Stepping calmly from a small rift, Wander moved through the park. He had spent most of his time on Earth so far in parks, but he enjoyed the concept of a heart of nature in the middle of a metropolis. Looking about, he slowly cracked his neck, and began to walk.
A few people stopped and stared, and he gave a polite bow in return. They looked at each other, then smiled nervously and continued on.
Giving a slight eye-smile, Wander moved onwards. He was just passing a small pavilion when his Ki Sense picked up someone else, and he turned, curious.
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Life was strange as of late. Every day was repetitive as the last, but Chromo couldn't put his finger on what felt different now. After a very brief trouncing of that pathetic Arcosian from the "Large Camp Debacle", as Chromo remembered the event, he'd felt a little... fidgety? Was that the right word for it? He wanted to do something different, with that looming memory of how he'd been dismissed and almost killed in mind- in spite of his help, those he tried to ally himself didn't think of him as much- just a pawn to use, and a bug to squish. It was good he got out of there when he did...
The lingering thoughts made Chromo a little snappier than usual. He now found himself hissing at several humans who hurriedly picked up their pace and made way from the little gazebo he'd made himself at home in. Piles of snack bags, soda cans, and boxes of treats were nestld in the rafters- a few even poked up from beneath the floorboards. "Yeah! You BETTER skedaddle, nerds!" He snapped, standing at the edge of his "territory." His eyes were wide with bottled anger, but the beetle was quick to jet back up into the pavillion's roof and out of sight.
Chromo perched himself atop a small hanging light, slumping and grumbling incoherently to himself. Several of his lessers were asleep on the same light, with others scattered about in every corner.
At this point, the child felt like the only thing keeping him sane was Tarch- the only person who had yet to leave him. But he was still restless, steadily growing in agitation. He didn't want to just be a little bug on the road for people to dismiss and walk on. The Fleet, his own family, he meant just about nothing to most people. But what could he do to change that to begin with?
Chromo grumbled louder, roughly grabbing a bag of Cheezos and stuffing his head into it in spite of any attention he might have wound up drawing to himself. Eating helped him calm down. Usually.
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As Wander approached, he noted a few things. First, the structure was full of varying ki signatures. Second, it was also full of various packaging materials and stores of food of questionable nutritional value. He could hear grumbling from up above, and tilted his head as he stepped into the light.
"Greetings. Are you alright, my friend?"
There was what appeared to be a number of similar insectoid creatures within the building, with one appearing to be the prime unit if it's current movement was any indication. That, and he assumed whichever was in charge would be the one eating.
Folding his arms behind his back, Wander looked up at the small insect with interest. He was quite strong, almost twice as strong as Wander himself. He could perhaps match him if he dug deep, but that had... consequences. Besides, he did not intend hostile action here. He did not see an enemy, after all.
No, what Wander saw was someone frustrated and alone-
Well. Relatively alone, he mused, glancing at the various other insects around. Frustrated, alone, and finding no good way to deal with it.
Folding his legs beneath him, Wander looked up at the small frustrated insect. "Do you want someone to talk to? I find that expressing one's thoughts to another can help unravel them, at times." Folding his hands in his lap, he sat calmly and waited to see how Chromo would respond to this entreaty. At worst, he would simply have to flee from a swarm of angry bugs.