The boy was about to start whining about bacteria again when he heard an accented voice above him. His hands slid from his face slowly, his mouth slightly open in shock. After all of the time he had spent crying outside the front of the store, this person was the first one to stop and converse with him, to see if he was actually alive.
For a moment, any of the intelligence he had left him as he sat gaping at the stranger before he turned his head to look back at the cafe he was sitting in front of, as if he hadn't just spent half of the day yelling about pod people over the internet in there. His brow wrinkled and he shook his head as he glanced back at the guy. "Are you kidding me? That place probably has more bacteria swimming around in it than a toilet seat." He complained as he slumped back against the wall.
"I just have to face it, I'm stuck in this cold, dark city without a place to wash or clean my clothes or.. or.." His rant was cut off as a feeling of disgust and horror washed over him and his face scrunched up in a grimace. If that was what life was going to be like, he'd rather crawl over to the gutter on the side of the road and curl up and die than subject himself to such horror.
Cody remembered his manners, though, and he shook all feelings of disgust and selfishness aside to greet the person who had bothered to come up to him and try to make him feel a little better. Where Zack would have stormed off or insulted the guy, Cody was willing to give him a chance. "I'm sorry. You're only trying to be helpful." A fake, but grateful grin (if that was possible) appeared on his boyish features and he held up his hand, not bothering to stand from his comfortable position. "But thank you! I'm Cody."