Museum Madness

Kronos's loneliness was one of the traits that surprised those who knew Kronos the most. There were precious few individuals that could match their sheer spontaneity and penchant for excitement, and fewer still that possessed the Saiyan's eagerness for conversation. They were always shocked when Kronos treated them like they were the only friend he had--but more often than not, they were exactly that, making it all the more bitter when they inevitably split apart. In conjunction with his parents demise, to say Kronos had attachment issues was a massive understatement...but even with this in mind, Tunic was different.

The teenager wasn't foreign to thinking about his friends a lot--he thought about damn near everything a lot--but he was outright annoyed by how much they ruminated on their encounter with Tunic. She was strong and pretty, sure, but what made her hard to forget were the more complicated emotions, the ones that Kronos couldn't sort into "friend" or "enemy". She was a friend, no doubt about it, but what was he supposed to make of their hug in their trophy room? Was all the hand-holding Tunic's way of teasing him or were they genuine? What's with his daydreaming about her? What did Tunic truly feel about that day? What did he truly feel?

Like many of the Tuffle's problems, these were complex questions without easy answers, and like many of the Tuffle's solutions, he chose the easy answer regardless: ignoring everything and movin' on. Not like he'd be seeing Tunic anytime soon, right?

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It took a profound effort to not bounce around like a pinball due to all the fragile objects lying around the museum, but that did little to stop the Saiyan's radical enthusiasm. Tunic had asked him out!

'To a museum,' they corrected internally, making sure to not give himself too much credit. 'As...friends. But, still...she actually wants to see me again! Even after I pissed off her butler and made fun of her parents, she thinks I'm cool enough to be around! What the heck does she see in me...'

'Whatever!' Kronos thought with an excited laugh, prompting some annoyed looks from the museum's employees. 'I'm here, and that means I gotta impress her. Truth be told, this museum's dry as heck. This is th' literal last place I'd be at if not for her--which means I've gotta spice. Things. Up.' The Saiyan patted their heavier-than-usual backpack with a mischievous grin, pacing around the building with glee. 'Lucky for her, I've finished up a whole buncha my inventions, and they're my coolest batch yet! These will totally sweep her off her feet!'