[while drift is contemplating galactic semantics (seriously, magnus would love you right now, bud), riptide is... in his natural form nearby. he is awkwardly -- very awkwardly -- clomping down the street. on the road.]
Hey, move, yep, move, comin' through, nope, can't get smaller, leave me alone!
[he's holding something... cupped in his hands. suspicious.]
heropa
Hey, move, yep, move, comin' through, nope, can't get smaller, leave me alone!
[he's holding something... cupped in his hands. suspicious.]