Heno followed the others into the village. He put a consoling hand on Aqua's shoulder. "We all miss home, stone friend."
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As the others entered a village they saw a man in a nice red leather jacket with multiple pockets in it, one of which had some white wires poking out of leading up to a pair of white earbuds around the man's neck, one of them was in his ear at the time. He had dirty blonde hair that was currently in a state of fashionably tussled. He had tiny little black lennon glasses over his eyes. He spoke with a soft sing-song voice suitable for beatnick poetry, or a late-night radio. He had a plain white shirt other than text on it that said "Don't harsh the groove". He also had two sci-fi looking pistols on his belt. The man could not stay in place for even a second and did small dance moves while he did anything... He was also currently being thrown out of a bar.
"I told you, daddio! My money is too futuristic to pay your back-water civilization. Be an originator Homie, be the first business to accept credit chips. Believe me, they will catch on like galactic wildfire in a couple million years."
"Do credit chips feed the family!"
"... I can also pay you in some groovetastic songs"
"Songs don't feed the family either!"
"Nonsense songs are the food of the soul."
"Pay or I'll call the guards!"
"Hey, now! There's no need to be so hasty! I can pay you by..." The man looked panicked for anybody to use as a scape-goat. As the group came walking up, he grabbed EMily by wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulled him closer towards him. "Having my Blue-haired space girlfriend pay for my tab! She's one radical gal that always helps a guy out!"
