City Never Sleeps || Spyro and Crimson
Isaac let out a sigh of relief, chuckling as he commented on the suit. “Yeah, I know what you mean- s’not really my style. I hate suits.” he shrugged, tugging on the blazer he found in his room before he got here. Isaac decided to stay simple, smiling politely until he heard the attitude in the other’s voice. He decided then and there that he was most likely stuck with a prick for the rest of the night. Just his luck.
“My mum’s not even here.” he mumbled, eyes rolling. Isaac decided that this guy was a bit rude, but had really good hair. He caught the “Ry” that slipped out of the stranger’s mouth, the gears in his head churning, but not quite getting the answer. “Pleasure to meet you Spyro.” he nodded at the boy, giving him a polite smirk. “You can call me Crimson.” Isaac let out a small breath he didn’t realize he was holding, happy he didn’t mess up the whole secret identity thing.
"Tell me about it..." He grumbled quietly about the suits. Honestly, he felt like he was completely out of place and this mask wasn't helping at all. He began tugging at his suit as a force of habit, mumbling about how stupid it was. He looked back up at the kid. "Crimson, hm?"
Crimson was like some superhero name. Maybe the kid thought it was a villain's name. He didn't look like a superhero or a villain though, actually he really looked out of place. Or that was Ryder being his normal douchebag self. Maybe it was both... "Pleasure is all mine, Crimson." He smirked, he was going to have fun with this kid. "So, you're stuck with me for the majority of the night, how excited are you?"
