#divine-powers

"Are you human? If not, what are you, if I may ask?" He went straight to the point, wanting to receive the answer as soon as possible.

What in the fuck is that? Is that a gremlin? Hawks blinked a couple of times, stepping closer to whatever it was. It was definitely a person. But he looked so weird. Then again, who was Hawks to judge. But this gremlin looked like he didn’t belong.  

“What are you?”

His curiosity was overpowering.

          Honey-colored eyes roamed the expanse of the bar, pausing over each patron with predatory calculation. Nothing yet. Too loud, a friend group, too buff; every single person looked like they were more trouble than they were worth. He mulled over the idea of waiting or going home when the statement reached his ears. Turning in his seat, calloused fingers tapped against the side of his mug, one brow raised incredulously.          ❝Oh, ja? You think so? I’m a pretty boring guy, I’d say!❞ That all-too-pleasant smile never faltered despite the odd and too-bold approach. ❝… You here alone, buddy?❞

“Oh! Have you heard? Apparently The Bardot family fell from grace due to some politicial scandals. . . They stole a LOT of cash or something. You didn’t hear it from me though.”

Cyrus turned around at the light tapping on his shoulder. When he spotted the culprit, he gave the man a look-over. “Ah.. can I help you?”