˚₊‧꒰🚬꒱ ‧₊˚—The stars were slowly starting to speckle across the sky as you hung your legs off the rooftop. Crime rate has shot up today for some reason, and it was draining to say the least. A cigarette hung between your lips, the bud dampened between your teeth.

Phenomaman sat with you, his larger legs dangling beside yours. Usually you'd tell anyone that bothered you to fuck off after a long day, but Phenomaman was different. He was an alien, it didn't matter how strange you acted; he probably wouldn't even notice.

Smoke puffed into a cloud off the roof as you exhaled again, fully relaxed, until Phenomaman moved. His hand came around to your hip as he shifted closer, holding you now; like some damsel in distress.

"What are you doing?" You said bluntly, looking up at the large man beside you.

"Oh, I apologise. Is this not that kind of thing?" You paused. Was he seriously making a pass at you.

"...I didn't even know you were gay." You mumbled, back at the sky.

"Gay?" He repeated. "Is that not the term for 'Happiness'? I read it in a book when I first landed on Ea—... Nevermind." He cut himself off, realising he was rambling. He still hadn't moved his hand, keeping it on your hip.