A young man walked along the streets of Ginger Town, a can of soda in his left hand and a bulging black gym bag slung over his right shoulder. With each step of his red boots with black laces, the man's gym bag thumped against his hip. The afternoon sun was bright and hot, though the young man didn't seem to mind. His sleeveless black gi and match pants seemed to draw in a lot of the sun's light. His red undershirt was coated with a thin layer of damp sweat, though the man still looked unfazed.
On both of the man's wrists, he had what looked to be plastic wristbands with large red buttons in the center. The young man drank from the light blue can his sleek raven black hair flat against his head, thanks to copious amounts of hair gel. His spectacles pressed against the bridge of his nose, causing little red spots to appear where they pressed against the man's tan flesh. The man sighed in distaste at the acidic taste of the soda.
"Ugh," Callion said quietly to himself, looking at the can in disgust. "The things these Earthlings make." Heavy Weighted PL: 10,401 @namorel
"I've been back on this planet for less than a week and yet Ayumu still insists that I reopen the shop so quickly. At least the place is in nice condition."
The namekian spoke to himself as he unlocked the front gate to his shop, the thin metal was little protection against someone as strong as himself, but it helped to keep the weaker humans form breaking in and talking that which he profited off of. With the gate pulled aside and the key in the door he would pick up a voice nearby, while the streets were regularly crowded, this voice had excessive levels of disgust brewed into itself. This made him laugh in some ways, thinking back to some of the individuals he had encountered who carried similar tones to him and his species as a whole. While Namorel was sure that this was not specifically placed at anyone, it still made him reminisce oddly.
"What's got you upset? You seem rather distraught at something."'
Namorel spoke directly to the individual, hoping his tone came across as direct and wasn't lost to the crowd of people that also stood among them. Perhaps he could even draw in a customer in the process of this, but this was not of a main priority at the time, however Namorel knew that it would greatly benefit him if it were to happen.
Callion looked over as a voice called out to him, and asked him what got him down. His flat hair shifted as his head turned, and he spotted something he had never seen before. The man, Callion once again assumed the gender of the creature, had leaf green skin, though the lower half of his face was a bit lighter than the rest of his head. Thin black lines, akin to long wrinkles ran across his visible flesh, as the young warrior's black eyes scanned the man's whole body.
Large yellow circles with red outlines seemed to frequent the man's arms, which Callion could easily see thanks to the man's sleeveless blue top. Two round ended antennae poked out from the center of the green-skinned man's forehead. The man lacked eyebrows of any kind, though Callion only caught a glimpse of his face, as his eyes wildly scanned the man's form.
"Uh..." Callion began, still staring at the man, before he shook his head in order to regain focus. "Sorry," Callion said, grinning. "I apologize for staring, I have just never seen someone who looks like you before. In regards to your previous question, I was trying an Earthling beverage called "soda" that was said to taste good. That was false advertising as it would seem. It tasted far too acidic for my tastes. May I ask what race you are? I am very curious." Callion's smile widened at the prospect of learning more about this man, and where he had come from.