"Is that not convincing enough?" Zynx tilts his head.
Rogue locked onto Rosette, returning to the main floor with a stainless steel chair within her scaly palms.
"Zynx." Rosette sets the chair on the red carpet from the owner's shoulder.
"Rose, you're too kind." Zynx places his hands on the head of the chair, watching the black crimson viper take her leave.
"What if, Zynx, I don't believe you?" Max leans forward, resting his arms on his knees. "What are you telling me? Did someone kill him? Or perhaps taken him hostage?"
"No, no, no!" Zynx spins the chair before sitting in between. "You think I'm stupid? No?" His gaze lingers on the party before landing on Phil with his arms crossed.
"We didn't suggest it."
"No. You did. Perhaps you two have returned from retirement? Billings, are you still staging a few jobs on Earth? I heard you made a lot of greens." Zynx rests his palm along his cheek visor, drumming his fingers away. "What was it? Ah! A giant house with a large field and that RV of yours. How much blood does it take to get all that?"
Sunny, Max, Olivine, and Rogue glanced at Phil, who was tightening his glare on Zynx.
"Then, please," Max breaks the heated silence. "What happened?"
"Heart Attack." Zynx's glowing eyes blinked while he spoke. A sharp exhale escaped after a chuckle. "All his life, he looked over his shoulder and this place. It's really poetic.." He shrugged."Enough with misfortune. What are two retired plumbers, a peridot, Verdona's offspring, and a freelance Otpian doing here?"
"My granddaughter and her friend. Benita Tennyson and Will Glover. I'm willing to pay off their bounty."
"What?! That's your granddaughter?" The owner points at Max. "Wow, small world." Zynx rests his chin on his arms. "I'm willing to agree, but I would ask for a favor in return."
"I'm sorry, but we like to pay and go." Peridot cuts in.
"No. You wouldn't my little gem. As you can see, this is a place of business, and what I say goes. If you are getting where I'm going at. Should I dumb it down?" Zynx questioned.
"How long?" Rogue spoke.
"Does he speak for you?" Zynx looks to Max and Phil before landing on Peridot.
"He asked a question," Sunny spoke up. "It'll be better if you answer it."
"Sunny!" Max waved Sunny off.
"Ah! Ha! Ha!" Zynx exploded into laughter. "Sparks! You even got that look down! Kid, Verdona needs to cut down on the quality time."
Sunny clicks her tongue, her gaze never leaving his.
"My apologies." Max bows his head.
"We're having fun. Get that stick out of your ass." Znyx chuckled while Rogue only patted Sunny's shoulder from his gaze. "Maxwell, you and I know there won't be any chance those employers will not change their minds. I can stall them for maybe five to seven years."
"That won't change the facts on the freelancers." Phil opened.
"Of course, duh. That's the thing about the RG. We are allowed to refuse services for any work outside our jurisdiction." Zynx sighs. "Now that's half the work cut out. Are you in or out?"
"There's an angle." Max voiced.
"Of course! You have people, and I have mine." Zynx presses his chest before pointing his open hand towards Max. "Jeez, make up your mind."
"Fine. We're in."
The owner clapped, jumping from his chair.
"Brillant! You're genuinely magnificent!" The owner looks to Sunny. "Sadly, we're not accepting fun size-"
"She's fine." Max interrupts. "You and I know she's been around Verdona long enough. Sunny can deviate from right and wrong, right?" He raised a brow from across the table.
"Yes, sir." Sunny gave a finger salute.
Zynx cocked his head.
"Yeah, no. Wait at the bar. I would love to chat with the space cops." The owner glances at Peridot. "And you too, Olivine, take your freelancer with you."
"I shall remind you-"
"Peridot." Max cuts her off. "We'll finish this up." He locked his gaze back
to Zynx.
"You, sir! Are on thin ice!" Peridot jumps from her seat before stomping. "Come on, you two." She takes her leave, followed by Rogue, Sunny, and Zed.
