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It was an odd sight, West at an aquarium, but there had been a job posting in security here, so this is where he had ended up. It wouldn't be much longer before he and Levi would have to support themselves, and if hauling people away from fish tanks they hadn't paid to see earned him seeds, he would give it a shot, at least for a while.

Having handed in his application as directed (at the second floor information desk with Ingrid Timmons), the demon took a couple of minutes to wander the premises now that his business was complete. Much like those he might soon be hired to discipline, he hadn't paid to get in either, and he responded to every security guard he passed with a brusque nod and a quick departure. Nothing to see here. He just had some pressing business with a fish in the next room.

He hadn't actually come across any guards in a while when he found himself dozing off standing up in front of a large tank full of weird looking eight-legged minipets. Each one sported a crystalline horn and cycled speedily between a palette of neon skin colors that were truly mind-numbing. Maybe West wasn't actually falling asleep. Maybe he was having a seizure.

Fortunately, the demon was not suffering from any sort of affliction that a simple nudge couldn't cure. He drew in a short, sharp breath in response to the tap, tensing as he tried to come up with an excuse for being there in case it was another guard. When he saw that the one who had disturbed him was only a boil, albeit a boil with very impressive teeth, West scowled and crossed his arms.

"Yeah." He shrugged, his shoulders remaining slightly hunched as if they had forgotten how to settle. "Those stupid fish're... y'wouldn't think t'look at 'em, but they sure know how t'make y'tired." He bent sideways slightly to read the tank's informative plaque, stifling a yawn as he did.


"Guess I'm... susceptible." He frowned. "I'll jus' be stayin' the hell away from 'em then." He gave the shark another once over, noting his scars and tail. "So, y'just come here fer snacks'r somethin'?" It wasn't inconceivable. If she had been here, Levi would have been climbing into the tanks.

West smirked at the monster's silent taunt as he took the boil's advice and moved on to the next room, away from the captivating octoscares.

He snorted as he jammed his hands into his pockets, stopping and facing Quint once he was well clear of the tank. "So. What's m'savior's name?" Normally he wouldn't have given two shits, but something about this kid intrigued him. It was probably how punchable he looked. It wasn't only that, though. He also looked like he'd punch back.