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Who Piccolo

namekian and YOU
Where Out and about
When 7/18, afternoon
Warning None
Summary Piccolo tries to escape the confinement of the MAC, and is running errands for his new living situation.
Format whatev

All efforts were still unsuccessful. He had been in this City for a while now. Since meditation was a good escape from his surroundings, the fact was he was still in a confined space became the harsh reality he was faced with every time he opened his eyes. The contact between nature and spirit was really starting to fade, thanks to thin apartment walls, neutrally colored carpeting, and the noise from the street. There was a vast difference between birds chirping and the wind gently passing through the leaves of a tree and loud traffic and gunshots outside.

How were people even able to think here?

He didn't wear civilian clothes often, but he was tired of the attention his eccentric cape drew. It was a quick errand, not a fight nor training. He didn't need his cape. The turban though? That was staying. Until he could find something else to cover the antennae. Not that the green skin and freakish tallness wasn't enough to make someone look twice.

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She idly ran a hand through her hair, but there wasn't anything up there at the moment. "I've lost hats before due to my native form asserting itself while I attempted such an accessory. Yours don't appear to interfere with any sort of headwear, but may be much easier to work with."

"Native form?" Now that was curious. Apparently she had horns. He waved the question off, seeing as how he really didn't care. "No. The antennae don't get in the way."

She closed her notepad, having everything she needed, and folded her arms while tapping it to her chin. She'll take the question anyway. "Well, of course. You hadn't let my appearance lead you to mistake me for a human, had you?"

"I assumed you couldn't be." He eyed her a moment. "Though you're about as invasive as any human I've ever known."

Invasive? God, why did everyone always complain whenever she may try to extend her assistance? "I'm only doing what is necessary to help."

"If you say so." Piccolo grunted, crossing his arms over his chest.

She mirrored the gesture herself. "Nonetheless, I've finished the part that requires your contribution, until the outfit is completed. I can return you to the point where we met initially, or convey you to whatever destination you may have originally intended."

"Where you took me from is fine." He nodded, putting his turban back on.

With hesitation, he went on. "Even though I didn't ask for it... I suppose I should thank you, Kanaya."

She scoffed with a smile as she reeled in a new portal to that earlier location. "I suppose it would only be polite if you did! But you can withhold your gratitude until the ensemble is complete, if you would prefer. Results are far easier to meet gladly than a hypothetical."