Let them stay underground? Mao rose a skeptical brow, his smirk crooked and condescending. "Dude, where's the fun in that?" Life would be so much more exciting if the tethers of reason and organized society were broken. Not that Mao ever allowed himself to be bogged down by such things, but still.
Being closer to the redhead, Mao caught a scent coming off him that made his nose wrinkle. It smelled like the guy shared his bed with a dog or something. He could always tell when a person did that, that dog smell seemed to permeate their very being and they were always oblivious. It was just like those commercials where someone thinks their house smells normal but then their guest comes in and their couch turns into a dumpster. Nose blind. Dog lovers were all nose blind.
Well, he had to give the guy points for stopping to talk to him, and for entertainment's sake Mao held off on insulting his body odor for the moment. Instead, he grabbed at one of those dangling ear buds and lifted it to his own ear for a listen.
"Ugh, how can you run to this?" He backed off on talking shit about the guy's smell, but his taste in music was fair game. "There's, like, no beat."