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Hyperlaser sat at the bar, glare from his helmet reflecting off of the dim bar lights. Local high school fights played on the TVs, drunken demons yelling at them made his head hurt. His helmet showing the lower half of his face, even the lower half of his face wasn’t safe from the judgeful eyes of the other bar goers, drunk or not.He held a glass shot , in his tip of his fingers, or what was left to them to say. Swirling the whiskey around in his hand. It almost falling out from the cloth gloves. His hand were numb. They have been for a long time.He supposed to be looked up to. But now he’s here, looming over a bar. His tab growing each minute. He hesitated asking for another, knowing there was probably a good chance he would be humiliated by the response. Bringing up the glass to his helmet he decided his next move, seeing the reflection that both he hate so very much. He was startled by a larger man taking a seat right beside him. His monotone voice asking for a sake on ice. Nodding when asked if he wish to keep it on a tab.“Katana?”His head moved towards his direction. His owl mask blinded hyper for a moment due to the glare. Katana wasn’t I’m dressing up for the weather at the moment. Wearing a kimono type gown, the red patterns Sneaking in every nook and cranny of his silk robe. with custom-made flip-flops made for him., they looked rather traditional to say.“Hello, Hyper.” The bar tender handing him his drink, katana giving a quick thank you before continuing this conversation drink in hand. “My former apologies for being late.” Katana opened sipped his glass. He got a full, instead of shots. Rather not preferring to ask the tender again and again for more. Hyper raised his hand slightly, the tender nodding in understandings. Quickly getting him another thing of whisky before continuing there business.Hyper took another shot, trying to stop the feeling. “It’s fine, really.” He spoke, feeling his head get more foggy each shot. his voice was slightly more raspy due to his helmet not covering his mouth. His helmet had small speakers to make his voice more clear. “Are you sure?” Katana questioned. if he didn’t then he would be thinking about it all day, or all night. Katana lifted his mask slightly, scruff up abit of his roots. taking a sip from the glass. The mask clanking against his horns, the bottom of the gradiating teal.“Of course it is.” it hasn’t even been a minute and he was already missing the burning in the back of his neck, He sighed. “How’s life been treating you?” Hyper fidgeted with his glass. “Rather nice. I was down a few roads helping out my family with there business.” He gave small smile. Katana shakes his lands slightly, them being damp from the condensation.Hyper recalled a memory, Katana hated his family. And made it extremely clear ever since they knew each other. Hyper tilted his head slightly, making sure his memory was being called correctly.“..I thought you had a distaste for them.”
“Oh, no. I found new family, ones that love me back this time.”Katanas small smile widened. Hyper felt his hands gain warmth.“Ah, those thieves den fellows?”
Hyper got a grip of the conversation. Placing down his glass. Katana nodded. “They care for me. And i care for them, it’s a rather new emotion.” Katana continued. “Vinestaff is giving me a ride after. We can take you home if you wish as well. “ He offered, he placed his drink down to take a breath. Half of it being gone already. “I’m fine. I’ll take the bus, I have things to do. Thank you though.” Hyper lowered his mask slightly, pressing some buttons in the back to make the microphones work correct.Katana nodded in understanding.Katana would always talk about Hyperlaser coming to thieves den one day; when he wanted to escape. Hyper would always decline his offer. It was to much work. But Katana always give him offer. [Don’t mind this is just kind of a set up to another one shot.]Katana glare moves outwards to Hypers helmet, his head tilting in curiosity. He never questioned his helmet before, only knowing minimum about it. “Your helmet, what happened? I’m sorry if this comes off rude. And it is ok if you don’t wish to answer.”
Katana asked. Hyper was caught off guard by the question.He took a moment to think about how he should go by this question. He honestly trusted Katana with his life. He would never admit it though. But still had a crippling fear of judgment . Yelling or showing. Hyper lowered his voice. “Freak accident regarding that head scientist.” He said as quietly as he could. Almost a whisper at his best abilities. “After it all i wasn’t doing so well let’s say;” He looked aside. Trying to avoid any type of eye contact while saying the last sentence.“Why do you wear your mask?” he immediately tried to draw less attention away from his own face. “.. protection.” Katana answered vaguely but swiftly. “ is that all? “ Hyper continued.
Raising his hand once more for another shot. He felt ashamed for showing one of his vulnerabilities.“I feel what lies it is unworthy.”Hyper tilted his head. Unworthy? Nothing about katana would be unworthy in his eyes. He felt himself getting nauseous just from Katana calming himself that. Katana looked around the bar. there was barely anybody there. And the people who were there on the other side of the bar shouting about the high-school phight. on the TV.Katana reached for his owl mask, his clause unclipping the back. Under the mask show day Scared-face, having a star shaped symbol on his left eye. “.. I was about 10. It’s fully here but it just has pressure at times.” His freehand traced the scar a-bit. One of hypers hands moved katana hand that was tracing his scar. Hypers warm hands could be felt through his glove, grazing the side of his face, moving a bit of katanas stray hair and putting it behind his head.“You’re more than worthy.”