“Not necessarily aliens,” he says. “I was just curious, you know?” She’s asking about his favorite media? Really? It’s not a question that he needs to think over for very long. “My actual favorite sci-fi stories are from comic books, definitely. For stuff more centered around outer space and all that, though? There’s a really great show called Star Trek. Ever hear of it?”
Character centric, optimistic, and with a strong moral core. You bet this little nerd watched Star Trek religiously as a kid... and as an adult, since Next Generation was still running in ‘92.
“I mean, you don’t look like an alien.” He laughs along with her, but he can see why someone would make that assumption. Doctor Who doesn't look like alien either, right?
“Thank you,” he repeats, although skeptical of the compliment. He may look better, but he still feels like the walking dead. He's not actually so young, either. Closer to thirty than twenty, in fact. It's an understandable and common mistake that people make with him, though.
While on his feet, he picks up the empty bottles, dropping them into a nearby wastebasket like a responsible citizen, along with the mostly finished bag of chips. That done, he sits back on the curb to smoke the rest of his cigarette.
“I should find a motel soon.” It’s a little mumbled. He still can’t fully comprehend that this is his actual situation. But she probably wouldn’t like it if he just stayed here drinking all night.
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Character centric, optimistic, and with a strong moral core. You bet this little nerd watched Star Trek religiously as a kid... and as an adult, since Next Generation was still running in ‘92.
“I mean, you don’t look like an alien.” He laughs along with her, but he can see why someone would make that assumption. Doctor Who doesn't look like alien either, right?
“Thank you,” he repeats, although skeptical of the compliment. He may look better, but he still feels like the walking dead. He's not actually so young, either. Closer to thirty than twenty, in fact. It's an understandable and common mistake that people make with him, though.
While on his feet, he picks up the empty bottles, dropping them into a nearby wastebasket like a responsible citizen, along with the mostly finished bag of chips. That done, he sits back on the curb to smoke the rest of his cigarette.
“I should find a motel soon.” It’s a little mumbled. He still can’t fully comprehend that this is his actual situation. But she probably wouldn’t like it if he just stayed here drinking all night.