“Well, I may as well join your little mission.” He shook his head and tsked, scratching aggressively at his arm, a habit of his in which he developed a while ago. Pushing his shopping cart along beside—uh, this girl—he bounced on his toes. “Oh, oh, oh, yes I love little missions! The last real mission I did was with mother, of course, and I kind of miss them. I mean, of course the next one will be saving all your ungrateful behinds, but that won’t be for a while.” He laughed a wheezy laugh. “Oh wait I guess I am kind of on a mission now, ever since she had her visions! The soul-eaters, of course, mother said my mission was to hide from them. I must warn you, mortal, beware of them. They’re always hunting and constantly hungry.” Chatting away, not caring if the female mortal was even listening or not, opened the door and pushed his shopping cart out, grabbing another handful of frosted flakes as well.

“Oh, so the mortal caught on, yes? Not many people respect my true title.” He tsked, letting go of the cart. “Thank you, pretty girl.” He said. Of course, he enjoyed flirting with the mortals, found it rather fun, but it would never be anything more than that. They were below him, not at his level. And he found it difficult to form something—what were they called? The friendships?—with them. Of course, he didn’t mind. Being in solitude for nearly a year does that to some people, after all. 

Snatching his box of Frosted Flakes and a toothpaste tube, Experavit continued his way out of the stores vicinity. He wondered why they were leaving already, there weren’t really cops as far as he was concerned. 

“You’re all insane.” He growled, a strange flip to his once smooth-talking tone.