"…From the lost and found closet. The only things that didn't need an immediate wash?" Nero raised his eyebrows, then shrugged and put his hands up, briefly muffling a laugh. "Okay, okay. I won't say anything' else. Clearly it's been covered, and you don't need to be made further aware of the situation. Have that under control all on your own."
He didn't really expect the conversation to turn towards this topic. Police trustability, huh? He was neutral on the subject, mostly. In his opinion, the thought of too much distrust was laughable. Sure, supernatural cops had their intimidation factors to some, but they were a bunch of floppy, soft, newborn puppy dogs in comparison to the fucking full-blown military types he was familiar with. Law enforcement with an iron spiked fist, and other such investments.
"Wholesome," he snorted, grinning, though it wasn't particularly mean. "I think they'll just think you look ridiculous, babe, it's that simple. But hey, good for you, with the whole--" He made vague motions with his hand for a moment, trying to find the right words. He couldn't, so his speech was left light, humorous. "The caring about shit like that business. Really." And he remained the only one who knew he felt a tinge of admiration.
It'd be something he'd take advantage of without a blink, in another place, with another person. Good intentions, you know? Good intentions, or at least any commital towards pretending to have them, which was a marvel on its own! What a fucking mystery. Unicorns existed here too, he had to remind himself, the stereotypical storybook ones. All the wonders of space-- and Manta Carlos, this tiny little hole stuffed with weirdos, still managed to catch him off guard. From time to time. He wouldn't tell.
"Felix, I got zero ways of telling what kids these days like or not. You know I've only seen clips of Frozen, and it's dumb meme clips? That, and the fact that someone played that song, the one it's known for, at a space mall this one thing. I don't think they were suppose'ta do that, either. But! I know there's an inherent need in children to be excited about Disney movies. Listen. It's science. I would know. Side project of alien researchers, the Disney phenomenon study. Witnessed it myself."
After showing off his ability to ramble a mile a minute, and lie straight faced about space Disney studies, he went quiet as he watched Felix leave. Made brief eye contact with the rabbit, and licked his lips. Damn, that was way too appetizing. Self control! The requirement of a predator that happened to be smitten. He crossed his arms and gave a huff. He opted to grab some of the dumped out candy and eat it, wrapper included. It wasn't bad! He'd eaten garbage, his whole crew (at least the seniors) had. Manta Carlos plastic was gentle on his stomach.
He was picking absently at his clothes, right about to start poking Buns out of short attention span when Felix came back. Nero would love to say he reacted in a suave manner, but he glanced up and choked on absolutely nothing. Air, he guessed. He had a small coughing fit, and tugged at his shirt collar. "Wow, it get hotter in here? Ahem. Hey, you look drop dead gorgeous, an' I'm not just sayin' that 'cause I want sex, but that's a thing too."
He opened his mouth to reply to the question, but then, his exotic pet burst in. He gestured at Hattie and shrugged. "Trick or treating education, duh. I have two short babies that can pretend to be children, and behave like children half the time already, so I thought I'd let 'em have some fun. Hats, sweet pea, go ahead an' loot the cops for all they're worth. Except the bunny. Sorry. Top Kekaroonie not with you? What a scamp."
He didn't really expect the conversation to turn towards this topic. Police trustability, huh? He was neutral on the subject, mostly. In his opinion, the thought of too much distrust was laughable. Sure, supernatural cops had their intimidation factors to some, but they were a bunch of floppy, soft, newborn puppy dogs in comparison to the fucking full-blown military types he was familiar with. Law enforcement with an iron spiked fist, and other such investments.
"Wholesome," he snorted, grinning, though it wasn't particularly mean. "I think they'll just think you look ridiculous, babe, it's that simple. But hey, good for you, with the whole--" He made vague motions with his hand for a moment, trying to find the right words. He couldn't, so his speech was left light, humorous. "The caring about shit like that business. Really." And he remained the only one who knew he felt a tinge of admiration.
It'd be something he'd take advantage of without a blink, in another place, with another person. Good intentions, you know? Good intentions, or at least any commital towards pretending to have them, which was a marvel on its own! What a fucking mystery. Unicorns existed here too, he had to remind himself, the stereotypical storybook ones. All the wonders of space-- and Manta Carlos, this tiny little hole stuffed with weirdos, still managed to catch him off guard. From time to time. He wouldn't tell.
"Felix, I got zero ways of telling what kids these days like or not. You know I've only seen clips of Frozen, and it's dumb meme clips? That, and the fact that someone played that song, the one it's known for, at a space mall this one thing. I don't think they were suppose'ta do that, either. But! I know there's an inherent need in children to be excited about Disney movies. Listen. It's science. I would know. Side project of alien researchers, the Disney phenomenon study. Witnessed it myself."
After showing off his ability to ramble a mile a minute, and lie straight faced about space Disney studies, he went quiet as he watched Felix leave. Made brief eye contact with the rabbit, and licked his lips. Damn, that was way too appetizing. Self control! The requirement of a predator that happened to be smitten. He crossed his arms and gave a huff. He opted to grab some of the dumped out candy and eat it, wrapper included. It wasn't bad! He'd eaten garbage, his whole crew (at least the seniors) had. Manta Carlos plastic was gentle on his stomach.
He was picking absently at his clothes, right about to start poking Buns out of short attention span when Felix came back. Nero would love to say he reacted in a suave manner, but he glanced up and choked on absolutely nothing. Air, he guessed. He had a small coughing fit, and tugged at his shirt collar. "Wow, it get hotter in here? Ahem. Hey, you look drop dead gorgeous, an' I'm not just sayin' that 'cause I want sex, but that's a thing too."
He opened his mouth to reply to the question, but then, his exotic pet burst in. He gestured at Hattie and shrugged. "Trick or treating education, duh. I have two short babies that can pretend to be children, and behave like children half the time already, so I thought I'd let 'em have some fun. Hats, sweet pea, go ahead an' loot the cops for all they're worth. Except the bunny. Sorry. Top Kekaroonie not with you? What a scamp."
