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[auseuil]

Honestly, he arrived as if he'd been here before. Indeed, if one wasn't already familiar with the faces in Nexus, the 'young man's' casual demeanor as he just strolled through an open door into the plaza would make it seem as if he'd spent every damn day in here. The attitude of a local or at the very least a frequent visitor, calm and mildly curious as he inspected a vending machine, milled about a screen near the plaza, lightly kicked a few benches, before eventually just draping himself all over one like a gangly teenaged octopus. A soggy bookbag, once slung over his arm, hit the pavement with a wet SPLAP as he seated himself, seaweed wound around the straps and zippers slapping the ground along with it.

The scent of the sea absolutely clung to him, the youth's overall appearance edging somewhere near 'damp'. As if he'd just crawled out of some lagoon, hair a bit too black, skin a bit too smooth. Those eyes just a little too dark. The teeth a touch too sharp. And for a while, he said nothing, apparently content to just take up the entire bench and people watch. A few minutes passed, before finally, at last, the man would speak up, his voice oddly, vaguely melodic and low.

"What's the weirdest thing you ever saw?"

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[pelicanmouth]

The eel slowly deflates, relieved that he isn't going to be attacked for the time being. His species is a little bit paranoid, given where they live and that they're not at the top of the food chain. The brief look of hunger wasn't entirely lost on him. But the Nexus should prevent him from being preyed on here? His eyes are wide, startled.

The eel gets himself comfortable on the bench, too, light on his tail glowing dimly as he talks and betraying his anxiety.

"I'm a gulper eel," he answers, a little nervously.

[auseuil]

"Well yeah, man." That came with a low chuckle. "Like, yeah, I know that part. You a magic eel though? I didn't know eels could talk." At this point, he'd gone from being hunched over on the bench to slowly but surely rolled over. One long, fluid motion that took him from a sitting position to a laying one, long hair everywhere, taking up that whole damn bench, dark eyes having not moved once from the eel.

"Are you a pooka?"