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If Clover sticks out like a sore thumb in Archimedes, he’s an entire sprained wrist in Cotes. Bright soft colors, open spaces, and the sheer amount of little pink leaves falling off these trees could make even the most discrete of leprechauns look and feel totally out of place. He knows it isn’t easy being green, but he hasn’t felt this awkward about not blending in since he first came to the City with a group of other, similarly weird losers.
Thankfully, it looks like he’s not the only one here. Whoever willingly dresses up in all blacks and greens - and an eye mask? - here is either trying to stick out, or is trying to be sneaky in a very stupid way. Both options are fun! Clover sidles up behind this mystery man, peering around him to see whatever he’s got his hands full of. Some sort of other rectangle with buttons on it, almost like an overly complicated walkie-talkie with no visible speaker? Not to mention the little metallic person-shaped thing near him currently at a standstill. Whatever’s going to happen here, it’s not going to be good - but it might be entertaining!
So he perks up, putting his best totally innocent face on before he pokes his head around again. Pointedly looks at the rectangle, looks up at the guy, tilts his head. “So do they give you more rectangles that do new things, or do you just have to find more useful ones around?”