"Right." Zynx lingered at the leaving party before staring at the retired plumbers. "Mother would love her."
"Can we start?" Phill looks from the floor with his sniper barrel in his palms.
"Love the initiative! Why don't we?" Zynx presses a few buttons on the table. "Alright, keep all hands and feet within the square. Unless you want to be plastered among the feed for the galaxy's dumbest hearsay. "
The tinted glass blocked all light, only for a blue, glowing rectangle awaited insertion. Zynx feeds it a floppy disc the size of his fingers. The blue lights of the hologram ate away the darkness.
"Alright!" Zynx opened his hand to a small planet resembling Earth. "You and I know this is not your planet. Breathe it in; can any of you guess?"
"Orion." Max mouthed out, while Phil only sat up.
"Convenient is it? After the war with you plumbers and the diamonds, This planet harbored a facility that profits in war. A cloning facility before your better half shuts it down, and I also heard there are still a few among your broken band." Zynx shakes his head. "You can't teach an old dog new tricks."
The hologram zooms closer to the planet, pinpointing the location.
"I was given a tip that one of my members from the upper tiers took a contract. My sources want whoever to, either." The owner dragged his finger across his throat. "Or whatever you prefer. It's the Rogue Gallery, so be creative." He clapped, remaining in his chair. "Any questions?"
"You're quick to backstabbed your people," Phil remarked. "I know your uncle is rolling in his grave."
"Wow! Am I getting advice from a sociopath? I never knew this day would come."
"What is all of this?" Max questioned. "Your sources are paying you more?"
"That and knowing you. Someone is willing to exploit this place. The plumbers didn't check every nook and cranny, so why not be the second? To make up for your injured absence."
Max pauses, collecting his thoughts.
"And if we do this, what makes us think you won't do the same to us?"
"Well, I don't know. I don't see anyone coughing up more, and besides, I'm quite interested in how this will turn out." Zynx sat up straight. "Better yet, I'll give you a twenty percent discount. It's on the house."
"Max." Phil sat at Max's shoulder on the booth. "This is not worth it. Let's pay off the bounty and go."
"Aren't you the one who said you missed this?" Max whispered.
"That before Robocop stood in Orion's place. And besides, who's in the upper ranks? If I was young, I would've said hell yeah."
Max snapped his gaze to Zynx, resting his arms along the spine of the metal chair.
"We'll do it."
"It's a pleasure doing business." Zynx's glowing blue eyes blinked as he spoke.
"Anything for you, Ms.Olivine?" The feminine XLR8 with red lipstick spoke behind a bar.
"I'm fine. Thank you." Peridot spoke, keeping her eye on the main hall within their section and booth, which was now closed off. "Give these two your Yuri's, and what's your special?"
"Chili Fries, Cinnamon buns, Fish n' chips for now." The bartender's eyes wander to Sunny and Rogue.
"I'm fine on your Yuri." Rogue voiced.
"I'm not." Sunny chimed. "Tempted, but no thanks."
"I'll be back on your Yuri." The bartender took her leave, leaving a blue line.
"What's a Yuri?" Sunny cocked her head to her neighbor, taking in the jazzical music and the extraterrestrial customers.
"A non-alcoholic beverage." Peridot and Rogue stared at one another.
"Who would've guessed." Sunny tapped her finger along the marble counter.
The bartender passed Rogue his drink, earning his nod. He looked down at his painted blue marble wine glass, staring at the cloudy red drink and a lemon at its edge.
'It's not a Semora, but that will do.' Rogue comments, watching the kid take a sip.
The cold liquid touched his tongue and went down his throat, leaving a bold cherry taste with a hint of sweetness.
Rogue smacked his lips with a hiss.
"How was it?" Sunny squinted her eyes.
"Not bad. I still have that lingering cherry in my mouth." Rogue squeezes the lemon into his drink.
"Pass it."
"I got my mouth on it."
