@glcsshecrts || QUENTIN ;;
“so what, you’re some sort of superhero?”
call five incredulous. he might be a teenager, but he’s not a dumbass. he knows morality is far too grey for people to fit neatly into a box titled superhero. no good guys, no bad guys. just guys, and the decisions they make.
“you look like you would play one in a movie, or something.” he offers, as though that explains everything. “though this is more villain than anything else, i gotta admit.”
he’s been following this guy for the better part of an hour, initially out of boredom, and then out of suspicion. is it possible for one single person to act more shady?
he’d been caught, of course. it’s hard not to be caught when the person you’re following is flanked by seemingly thousands of little drones. but that’s no problem. he’d just zip away before shit hit the fan, and that would be that.
“are the weapons really necessary? i’m a kid.” he’s not going to be cowed by the other, not in a million years, but he can fall back on the fact that he’s hardly 19, that many see his youth as a reason to leave him alone.