"I tell you what," Max muttered to himself, grinning as he waved goodbye to those two high school girls, "it's nice to get some appreciation for this hero thing for once."
They'd just taken a picture -- a selfie, he'd learned it was called, on one of those rad future phones -- with him, excited to see a real-life imPort hanging out in town. And they'd even called him cute, he thought smugly, not even considering the fact that they probably meant he was an adorable little boy.
He put his hands on his hips, taking in the look of the town. It looked quaint and touristy, or at least it would be when the reconstruction was finished.
He caught the gaze of a little boy near a newsstand, idly eating an ice cream while he stared. Max smiled in return, approaching uninvited as he greeted the child. "Hey, wanna meet a real-life imPort?"
The child's mother startled, whirling to stare at Max before hurriedly taking her child by the hand and ushering him away. "No, thank you," she said quickly, gone around a corner before Max could respond.
Baffled, Max stopped in his tracks, frowning as they disappeared. "Sheesh, hello to you too, lady." He looked down at his wrist, inspecting where the tattoo still glowed faintly under his skin. "What, is it my breath?"
He turned, waving at the next person he saw. "Hey there! I'm an import! Want my autograph?"
Mighty Max - 02
"I tell you what," Max muttered to himself, grinning as he waved goodbye to those two high school girls, "it's nice to get some appreciation for this hero thing for once."
They'd just taken a picture -- a selfie, he'd learned it was called, on one of those rad future phones -- with him, excited to see a real-life imPort hanging out in town. And they'd even called him cute, he thought smugly, not even considering the fact that they probably meant he was an adorable little boy.
He put his hands on his hips, taking in the look of the town. It looked quaint and touristy, or at least it would be when the reconstruction was finished.
He caught the gaze of a little boy near a newsstand, idly eating an ice cream while he stared. Max smiled in return, approaching uninvited as he greeted the child. "Hey, wanna meet a real-life imPort?"
The child's mother startled, whirling to stare at Max before hurriedly taking her child by the hand and ushering him away. "No, thank you," she said quickly, gone around a corner before Max could respond.
Baffled, Max stopped in his tracks, frowning as they disappeared. "Sheesh, hello to you too, lady." He looked down at his wrist, inspecting where the tattoo still glowed faintly under his skin. "What, is it my breath?"
He turned, waving at the next person he saw. "Hey there! I'm an import! Want my autograph?"
[ or you can write up a new starter c: ]