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Sure, man. What you probably need is a pick me up--uh, you probably don't remember, but think you're up for a drink? Grabbed some smoothies from the cafe.

...

[It takes a minute for him to weigh his options. 'Keep acting like a petulant ass over being humilitated,' or 'have a smoothie.' That's the thing with bad moods, it was reaaally tempting just to stay mad.

But eventually, he relents with a cranky, begrudging sigh.]

Fine. Sure. Why the hell not.

That's the spirit! Haven't been here long myself, but why not is pretty the best approach I've found.

[slides him over a ridiculously sugar filled strawberry mango smoothie. it probably has a shitload of toppings on it too.]

[Holy shit that was a loaded smoothie. He takes a tentative sip and. Wow.

Okay, consider his mood picked up.]

Damn. That's not bad.

Right? It totally wakes you up and chills you out! A good or bad thing depending on if you're a night rat, heh.

[He slurps in contemplation for a second.]

...Y'know, I don't even know which I am. Morning person or night rat. That's-- [he frowns.] pretty weird.

Yeah, amnesia's a real trip! But think of it this way--you're gonna learn a lot about yourself, and that's kinda exciting, yeah?

Feels more like someone kicked me in the head and stole my shit.

Not having anything sucks. You just get looked down on. [ANGRY SLURPING]

Not if you're tall enough. That said, you're not alone, man. Still don't have anything of my own in this noggin either.

[This surprises him]

You didn't buy any memories yet?

Nah. There's enough going on here to keep straight, figure trying to jam a bunch of memories in my head wouldn't be the best of ideas. So! Prioritizing you guys first. The past is the past, y'know?

Mhm. Playing mediator seems like something that'd keep your hands full, fulltime.

...

[Grumble mutters under breath,] Thanks, I guess.

Wouldn't call it mediating. Everyone's pretty chill once you get to know them. Even Moonie's pretty down to earth, even if he's kinda. . .extra? [leo is a lot. lightly nudges him with an elbow]

Don't sweat it.

[No. It was definitely mediating.

Newbie looks vaguely uncomfortable for a split second. He's still not really sure what to feel about the idea of being a unit. Like, are they expected to be friends? They're definitely not family. When he thinks about it, the whole thing sits strangely in his guts.

So just. Don't think about it, then. Yeah.]

I'm not sweating anything. Take it as it comes, whatever.

[that's the spirit!! tho mike does at least notice the uneasiness, taking a step back]

Right, just go with the flow. You'll get a groove eventually.

So hey, what should I call you. Red?

Red? Mmn... [It doesn't feel satisfying to say. So basic. But he hasn't thought of any ideas himself.]

Red Bull's kind of a lame thing to be named after. Maybe I oughta be something cool, with wings.

Wings, huh? Sooooo. . .a bird? Like, Falcon? Or Dragon?

[he is from the future and only knows either basic shit or ridiculous/car themed shit there is no middle ground]

[BIG THINKS. There's only so much mythological stuff he can think up, too.]

...How about Griffin? That sounds good, right?

[the fuck is a griffin. nts go to library later. after he remembers what a library is.]

If those are the wings you wanna ride on, it sounds pretty sweet to me.

They're half eagle, half lion. A goddamn beast that can't possibly fly, getting wings.

[He looks proud of himself]

I kinda dig it.

[beams!! newbie is happy!!]

Heh, so breaking the mold and doing what folks don't think can be done? Iiii think that'll fit you just fine, Griff.

[A smirk spreads over his face. The spark of life was back in his eyes again.]

Sweet.

Hey, I never asked your name.

Me? I'm Mike Chilton? Or so I'm told.

So, Mike. Not as flashy as everyone else, I'm afraid.

Nah. It's solid. [Griffin gives a short nod of approval]

You're all right, Mike.