Oh. THAT was where Sorrel had saw this man. How.. how was this pink-haired stranger still alive? Some sort of radiation immunity? They were obviously Numan, with the pink hair and the goat horns and such, but maybe it was rude to assume some other abilities underneath..? This little goat also claimed to have coverage on the fight from this morning… something the press rarely could catch with all the fights involving himself and King Stag. 

And… along with that, the short stranger had an interview with King Stag. Sorrel couldn’t help but wonder how many of those were out there, and how many people begged and begged for interviews. His mind then trailed to— this dude must have met King Stag. Probably today. Probably this morning. Maybe that was why King Stag dove through a building. Maybe this was the person who threw a piece of building at him, too..? 

Hmm… Sorrel wasn’t exactly hungry, anymore. He wasn’t hungry in the first place. He felt like just grabbing his bowl and snapping the lid on to make his way out. Maybe he’ll… eat it later? Fat chance, though. He wiped the little drop blood from his lip instead of having another bite. 

“Shit, King Stag’s going for an interview? After what happened this morning?” Sorrel almost clasped his hand over his stupid mouth, why did he blurt things out all the time? Jesus Christ he was so stupid. 

Instead of minding his own fucking business, he continued with his stupid, [i]stupid[/i] rambling. “Aren’t hero interviews like… a dime a dozen? Have you ever done a villain interview..?” 

He turned to the far taller man with pockmarks as he twirled his spoon around. “You’ve ever [i]read[/i] a villain interview?”

He also already wanted to beat himself up. Maybe he should’ve never gone out, and just spent the day alone in his little house at Ground Zero with his weird cat.