Sunny clicked her tongue.
"You could've got one." Peridot entered the chat.
"No. Just pique my interest, is all." Sunny tapped her finger on the counter, eyeing the drink going into Rogue's mouth.
"Aeryn." A familiar voice called out to the bartender by Rogue and Zed. "Two Yuri's and a Nebula," Rosette ordered, keeping her calm demeanor. "An order of Aok and Rosetto; they wanted extra Lulze cream."
"Right away, boss." Aeryn voiced, currently making a line of drinks bouncing from station to station, leaving blue lines in her wake.
'Kid, let me take the wheel on this.' Rogue voiced within Rogue's head.
'Why?'
'Can I have this for a second?'
Rogue avoided the crimson vipers evading eyes.
'Fine, but nothing weird. How do we-'
Rogue's spine shivered before he stared down his glass wide-eyed behind his red goggles. He gazed at Rosette before jumping a seat closer to the viper, noticing his approach.
"I-uh, sorry about earlier. I never saw someone as beautiful as you."
"Thank you." Her blood orange slit eyes remained at the drinks at the bar.
"Come on, I'm pouring my heart here. Can I get to know you a bit?"
Rosette drummed her black nails onto the counter, only for Rogue to notice a ring of silver engraved with spiky stems and red roses.
Rogue cleared his throat before Aerny appeared before Rosette with a tray of drinks and another with steaming food. One plate had a slab of purple meat with black marks, a side of white melting cream and mushrooms, and another had a large green heart attached to a core surrounded by green leaves.
Rosette rested the drinks along her left palm and over her shoulder not once, causing the drinks to shake before reaching her opened hand towards the tray of food.
"Let me help." Rogue stood out of his seat.
"I'm fine, Sir." Rosette grabs the tray before Rogue reaches it. She spins on her tail, heading for her table.
'Sorry about that.' Will voiced within Rogue's thoughts.
"Uh, what was that?" Sunny voice breaks into his ears to her with his drink in her hand.
"I wanted to see if I could get any info on this owner." Rogue huffed before resting his head on his knuckle.
'Did she seriously drink out of my cup?!' The boy shouts, causing Rogue to shiver.
"You know that's my drink?" Rogue took his seat back beside Sunny.
"And? Sharing is caring." Sunny takes another mouthful before holding up a half glass of Yuri. "Here."
"No." Rogue drops his brows over his goggles.
"We kissed. So what makes this any different?"
"Kissed?!" Peridot raised her voice before leaning towards Sunny, who only leaned back from how close she was to her face. "As a romantic gesture?"
"Y-yes. Why do you care?!" Sunny blush before growling. "Have you ever heard of personal space?!"
"Oh! Sorry." Peridot clears her throat. "From what I heard, You and Gwen seem pretty close." She curved her lips, bouncing her brows at Rogue, who'd choked on his spit.
"Who told you that?!"
"I have my sources." Peridot stared at her green-shaded nails. "But, who knew I'm dead center in a romantic triangle." She cocked her head, using her finger to push down her yellow shades so her dark green eyes stared into Rogue's. '"I could point you in the right direction. Due to the knowledge I've absorbed. From other media and my current favorite, Camp Pinning Hearts."
Rogue eyes bounce from the corner of his view to Aeryn, who returned to polishing a wine glass.
"Can you guys not be so loud?!" Rogue whispered. "And Camp Pinning Hearts? I couldn't even stand the first few seconds of the show because of the constant voice-over, and don't get me to start it with the dialogue.
A click made Sunny snap from her drink to Peridot, raising her voice recorder.
"All I got was Camp Pinning Hearts." Peridot frowned her brows. "I'm afraid I must keep that statement for further review."
"Hey." A familiar voice drew their attention to Max and Phill, who appeared before the four. "We've got a change of plans."
"Change of plans?!" Peridot questioned. "Why?! What is it?"
