Malone was coming to understand this place -- or parts of it -- in ways that mattered, while still not really understanding it for the most part and approaching that with a breezy acceptance. None of this really made sense, and the thing he was most certain about was that he wasn't supposed to be here.
He dealt with these things in the way that he dealt with all other unpleasant realities: acknowledged that they were there and then did not deal with them. It would be good to know his way around this city, and he was familiarizing himself with the shopping district in any case...
But it was worth it to get a little distracted with this strange magic ship. And its dispensers!
"What's a seven-up?" Malone asked, totally unbothered by the nonstandard greeting, just curious. "Is it a good flavor?" He turned as he was asking and was immediately stricken by --it took him a moment to realize this was the person he was talking to! This was not a human and was most certainly not a gran. His eyes widened, and he stepped closer, asking the rude question with no compunction: "What are you? Are you magic?"
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He dealt with these things in the way that he dealt with all other unpleasant realities: acknowledged that they were there and then did not deal with them. It would be good to know his way around this city, and he was familiarizing himself with the shopping district in any case...
But it was worth it to get a little distracted with this strange magic ship. And its dispensers!
"What's a seven-up?" Malone asked, totally unbothered by the nonstandard greeting, just curious. "Is it a good flavor?" He turned as he was asking and was immediately stricken by --it took him a moment to realize this was the person he was talking to! This was not a human and was most certainly not a gran. His eyes widened, and he stepped closer, asking the rude question with no compunction: "What are you? Are you magic?"