The purple drug lord froze and gave a low whistle, "Well, fuck me, there ya are, Cream Puff," Jimmy tipped his hat back with a slow sweet grin, "Been too long."
Pulsar had been out and about.
It was approaching about two weeks since he’d arrived in the universe through that portal of a woman and he was enjoying himself immensely. Loving the sights, the smells, the tastes of food. Even his little pet Nebs was sticking his snout out of his pocket here and there to take a look.
Pulsar was skirting the edge of the main park when he heard someone talking.
To him. He could tell, because there was no one else here, and when he looked at who was speaking, they were looking right at him.
Huh. Cream puff? That was a new one, but he didn’t know who this guy was. Still, the man had a look of familiarity in his eyes and Pulsar stopped in his tracks, tail swishing and his head tilting.
“Here I am? I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met.”