"We're going on a little detour. Zynx promised to knock down the bill if we go out on a run." Max looks at a diversity of faces looking at him from the group. "We can talk more when we get on the ship. For now, We're going to the third floor. Come on." He waved them over.
Sunny sighed, hopping off the stool, followed by Peridot and Rogue. Zed followed close behind.
The group makes its way back to the elevator. Phil hits the button on the third floor, and the doors close. The group sits in silence while Phil's gaze wanders to Zed, who is lasering into his soul.
Phil only huffed, adjusting the strap across his chest, gaining Peridot's attention.
The doors opened, and Phil was the first one out. Everyone followed the short hall toward the slow-moving traffic of aliens wandering the curved corridor.
On the right shoulder were windows showing the face of space with its debris and the face of the grey and blue planet nearby.
Heavy stomping draws Rogue's attention to a Hammerhead Shark nearly resembling a human. His muscles and abs bulge between the black jeans jacket, showcasing the many scars.
He stood over them, standing six-four.
"W-would you like a w-weapons?" The hammerhead shark stutters causing Sunny to cocked her head.
"No, we're. Good." Phill walked past the giant, followed by Peridot.
Max held Sunny's and Rogue's back, pushing them past the shark who only followed them.
"There's no other gadgets you can see across the galaxy. Lend us your time, and we can prove it to you." The hammerhead shark voiced in a stuttering mess. "We can even give proper maintenance for a hundred credits."
"We good, thank you." Max nods and grins.
Max continued pushing the kids, only for Rogue to notice Zed's presence.
"Zed? Zed!" Rogue called out to the Stuttering Hammerhead, giving Zed head pats. "Come on, girl."
Zed races to Rogue's ankle, leaving the shark to his lonesome.
"I'll give you about twenty thousand credits." A voice draws the boy's attention to the left of the hall, revealing a doorless store filled with weapons, such as Rifles, pistols, and explosives. He follows the voice to a spiked-head man with a tan looking up at a familiar-looking hammerhead with feminine features.
"That is a Stag. That can bring down a Dreteleon after three shells, thirty-five." The feminine hammerhead lowers her voice before sitting on the table's edge with one eye on him.
"Come on, you know I'm your favorite customer! How about we sweeten the deal with some hollow shells and make it twenty-five? It'll be a win-win!"
"You are my favorite customer. Since you included the hollow shells, I'm offering it for thirty. This is my final offer."
"Wow, is this how it is? Fine." The negotiator clicked his tongue before fishing his Nebula from his coat pocket. "What would your brother think of this?"
"Vash would consider it a business transaction. Now, hurry up. I don't have all day." She crosses her arms, and her right eye is locked on Max's group walking by. "If you'll keep admiring me, why not give me a closer look? I won't bite." She smiled, flashing her maw at Rogue, who looked his way. "Fine! You'll be back!"
'I don't like that look she gave me.' The boy thought.
'The only advice I can give you is to keep your distance. And sadly enough, that sphyrnaiod doesn't look like the type.' Rogue comments as they pass a clothing shop with the same interior.
"Just up ahead." Phil voiced, eyeing another shop with a door.
"Where are we going?" Sunny questioned.
"To meet an old friend," Max answered.
The sliding doors opened with a loud gasp, releasing warm yellow light illuminating the white polished floor beneath them. To the room's right was a waiting area with sturdy, polished wooden chairs, all unoccupied and devoid of customers.
The group approached a black silk counter, awaiting a woman with pink skin and a black ponytail.
"Welcome. How can I assist you?" Her orange pupils scanned Phil and his group.
"Here for Requiem. She's opened?"
"You didn't file for an appointment?"
"Well, consider this one." Phil adjusts his chest strap. "Your body is a temple, and your soul is a ball of flame. Purify it, and so too it will serve you."
The receptionist opens the counter to allow space for two people to enter.
"Follow me." She exited the room, heading into the back.
"Wait here." Max looks to Peridot and the others. "It won't be long."
