@l0ve-and-determ1nat10n / sc
🌑 The area Frieza is stopping by next is called Archimedes Ward, with its architecture evoking the imagery of modern-day Greece to some residents. A reference that is mostly lost on the Emperor, though. He has acquired knowledge about Earth for strategic advantage and intellectual superiority, but its limited as far as its many different timelines goes.
Eventually, his steps take him into a broad street that cuts through the center of the ward, with a sheer endless amount of food stalls lining up on both sides. A passing pedestrian offhandedly calls it “Star Trail.”
It is crowded and noisy, and all kinds of lower beings linger about, waiting in front of stalls for greasy morsels, squatting on benches, unceremoniously stuffing their faces with local cuisine.
Frieza surveys the scene with a blank stare, his presence untouched by the chaos. That is until he notices a human child scurrying past him, carrying a tray with steaming food in its hands. What a shame it would be, if the brat couldn't enjoy that much anticipated greasy meal.
Without even turning his gaze, his tail flicks upward with sudden, effortless precision, thwacking the tray out of their hands. The food scatters across the ground, drawing a few stunned looks from people in close vicinity.
“Oops,” Frieza drawls, his voice smooth and devoid of sincerity. “How terribly clumsy of me. My tail must have slipped.”
