[ It might not be 100% safe to wander around aimlessly, but applying common sense to himself has been difficult lately. He's about ready to head home, though. Until he sees the ice cream truck.
It's childish, but he really wants a cone, and nobody is around to judge him. So he approaches the window, absently searching for change in his bag, and when he goes up to order --
...yeah that sure is an alien. ]
Oh, um. Hi... there.
[ STAYING COOL. Even though there's a million things going through his head and he's easily identifiable. ]
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It's childish, but he really wants a cone, and nobody is around to judge him. So he approaches the window, absently searching for change in his bag, and when he goes up to order --
...yeah that sure is an alien. ]
Oh, um. Hi... there.
[ STAYING COOL. Even though there's a million things going through his head and he's easily identifiable. ]
Can I just... can I get a chocolate cone?