The retired plumber followed his partner into the back of the rooms. Pacing along the wide and short hall, he made his way to a metal door with a widow on it.
The receptionist peeks through the window, taps her fingers on the pad beside it, and opens the door before them. It leads to a room with warm orange lights and white curtains blocking the view.
"Believe me, doc. I'm a firm believer in self-control." A heavy voice enters their ears.
"Of course you are." A fatigued, feminine voice followed the sound of sparks that soon ignited against the ceiling. "Alright, give it a go."
The receptionist slid the curtain aside, revealing an alien resembling a white and black stingray sharing characteristics of Jetray. She wore a harness carrying tools and a singular binocular on her left white solid eye.
Beside her was a rhino in a large and grey pancho taking up the operating chair with his large build.
The rhino looks down at his left arm, wiggling his slender fingers with a sturdy, bulky prosthetic silver arm.
"All I ask of you is to take your prescription until the three-week mark due to the trauma. And go easy on the arm." The black-and-white Stingray removes her binoculars before releasing a huff.
"Will do. Thanks, doc."
"Um, Ms. Requiem?" The receptionist's voice entered into the appointment. "I'm sorry to interrupt. It seems you have essential matters with these gentlemen."
Requiem gazes at Max and Phil.
"Wow. WOW!" Requiem bounces from the wheelie chair, her arms carrying white patagia that stretch nearly to the floor. "I can't believe you're actually here!" She wrapped her wings around Max, resting her jaw on his white hair.
"Same here." Max chuckled. Before they separated, he looked up at her. "Did you get taller?"
Requiem snorted.
"How many times do you have to mention that? If I have to count, it would be the many white hairs on your head. I'm beginning to wonder if I have a fan." She hugs Phil while her rhino client makes his known exit with the receptionist, who slowly follows with her gaze locked on her boss.
"I can't help but admire the work of the great and all-mighty albino Stingray." Max smiled.
"You still haven't told me what that is." She squinted her solid white eyes.
"When I have time, I can take you to see them."
"And what will Xylene think?" Requiem cracked a smirk before resting her three-finger hands behind her head.
"When I get a hold of her. She'll know. By the way, have you seen her?"
"I-huh? Wait, when was the last time you saw her?"
"Five months ago. After that, we talked, and then it was dead silent these two months. Was that a no?"
"I'm sorry." Requiem apologized, causing Max to let out a breath.
"Hey. Hey. Xylene is fine." Phil rests his hand on his shoulder. "To give you the benefit of the doubt, she's way better than me, and saying that means a lot coming from me. But." He drags, patting his shoulder. "Don't expect me to repeat it."
"Is that why you came down to see me?" Requiem snapped her gaze down at the two retired plumbers.
"No. Actually, I came down to ask about this new boss upstairs." Phil starts. "Don't tell me that clown is replacing Orion."
"Oh, him." Requiem yawns, rubbing the corner of her eyes with her fingers. "The stories are true." She paced herself to a sliver desk a foot from her operation chair. Followed by Max and Phil, who nearly towered over her, fishing into her desk. She takes a seat, pulling out a nebula.
A blue hologram shoots from the glass cube, revealing an image of a bald blue cybernetic man with bright eyes.
Forever remembered as The founder of jobs, the father of guidance, and the deliverer of the spoken.
"Died of a heart attack. I wasn't available at the time. I-" Requiem cut herself off, watching the plumber's eye the image. "The wake starts next month. And I'll send it to your optics."
"Ray." Max starts. "What's the new shops about? Are the others still here?"
"Oh. Uh. There's Odessa and me. All the others packed up after a few days with Zynx. Requiem answered.
"I don't blame them." Phil sat on the desk and rested his sabali rifle on the floor. "What makes you stay?"
"Me? The people, but I'll ride it out."
"Really?"
"Told you I would be gone thirty years ago, but here I am." Her white eyes gazed down at Max's right palm.
