apple thievery, he waves, sticks a slice of apple between his teeth, and disappears.