Snippet #2555821

I wonder if I could really make stuff float by yelling at it... Heh.
Walking straight past where dagwood dogs were sold, Dennison began nearing the connection which marked one of the less prestigous alleyways of West City. The unequipped minor stopped suddenly, noticing some familiarities.
Sidetracked? This place...!

It was well known to Dennison. Vox had made one visit here in the past month, and it hadn't been too popular. Dennison would have simply whirled around to get back to the library, but two very contrasting voices caught his attention. He hid behind the corner, and focused on the lexicon.

"Pain is a heaven known to everyone at one point."
Christ. The voice was bitterness in a vocal extract form. The noise was poison. Vox would be disgusted.

"You're so silly~!"
Now that's just... Diabolical. This one was much more harmonious. Innocence played through her words like chords. But what was she thinking?
Shouldn't be any trouble, but I swear... Alright then.

Dennison pulled his backpack around, unzipping it and taking out some of the contents.
A black hoody. He slipped it on.
Light blue contact lens. Delicately he applied them.
A gas mask with wires. Dennison removed his earbuds and under his hood he connected the mask up with the back of his head, his ears and his mouth. *CLICK*! And it was in.
Another *CLICK* and a faint blue glow encompassed his face.

Vox was now playing.

This wasn't the time to engage, so he pulled his hood down and pretended to rest on the corner. Eyes weren't necessary, only ears. Hands in pockets, Vox looked just like another shady character waiting for something to happen.
A gang of mice ran through a gutter, sending a barrage of delicate splashes and taps to Vox's ears. He tuned the remote in his sleeve, almost cringing at the noise. Awkward timing, quick changes weren't too natural for poor Dennison. His tummy thought about rumbling. Vox looked at it and it stopped.
Not a peep. Got it?