WHO: Adamus Sutekh and Kenny McCormick WHAT: Random meeting WHEN: Monday evening WHERE: Grocery Store WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Adamus wasn't comfortable with the Christmas season. For one thing, it was an entirely human holiday based on one of their religions. Religions as a whole made very little sense to him. The closest the Mogadorians had to religion was the cult of personality around Setrakus Ra, and that had obviously not turned out well for them. So anything that even tiptoed in that direction made his stomach a little queasy.
Secondly, it was a time of year with parties and celebrations, another thing that Mogadorians didn't have. The first party he'd ever experienced had been the birthday party he'd lived through with One while he'd been in his three-year coma. It had been strange to him. Wonderful, yet strange. To celebrate, to have fun for the purpose of having fun was not something he understood easily.
Added to the fact - and the slight sadness - that he never got invited to any parties because he didn't make himself well known enough and tended to keep to himself...well, he was looking forward to the season being completely over.
He was out getting groceries when he happened to spot the young man who'd posted to the network about dying repeatedly and getting blood out of his hoodie. It was a strange thing, something that before he'd come to Madison Valley he would have written off as some sort of human joke or lie. But here he had to accept that things he'd never conceived of could be true, and this was, apparently, one of those things.
He got into line behind him, and hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"Did you figure out how to get the stains out of your hoodie?"