"Yosssh. Took ya long 'nuff." A wave returned in greeting, then back to what the kid was doing-- shuffling through his bag, cleaning out a massive collection of candy wrappers of various sorts. At least he got his sugar fix before the dino showed up, along with those four empty cans of coffee sitting on the curb beside him. With as lazy as the kid was, you'd figure this stuff would kill him one day, but he had the ever-active metabolism of an amoeba, it seemed like. He finished off his last coffee before taking a glance about, then started gathering all that junk up, dumping it in the trash nearby.
Bag slung over his shoulder, ATs nestled inside. He was wearing his street clothes today. They were pretty comfy compared to his Sleeping Forest set. Nice big loose hoodie, baggy jeans with a tear here and there, and a pair of sneakers. No hat or goggles today, just his fluffy magpie-like mess of hair, as Spitfire called it.
On the subject of the Flame King, however..
"Hey, where's Supi? He was talkin' like he was gonna beat us here, an' I haven't seen 'im yet."