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Steam didn’t pay his discomfort any mind. It didn’t bother him any. He’d just leave if he were attacked. Although watching the results of that would certainly be fascinating. But. That would come in due time, he was sure. “Not at all. Last week I met a mermaid Ford. That was interesting.” He gave a small chuckle. He then took off his hat and gave a small bow. “They call me Steam. Short for Steampunk Bill Cipher.” He stood up, twirled his hat and placed it back on his head. They eye spun around behind the goggle lens for a moment before refocusing, right on Ford.
The eye was…a little unnerving. Considering this was a Cipher, that meant the eye had to come from someone in particular, likely. An old enemy perhaps?
Or perhaps a counterpart, but he didn’t want to think about that.
Sixer’s tails flicked again. He didn’t offer the demon any sort of “pleasant” response to the greeting.
“I should have guessed by your attire,” Sixer said shortly. “Do you make it a hobby of traveling around and bothering my counterparts? I doubt that any of them have received you with open arms.”
Sixer’s body language was making it very clear that he didn’t want Steam here either, but after spending as long as he had in the Nightmare Realm, in his collapsing dimension, it was occasionally hard to shake off old habits.
Steam sat in mid air and placed his cane across his lap. “Actually, I do. And honestly, it would be such a boring trip if a Ford did welcome me with open arms. The standoffish-ness is to be expected. A challenge, if you will.” Of course Sixer was right about the eye with his second guess. But Steam didn’t bring it up either. Would be far less than tactful to do so.... yet. “You’re actually a lot more agreeable than some. At least you’ve yet to attack me.” He brushed some dirt off the hem on his pants. It didn’t matter how high he floated. Dirt always got on his clothes.