"You out of your gel?"
"Sorry? Oh! No, I'm not." Max looked down at the scarred palm, eyeing the jagged paint. "I'd like to keep this as a reminder." He closed the palm.
"I want to show you someone." Max makes his way out of the room, followed by Requiem and Phil.
They approached behind the counter before making their way towards the waiting area.
Peridot, Sunny, Rogue, and Zed look at the stranger approaching them.
"Requiem, meet my granddaughter. Sunny."
"She's Sunny?" Requiem points to Sunny, who remained seated. "Verdona, kid? Kid?"
"You're there, aunt, so yes." Max folds his arms while Requiem looks back at Sunny before slowly approaching her.
Sunny stood to her feet, raising a brow.
"I'm willing to believe you don't know me." Requiem looked her up and down.
"You're correct."
"Of course... you were just a little ball of energy the last time I saw you. You sure gave me a run for my credits." Requiem squatted to Sunny's level, her long arms reaching on either side of the floor by Sunny's black shoes. "The name Requiem. Or you can call me Ray. The first time I saw you, I knew you were bound to do great things."
"Of course." Sunny clears her throat, forcing a smirk. "I promise not to disappoint."
"Do you remember Benita and Gwendolyn?" Max questioned, causing Ray to look over her shoulder.
"They're here too?!"
"No. But we managed to scarp up our memories book. I'll be sending it to your Nebula." Max sighs. "We should really get together."
"What do you mean?" Ray stood to her feet, towering everyone.
"We got a job. From that Posser upstairs." Phil filled in the blanks. "He's willing to prolong the gig related to Bentia and a kid named Will Glover. If we managed to get the job done, of course."
"What kind of job?" Ray questioned.
"Capture for Millions of credits."
"No." Requiem held her face.
"Of course. I don't trust Zynx, but Max hoped we could get rid of it for an extended time when Ben and the boy are at age. I, for one, disagree."
"What do you need me to do?" Requiem looks to Max.
"Don't you have clients?"
"I can always reschedule."
Max looks at Rogue and Sunny.
"No. We're fine. I got a merc who'll closely monitor these two." He pointed his finger at Peridot and Sunny.
"I can take care of myself, but the extra support is welcome." Peridot comments.
Phill clears his throat, getting Max attention.
"Of course, I'm glad we can see each other again."
"Naturally." Requiem hugs Max once again. "Once you find Xylene, I don't mind taking you on that offer."
Max nodded before beckoning everyone in the waiting area.
"Stay safe." Max looks over his shoulder at Requiem.
"You too."
Max followed his group out of the establishment.
"We're heading for Odessa. She is bound to know what we need." Max led the group, pacing down the corridor of vendors, including a noddle shop and armor store.
Max eyed a slim sign beside the heavy doors up ahead.
F
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An emblem of a fox stood before the letters.
Max wanders around the sign before listening to the cry of the doors giving way.
"Bienvenue, plombiers." An orange and white fox in a tight black dress spoke in French and sat comfortably on a circular, bright orange couch at the end of the room. Near the entrance were four rows of tall shelves encased in glowing blocks shaped like books. "I might have to charge you extra for the wait time."
"I see your still perspective. Odessa." Max comments, looking around the room before approaching the couch with the others in tow.
"I've only seen you down the hall." Her bright blue eyes locked onto Max. "I'm disappointed you have come to see me like one of your girls. You're such a tease." She said the last sentence in French.
"But, yet, I gave you the greatest gift of all. Culture."
"That's one of a kind." Odessa got up from the couch with her orange puffy tail swaying.
Max and Odessa exchange kisses on the cheek.
"What can I do you for?" Odessa asked before staring at Phil and giving him a wink. Phil only shakes his head.
"I want to know if there is anything on Orion 3 I should know about."
"Of course. For a fee." Odessa's right eye shimmered into a blue cog, followed by Max.
