A Green Tinted Sky

[Clownpiece]

"What... the hell are you going on about?"

From these words, Somerled’s face fell from his reluctant grin into an expression of annoyance. He stared at her silently for a few moments, entirely unsure of how to respond. No matter how much he wracked his brain, there wasn't any way he could think of to continue this train of dialogue in a way the soldier wouldn't misinterpret. Coming to this conclusion, Somerled decided the best course of action would be to get the fuck off of this conversation and try again.

“Hell if I know!” his expression was back to cheerful, “Let’s just start this over on better footing.” He held his hand out for a shake, opening his mouth to introduce himself. Before he could get any words out, however, another, newer voice interrupted him.

“Hey, are y'all new Primes?”

The voice asked him, and presumably the soldier as well. Remembering to drop his aggressive stance into something much more welcoming, the monster swiveled on his heels, facing the newcomer with a friendly grin. “Hello!” he greeted the man approaching them cheerfully. “I’m not sure what you mean by ‘Primes.’ I’m afraid that’s a term I’ve not yet heard.” His face suddenly shifted to a look of realization, “Oh, you must mean new to this world?”