Adoration or boredom?

[Damia]

Damia walked down the street, her armor clanking as she went. She was kind of wanting to find a Shy Guy. A specific one. But she didn't want to meet him as a Shy Guy. She wanted to know who he really was. She didn't want him to be demasked, but he seemed like a genuinely interesting person.

Still, she had no idea where to start. So she had asked around and found out a few areas that a Shy Guy was wandering around. So she had spent most of that morning stomping around there.

[Ty Smith]

Ty was hanging around Mushroom City again. He was about to call it a night. He'd made more than enough coins to make up for last night, and he was bored. He remembered the two Shy Guy he met a few nights ago, but knew another meeting was more than just unlikely.

He sighed, putting the coins in a pouch on his belt. He turned and started for home.

[Damia]

Damia paused. "Hey, you...um..." She frowned. She wasn't exactly sure how to approach this. "Uh...a friend of mine suggested I come talk to you about...something..." Yes...this was going so well. "About you and some other Shy Guys..."

[Ty Smith]

"Don't know any others," he said as he spun, tensing up. He kept his hand by his side, able to reach behind him and grab his spear, just in case. "I may talk to one on occasion, but we're as secret to each other as we are the rest of the world. So if you're trying to unmask any, you're going to fail like the rest."

Okay, so her voice sounded familiar. But he couldn't quite place it.

[Damia]

She nodded. "I'm not trying to unmask you. Just...curious about you. My friend said you were an interesting character." Her eyes flicked over his cloak. Slick, she read. He was it. She smiled. "Slick, that's who I wanted to meet. Heard you had some good 'shrooms." She never really did shrooms herself, but she didn't have any other excuse. Somehow saying, "hey, I was the Red Shy Guy from the other night" just was stupid. She leaned against a nearby wall, the handle of her hammer thumping against her leg as she looked at him.

[Ty Smith]

He nodded. "Sounds fair enough," he replied with a chuckle. "Recommended by a friend, then. First time?" He figured it was, judging by the way she was acting.

Then again, he hadn't noticed the hammer. He probably wouldn't have made the connection if he had. "I'll start you off slow." He pulled a block from his pouch. "Five coins. Still high-quality, just not as strong."

[Damia]

She nodded. "Yeah, I've never really...done shrooms before. But I guess I've been looking for a way to relax. You know?" She smiled and dug out the coins. She figured she could always just sell 'em to someone or something. Or use them. Doing 'shrooms once might be fun.

[Ty Smith]

He pocketed the coins, handing her the shroom. "Pleasure doin' business. If ya wanna look me up, head to Bob-omb Avenue and ask for Slick. Anyone but a cop can direct ya to where I am on a work night."

He smiled, sorta checking her out. "So, that conclude business."

[Damia]

She nodded. "Slick, eh? Guess finding you will be easier than I made it out to be."

She licked her lips, looking at him. "Well, unless you wanna walk me home and maybe..." she leaned forward and placed a hand on his shoulder delicately, "spend the night?"

[Ty Smith]

"I'll walk you home. We'll have to see," he said slyly. He honestly wasn't a hundred percent sure if he could trust her. Though, while pinks could unzip from both, the other hoods could detatch from the cloak. And the hood covered his face, except for his eyes and mouth, like a ski-mask behind the mask. "Lead the way."

[Damia]

She smiled. This wasn't quite how the evening had been planned, but based on the turn of events...Well, she figured this was the better than going out and killing someone tonight.

[Ty Smith]

He put an arm around her as they walked, his mask sort of sliding. This wasn't what he had planned, but...his Yoshis were well fed. And they'd be just fine for the night.

"So I been thinking. I might just take you up on that offer. But I can't let you see my face. Hope that's not a problem."

[Damia]

She nodded, resting her head against his shoulder. "I get it. Shy Guys'll be in huge trouble if they show off who they are, right? Besides...your face isn't what I'll be needing." She winked.

[Ty Smith]

"Mmmm....perfect." He sighed. "So, let me know when we get close," he whispered.

"You understand some of our ways, I see. You're either one, or very street savvy. Not that I care."

[Damia]

She shrugged. "I just hear talk." She looked up. "I see my place. It's right there." She pointed at it.