-8000 Credits
"You can't keep playing with a girl's feelings." The fox's bright eyes looked up at Max's.
"The head cyborg upstairs says otherwise," Max voices after. "And please, let's make this quick."
"I recommend you bring a coat. It's pretty chilly. A few freelancers came before you, so keep your eyes peeled. And as we know, Rogue Seventeen is there. Reminiscing about the days on his birth planet." Odessa cast a glance at Rogue, who looked lost in thought. "You poor soul." She said in French.
"Is that all?" Phil asked.
"Quite." Odessa tilted her head before flattering her lashes. "Unless you wanna take me out? I tend to treat species of your gender like kings."
"Tempting, but I'll pass. I'm something of a sweet tooth."
"If you keep standing there, you'll relapse." The fox smiled openly, showing her fangs.
"Well, thank you. Odessa. You're a big help." Max entered the chat.
"Oh, stop it, dear." Odessa waved her hand. "You're taken."
"Parther, Go on ahead. I have a few more questions. And, of course, you'll be paid." Phil looks at the grinning fox.
"Of course. You'll know where to find me." Max nods. "Come on."
The retired plumber was the first to make an exit, followed by Peridot and the others.
"The last person I saw flirt like that was Emily on the road ahead." Peridot comments, pacing beside Max and ignoring a vendor trying to catch their attention.
"Right. Oddesa is a good girl, but I still miss something."
"What do you mean?"
"No. Sorry. Just running on thought." Max looks over his shoulder at Sunny and others.
Sunny was eyeing every vendor while Rogue was usually quiet, with Zed fast behind glancing about.
The group entered a clothing shop.
"Welcome! Welcome! I hope you like what you see." A robot with a round body hovered above the ground, its thruster and slender limbs focused on its guests with one eye.
Max wandered around the display tables and hangers before heading straight for the coats.
"Rogue, do you have anything to wear?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Yes, sir. Edge is keeping it for me. I figure something like this will happen again."
Sunny bumps her arm against Rogue's before smiling.
"Aw, if your girlfriend was here, she would be proud."
"Watch it." Rogue points down at Sunny.
"Sunny, what size do you wear?" Max questioned, lifting a grey fur-looking hoodie.
"Small," Sunny answered with her arms crossed.
"Hmph." Max hummed before picking a black hoodie with an image of some anime series. "Try this on."
"That's a medium."
"It'll stretch out." Max watches Sunny throw it on, making it fit, but her elbows and waist are a bit baggy. "They'll do."
"Is there anything better than this?"
"Alright, how about this? If you can find something you like and I agree with, we'll grab it and go." The retired plumber raised an eyebrow at his granddaughter.
Sunny released a smirk.
"You're on!" She speeds and walks away.
"Not so fast!" Peridot followed behind while Max raised his voice.
"Be where I can see you." Max sighs before looking at Rogue. "Why don't you look after them?"
"What about you?" Rogue frowned his brows over his red goggles.
"I'm fine. I like to hear myself think."
Rogue only nodded, following after the two.
Max looks down at the jackets before searching around. He grabs a green leather sleeve and feels the cold texture within his fingers.
Max pulls it out, revealing a Green leather jacket.
"It seems this caught your eye." The Store Keeper remarked, getting the plumber's attention.
"Just looking around."
"Oh, please do! We have everything you like! We got Sleeping wear, Causal, Hiking, and Ponchos! Everyone loves a good poncho! Some were custom-made with my oil, limbs, and unwavering coding."
"You made some of these?" Max raised a brow.
"Oh! Boy! I do! Give me your persona, and I'll get it done lickety-split." The robot's eye leans closer to the leather jacket. "Say. Are you getting this for a friend? Lover? Possible goal in mind?"
"Uh? How much?"
"Ten thousand credits and an additional three thousand for your custom Ginuwine attire."
"Uh, okay. Let me think." Max stared at the green leather jacket from front to back. "I think I know what I want."