So, Um, What the Fuck? (Grubby & Onyx)

Yeah, the Slums could be quite the rundown alright, as well as house the strangest kinds of individuals in their depths. Some days, it sure proved to be a tough place to live in without some sort of a mess happening left and right, but one eventually adapts to the oddities. Getting too amped up about everything just takes a toll on your health anyway, and that's no good way to live in the long term. Thus at this point, Onyx just kind of took things as they were unless given a solid reason to deal with a matter or stick his nose into one. Aside from personal interests that could come up of course. Gets boring when you don't find anything to do with your life. Though these days there was a boom with that due to the strangeness happening and these weird new powers suddenly appearing. Not that it was a good idea to flaunt that wherever you went however, so it wasn't as much entertainment as it could potentially be.

Eh, life is life and you gotta do what you gotta do. At the very least, there was nothing stopping the pale man from taking one of his occasional walks around the neighborhood, pondering various matters as he wandered about. Fresh air and some physical activity makes for good brain fuel. He had been currently observing something down the street in the middle of his stroll, when he was suddenly distracted by someone's voice and presence. Ah. The horned man would blink as he snapped his attention towards the newcomer, once again faced with his never ending dilemma of not seeing well when someone was too close in his personal space. He could tell that this one was short and a bit on the grotesque side look-wise though.

Sticking his hands into the pockets of his black jacket, Onyx would tilt his head downwards at the being addressing him. "Hello to you too.", he would smile thinly before shaking his head a bit. "I don't see no piss here, but I do live in this area, so I'm not really lost. If I may inquire, is there a reason why you ask me such?" He had noted the gruff way of speaking and all, but would for now remain in polite mode as he had no particular reason to make a scene out of this.

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“Thanks, I think I’ll do without though.” He’d think he would have been aware if he had been standing in anything nasty. And well, even if not, he wasn’t particularly bothered as long as it wasn’t all over him. If it isn’t broke, do you need to try and fix it? There’s worse things in life than that either way. Besides, Onyx didn’t really think Slums to be that bad. Yes, they definitely had their downsides, but when one considered how they were created, it was still impressive enough that they even worked. Plus, how tidy an area was depended on its inhabitants too, so not every part of this ward had to look like a poor man’s straw house.

Onyx would give the smaller one an inspective look once the other began unexpectedly monologuing about who fit in here and who didn’t. Well now, this one certainly had interesting ideas about how things worked, that was for sure. Yes, some people down here maybe did look like homeless sacks, but just because one lived in a less maintained part of town, it didn’t mean they were automatically a dirty street rat. It didn’t seem to always work in simple ways.

“Assumptions probably won’t get you far in this place, lil man.”, he would shrug weakly. “I chose to live here myself, not because I can’t afford a fancy place at all. There’s all kinds of people in the world.” He kind of found this place interesting. After all, what were the chances that you’d come across actually interesting people in the rich areas? While it wasn’t a staple, mentalities did seem to change a bit with location. Regardless, he would listen to the next rant mostly silently, trying to decided whether he should be amused or taken aback by this. Hm. Well, this guy came off like some kind of a traveler rogue or whatever. With lack of proper language to boot. Onyx didn’t particularly mind being sworn at though. He’d be more concerned if he were to get attacked. That was a whole lot more pain to deal with. Someone cussing is just background noise, really.

Tilting his head a bit, the pale man would offer his odd companion a bit of a shark like grin. “You are correct, this isn’t completely natural. I’ll guess…you’re new here, aren’t you? This area isn’t built by the people, that’s why it doesn’t look very cohesive.” Weirdness kind of happens when a place is built by the random pieces that get torn off from various other worlds. It can indeed look like a caricature in some areas. It’s…sort of artistic though? Bringing up one hand to rub his chin contemplatively at the more direct question that came later, he would respond in an even tone. “I don’t think I know what the former is, but the latter is probably close. You wouldn’t be familiar with my race anyhow…” Considering the melting pot, that was just how it was.

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