trustphyte:
Firstly; he wanted to know why this was a nickname used to address him for the second time. Sure, his natural hair color did stand out but the combination of the two words was something he NEVER thought would be combined again. Yet, here he was.
Secondly; whoever this guy was… They greeted him with far too much familiarity for his comfort with a stranger. The headphones were down around his neck and clothes no longer covered his facial features to part himself further from the crowd but that didn’t mean he wanted people to walk up to him like they knew him.
He glanced from side to side in case they were referring to SOME OTHER ginger with a Western fable attached to the description but no one else turned to look, “Uh… Can I help you?”
“Well, kinda. You’re friends with Squirrel girl-Rhyme and the silverlocks who doesn’t like me. I ought to know the rest of the gang,” Kuro grinned widely at him.
It was nice to see someone freak out at him for a good reason. Unlike that other guy who hated him from the moment the silver boy saw him. He had no idea why. He didn’t even talk to the guy yet. That guy oughtta let him talk before he hates his guts.



















