Sand Hawk patiently waited in the elevator, watching the floor number slowly tick upwards.
“Next floor: the recreation level.” A calm voice announced, causing the bandit to perk up. Truth be told, he had no idea where he had been intending to go, but that sounded like a pretty good destination. All he had to do now was use his invincible technique, Sand Veil(!), and he would slip away without anyone in the elevator being any the wiser. He chuckled eagerly to himself, waiting for… nothing, apparently.
The rogue frowned, scratching his neck anxiously. Truth be told, he didn’t really know how Sand Veil worked at the best of times. He just kind of
did it and then he was hidden in a pile of sand in a spot that he really shouldn’t be. Now, though, he was just standing there like an idiot. He knew that he shouldn’t have eaten those dinner mints. That said, maybe the effects wouldn’t have been quite as pronounced if he hadn’t eaten the entire bowl…
Shamefully, the bandit cleared his throat as the doors opened, nodding to the still-irritated bystanders that he had trapped in his prank.
“This is, uh, this is my floor!” He coughed, awkwardly pushing through the crowd and stepping out of the elevator sheepishly. Freed from the torturous social situation of his own making, Sand Hawk glanced around the recreation area, contemplating what to do first. His question was answered quickly, however, as his gaze fell upon a gift shop. Now what kind of World’s Best Uncle would he be if he didn’t bring home gifts?!
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Giving the cashier an apologetic smile, Sari began to move to pay before freezing as the display case behind the man swung open and the cloaked figure of Sand Hawk stepped out from within, shoulders slumped with disappointment at the lack of satisfactory gifts inside. In an instant, however, his demeanor changed as he noticed the crowd before him.
“Hello there friends, I see that you are experienced present-ers yourselves, I would greatly appreciate if you could advise me on buying gifts for my niblings!” Sand Hawk boomed to the confused audience before him.
“Your what?”
“Niblings, the gender neutral term for nieces and nephews!” The bandit replied casually, stepping onto the horrified cashier’s counter and then onto the floor like a pair of oversized steps. The pair before Sand Hawk were in various levels of confusion at his antics, but Sari at least gave a nod of approval to his noble quest.
“Well, what do they like?” The Andromedan asked. “Are they fans of bursting out of display cases too?”
“You wouldn’t believe how long I’ve been trying to get them to give it a shot!” Sand Hawk sighed, shaking his head sadly. The two strangers gave each other a look before turning back to the bandit, waiting on an elaboration.
“Well, the youngest is a real bookworm, though I’m not sure how much he’ll like the Red Guy’s biography, the middle one loves cute things, though she hates when people take notice of that, and the oldest…” Sand Hawk trailed off, reaching under his muffler to scratch his chin. “Well, let’s just say that unless they’re selling WMDs, she won’t be too enthused!”
“Your middle niece has some good taste.” Sari smirked, raising the bear to Shallan. “Some people just can’t bear the idea of a plush animal.”
The young woman scoffed playfully as Sand Hawk laughed enthusiastically. He didn’t get the joke, but it certainly felt funny!
“I like your style, friends, you may call me The Great Sand Hawk!” The bandit announced, raising his arms triumphantly in the direction of his new acquaintances, careful not to get any sand on the bear.
“And you can call me the normal Sari.” The Andromedan replied, a smile tugging the edges of his mouth as he watched the rogue’s antics.
“Shallan.” The girl responded. “Though I think the Greatest thing here is the trouble you’re causing that poor man behind you...”