'Normal' Is So Overrated. [Myq/Sa]

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“Boys and girls of ev-er-y age/ Wouldn’t you like to see so-omething strange?/ Come with us and you will see/ This our town of Hal-low-ween…” Myq hummed as he strolled down the street on a brisk October 31st. His tall, thin form fit well into black pinstriped suit, the high, spider web style collar contrasting sharply with his face which was painted a bone white and a boney smile had been drawn on his mouth, extending upwards. His thick strawberry blond and brown hair had been pulled under a bald cap, equally white as his face and had a top hat tugged over it. He changed his tune to a whistle as he smiled and tipped his top hat to a little pirate boy clinging to his mother’s leg before he promptly burst into tears.

Myq sighed; he never understood why children thought it prudent to burst into prompt, spontaneous states of terror when they saw him he’d never understand. Myq continued his humming, going to sit down on one of his favorite benches, opening his artist’s bag and pulling out his sketchbook and a piece of graphite to begin sketching out the monstrous forms in the dimming twilight.

Inspiration like this only came around once in a blue moon.

Myq hummed the rest of the songs from The Nightmare before Christmas as he drew; barely noticing when the people began to dwindle and the sky grew ever darker, until it was just him under his streetlight on a deserted street.

[ode]

“Just transfer me down, loudmouth,” Sa glared at the AI. The thing annoyed him more with each passing day but as it had started out as his Giver’s he couldn’t very well see it to Blanserta as he wished to. No, instead he was forced to argue with it like a sullen child in order to get an order followed.

“I’m not sure this is the best idea, Sa. What would your parents think, you joining Earthlings on one of their celebration nights?” Aai, the AI said curtly.

“My parents are not here and I am 28 years olf you piece of scrap metal. Now send me dow-AH!” Sa couldn’t help the scream that came from his throat as he was one second arguing the next four feet above ground just before he hit the ground flat on his ass. “Stupid, stupid piece of scrap metal!” he hollered, knowing the AI heard him.

Getting up, he dusted his bottom of before turning towards the nearest light and a little skeleton dressed boy just beneath it. “You there,” he called, wondering if the boy had seen him. “Where am I?”

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Myq cocked his head at the large male that seemed to come from nowhere. "People today are so rude..." he murmured to no one.

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"Rude?" Sa huffed. "I fall on my ass in front of him and he can't be bothered to ask about my welfare and I'm rude?" he snorted. "Typical Earthling."

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"Quite obviously, if you fall on your ass--it's between you and gravity. Not with me," Myq said, having heard the male quite clearly, even though he was a bit away from him.

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"A lack of common courtesy is a form of rudeness. And rudeness, young man, is epidemic on this planet," he humphed and walked over to the light, wanting to check his atire for dirt and the like.

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Myq chuckled, finding that extremely funny. "So is AIDS." He said, looking up at the male. "You have the prettiest eyes..." he said, staring at the male for a long while, before leaning down into his bag to find a color pencil and go back to his sketchbook.

[ode]

Sa grunted, unamused at the AIDS comment and then abruptly taken aback by the compliment. "I'd return the compliment if one could see past the paint on your face. I suppose it has to do with this Halloween business I was informed of. Sounds quite fun dressing up as an idiot for a night. Nothing like it where I am from but certaintly interesting the spectacles you make of yourselves."

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Myq was ignoring the male now, seeing as he was just being an asshole now and began humming under his breath as his pencil made swift, sure strokes.

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Sa sighed and ran a hair through his hair, "Will you please tell me where I am so I might find my way to where I am going?" he hated asking the man but as there was no one else around, he couldn't very well ask anyone else.

Aai was supposed to have transported him to the home of a Zercan male who had come to Earth as an undercover ambassador of sorts. The AI had made his objections to visiting the Earth and disrupting his fellow Zercan's new human way of life. In a sign of his pique, when he transferred Sa, he transferred him to the wrong place to teach him a lesson - as the stupid thing always did.

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"You're in Summerville, South Carolina." he said, looking at the male as he looked at his watch, Midnight. Myq sighed, pulling off the bald cap and shaking out his thick blond hair as he stood to his full height of 6'2". "You need a cell phone?"

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Sa was genuinely surprised that the kid was nearly as tall as him. He may have had a half inch on him but that was it. Then the boy's words hit him. "South Caro.... I'm supposed to be in Washington D.C. right now! Aai!" he screamed at his watch-looking AI transmitter. "You miserable piece of scrap metal. How am I supposed to get all the way there from here!?"

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Myq blinked at the male, confused as to who the guy was screaming at. "You can take a plane. Airports about forty minutes from here." he said before donning his top hat and pulling his messenger bag over his shoulder, heading down the street.

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"Easy for you to say, Mr. Earthling," he grumbled. He had no identification of any sort and, despite having currency, no way get anywhere. "Wait a minute," he called to the boy, jogging to his side. "What must I do to take this 'plane' you speak of to DC?"

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"You need money, duh."Myq said with a roll of his eyes.