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You weren’t entirely sure how to approach this one, so you decided to try and be friendly. It was good fortune that you found another hotdog stand on the way over. Whoever this guy was, he couldn’t hate a guy that offered him a free hotdog. That’s like, a cardinal sin for a New Yorker, or something.
And who knows? He might not even be a superhero.
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Right as the masked skateboarder was rounding the corner of a particularly high skyscraper, you swung around to meet him. His head whipped around to stare at you, and you thought you could see him reaching for something in his utility belt.
But he suddenly paused when he saw the hot, steaming frank dangling before his eyes. He stared at it, and then back at you.
<span class="mu-r">“Hotdog?”</span> you offered, stretching an arm out towards him as you clung to the building.
The man stood perfectly still, hovering on his board, and not making a single move to accept your gift.
<span class="mu-r">“What? Not a fan of mustard? Should I have asked for relish too?”</span> you asked, inspecting the hotdog for any imperfections.
Still, the man in black just stood there, watching you carefully.
You cleared your throat awkwardly. <span class="mu-r">“Are you a, uh…friend of ‘Rocket Racer’, by any chance?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Never heard of him.”</span> the man said in an electronically processed voice. His tone was cautious, with a clear undertone of impatience.
You cocked your head to the side. <span class="mu-r">“Really? Are you sure? You guys have almost the same exact gimmick.”</span> you said. <span class="mu-r">“He’s even got a skateboard like yours.”</span>
The man let out a derisive snort. <span class="mu-r">“I highly doubt that.”</span>
Well that’s one plan out of the window.
<span class="mu-r">“If that was all,”</span> the man said, tuning to fly around you. <span class="mu-r">“You can keep the hotdog. I don’t make a habit of accepting food from strangers.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Wait!”</span> you called out, running along the building to keep up with him, holding onto the hotdog all the while. <span class="mu-r">“But, I’m not a stranger! I’m a superhero, just like you!”</span>
The skateboarder slowed down slightly, but not enough for you to break pace.
<span class="mu-r">“Yeah? Good for you.”</span> he said dryly, not even bothering to look back.
Dammit! This guy really didn’t seem too interested in staying to chat. You would have to grab his attention in a different way.
>”Are you on any hero teams? If you are, then I’d like to join up!”
>”You’re headed to the bank to stop that robbery, right? I’m about to take care of it, so you don’t have to worry about it.”
>”I was wondering if you needed any backup. Maybe a partner for a special team-up?”
>”I need your help! There’s a bomb somewhere in this city, and I need to find it before it goes off!”
>”I really like your board! What sort of modifications have you made to it?”
>Write-in.
