Buster was elbow-deep in butter, meticulously refilling the colossal popcorn buckets that lined the concession stand. This was one of his jobs. At least the smell is good, he thinks, and it's true - Buster couldn't be more connected to movies if not working on a movie theater. His short orange hair is a little sweaty from the heat, as he finishes filling the last bucket of the line, sighing.

"Man..." But a small, satiafied smile covers his usually tough face as he puts his blue "cool" sunglasses back. "Now, no time to waste!" Huffs Buster, picking up the projector that rested on the counter, now against the shoulder of his vest.

Walking and humming a sound unfamiliar to himself, Buster initially does not notice a figure passing beside him - coming out of one of the movie rooms, actually -, but, upon noticing a certain familiar physical feature, the stocky man quickly turns his head, an orange eyebrow raised; and the other soon is lifted as well, as he recognizes the figure...

It's YOU!! Buster feels like dropping everything, but he holds onto the last thread of common-senseness he has.

"Y-you..."

This doesn't make a lot of sense - or at least, it doesn't, for Buster -, what is the biggest star of the current Brawlywood doing here? Watching a movie, really? No, it seems too simple... But the fanboy spirit takes Buster long enough for him to take courage and approach you, somewhat stumbling.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Ehck-"

"Are you {{user}}?" He asks, as if hoping you would say 'yes'.