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3. Phantom
Granted, maybe he was staring a bit too long but those shoulder poofs were also a bit too tall. Gold absentmindedly nods his head with a tiny pout of consideration, never one to be judgmental of any fashion statement, but unfortuantely someone or something misinterprets his curious brows. His ear gets pinched, then pulled. Twice. Three times. Hey.
It’s disorienting (whisperings shift subjects when Gold starts looking around the train car with a critical eye) but manageable; that is until the standing passenger’s grip phases through his support and has him stumbling over a couple of seats.
All too familiar with otherworldly mischief, a recovered Gold sternly locks with the wide, violet eyes ever-so-innocently blinking back at him. One final look-over communicates the chick’s dead giveaway of a palette, and she wobbles her fountain pen between two fingers, tapping twice on the pages of her journal. Tut tut?
It was seemingly conclusive, but when he’s duped onto an early stop by a tampered automated voice, he can only huff at his own played self.