@stxrrboy came in like a wrecking ball plotted for a starter-!
It isn’t unusual to be walking aimlessly, without a reason beyond seeing something new or interesting. The world is very big, but it’s been a long time; Kris is tired. Needs to wander, sometimes, to feel like he’s not sitting outside of time, watching the slow decay and crumble of everything around him.
Preoccupation is an unfortunate side effect of trying to outrun your own mortality, or lack thereof, and the city is full of life signs. Emotions and sensations keep washing over his skin, twitching in each muscle until he’s overstimulated and the world is a chattering haze. The sudden spark in front of him comes as a surprise but Kris is slow to pull out of his thoughts and walking too fast.
The collision is abrupt, staggering him back, but it’s the wash of sudden cold that makes him yelp. Fluid splashing up into his face, sharp chills from the ice in the cup and then a streak of pure white-blue sensation down his chest when one of the cubes slides into his open collar.
Does he mean to flash his wings out in a defensive display as he gasps and flails? No, but somehow he did it anyways, and now Kris has to catch up to the fact that he’s standing on the side of a city street with ice down his shirt, reeking of lemons and sugar, black feathers spread for all to see and... a very tall, likely very confused man in front of him.
“—uh.” He starts, swallows, tries again. “Sorry?”