[color=gray][i]ching...chi-CHING-K![/i][/color]

"I am sorry, Sevanti'Trei...We...We don't typically tailor that to your size. Running the loom, alone-" the human tailor protested to their customer's request for a custom coat, short as they were. The small figure, on the other hand, had distracted themselves with a pair of spurs, accenting their impatience by stopping the spin of the stars by skipping them against each other before setting the adornments back on the shelf and turning to face the woman.
A black, red and white plaid scarf covered over their nose where an [url=https://img1.etsystatic.com/000/0/5832139/il_fullxfull.220779575.jpg]eyepatch[/url] shielded one eye, yet complimented their other dully glowing amber iris that constricted to sharpen their slit pupil. After a moment of tense silence directed to effectively cut her off, they lifted a hand to tip their black news-boy hat down to shade their piercing expression. [color=8882be]"Triple...ehn I say zeis every time-"[/color] began the small figure known to the woman as 'Sevanti'Trei' due to a miscommunication after their accent was considered. '73', or 'Kaite', was a paying customer even since their first stop at port where the proprietor merely didn't know what she was seeing when the Aylv had walked in.

"-Stop that...you were nice enough to at least [i]try[/i] not to shut me down by showing your face, this time. You have no idea what trouble you brought me" The woman replied in a hushed hiss, rightfully upset over the incident that almost ended in half of her shop being dismantled in the course of the fight.

[color=8882be]"I do [i]not[/i], nor do I [i]care![/i] Take my money,  provide me my vears, or I call my debt ehn take my money elsevher!"[/color] Kaite growled with a stomp to accent the final word, turning the heads of a few patrons from the small outburst before going back to their business. Bound by honor to make right his very existence that contributed to a display being destroyed after some errant 'do-gooder' had a nasty fall through the glass and ruined a good portion of the carpet and select wears with his blood.

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The bell chimed behind Kaite as the woman posted a sign on the window that read 'no pets allowed'. Back out in the market strip, he wandered off in the general direction of the hangar. Stuffing his hands into the pockets of the ratty denim jacket he cleaned up after shamelessly peeling it from an eviscerated kid around when he started, he figured it would have to do for the time being. Slim jeans, a simple black shirt and 1.5-inch flat-heel'd boots would have to do, completing the ensemble which made the security officer look like little more than some impoverished youth.
He could nearly taste that pea coat, but hadn't the slightest clue where the next quality human outfitters was, let alone one that would serve him. Kaite's imagination painted all such shop owners in the same light.

[color=gray]They talk, right? I mean, they all have basically the same profession. Why would any of them be unaware...
Thinking about it made a weight sink through my heart at the idea of not getting what I wanted, as simple as it was, and for reasons I was not even responsible for! It was like the man had never seen a pair of ears before! Or...or that he [i]had[/i] and they murdered his family? Can ears be people? [i]Are[/i] some people [i]ears[/i]!?[/color]

With such consideration, Kaite's wanderings had lead him from the honeycomb'd section of The Spire which held various financial and commodity markets into its neighboring food district. Swiftly, his weight transitioned from a sense of loss in his heart to an emptiness in his stomach. All of the walking around and 'shopping' reminded him of how he had a change of heart about spending the second day, as well, in The Monroe. In his haste to re-explore and take in the rich but overwhelming culture of the vast quantities of mingling species, he skipped what the schedule on his HUD read as 'breakfast [i]and[/i] lunch' with a frown-y face next to it.
The notifications also listed a Committee ID tag registering 'Head Human Representative Gary Rivers' as a guest on board The Monroe. It was certainly an opportunity that Kaite saw to provide obligatory backup for Sir Raymond Chase, since 'guests' were a rare and often unwelcome occurrence...as far as Kaite knew, since he had never had to initiate an intruder lockdown.

Still, the appearance of a foreign entity in what was now his home made Kaite wonder when the alleged new recruits would be making their arrival. Certainly it would only be a matter of time. As unprofessional as it would be for him not to be there, the allure of scents called like siren songs to every booth and establishment he passed by. Finally, it was too much and the fake Aylv figured he could get away with splurging what was otherwise going towards a dignified coat to instead experiment.
A shallow stand held a row of innocent seats where someone appeared to be sitting by the appendages that hinted to a mode of transportation hanging down from their spot.

Kaite stepped in after taking a moment to compose himself for his most pleasant [color=8882be]"Good afternoo-"[/color]

[i][b]"BBRRAAUGHHRGH!!!"[/b][/i] Roared the creature behind the counter whose from behind the counter draped over onto the seat that he had thought was a patron. A 'spout' from the beast lazily belched into a vat a skeleton of-

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Kaite stepped through the sliding doors that closed behind him, emerging into the hangars and simply standing still for a moment. After shuddering once, he groaned while trudging back to the ship, having had his fill of culture for a while. With his steps, he rubbed his face and slipped past dock workers to the sound of their footsteps for reference before colliding into one who seemed to having nothing better to do than stand around.
"Woah! Hey, kid. Whacha doin around here? It's dangerous!" they chirped in a tone that one would talk down to a child who wandered into somewhere they shouldn't be, which was an accurate assessment of how they saw the incognito Kaite. [color=8882be]"I [i]vehrk[/i] here...?"[/color] Kaite replied, lifting his free eyebrow in disinterest before making to step past them to approach The Monroe's gangplank, which the worker mirrored to insistently block his path. "Look...[i]eehhh[/i]..." the man stifled, unsure how to address Kaite who narrowed their eye before the worker turned their head and lifted their eyebrows in a shot-in-the-dark way of apollogetically guessing, "...miss?"

[color=8882be]"Yeh, vee ahr done here"[/color] Kaite spat with annoyance, pushing past them and having his arm caught. "Kid! They...They have rats, giant, vicious ones! Where are your parents?" The man desperately said, though gaining confidence as he asked about his parents.

Kaite froze, not out of shock but curiosity how far from The Monroe that his jurisdiction extended. Deciding it was best to simply test such fences, he slid his free arm against his sleeve to lace the man's fingers. In the same motion, Kaite leaned back and hooked out the back of their knee to trip them, but used his weight to gently ease them to the ground rather than dropping them to the steel floors. Stepping over the man, Kaite wrenched his hand free by breaking the gate of their grip.
After a few steps, he turned back to bark, [color=8882be]"Vith all luck, DEAD!"[/color] before pulling off his hat and letting his ears stretch, [color=8882be]"Ehn [i]I[/i] am zeht rat!"[/color] before quickly stuffing the hat back on and continuing making his way to the gangplank.