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Cynthia smiled. "I'm sure they're still there. We haven't taken very long." She would get close to the area with him, though she listened as he spoke to her. "Yeah, we're friends. I don't see why not, after all." She chuckled. "Thanks. And I'm not busy, so hanging out tonight sounds fun. I could definitely take you on a tour of the place." They reached the kids then, who were all still playing their game. "Hey guys!" she called out to them, smiling. "We've got some stuff for you!" The kids all started crowding around as soon as they saw the goodies that Jett was toting. Cyn handed out some drinks, and then she would start setting the things up for the kids with Jett.

Jett set up the goal post on one side of the grounds. He made sure all of the balls were good to go so he picked one up and gave it a kick... he put a little much on it and it went sailing into the sky and far out of site..."Whoops?" He said, but he'd purchased about 6 balls so he figured 5 would have to do for now. "Sorry about that guys. I do think the goals are ready for you guys to go!" Jett would yell in excitement hoping to rile up the kids. "Cyn let's let these kids get some game time in, and we'll go grab some food, take me anywhere, your favorite place!"

Cyn smiled and helped set up everything, then watched as he kicked the ball too hard. "Jett, I think kicking the balls into outer space kind of defeats the purpose of buying this stuff for the kids." She smiled as the kids got all excited, then she just followed him out of the area. "Alright. Here, it's this way." She smiled at him. "That was a pretty powerful kick back there."

Jett felt kind of embarrassed, "Well, maybe I don't know my own strength... but of course an lucky alien boy will be able to play with it in a couple years!" Jett laughed at himself. Jett walked down the street as it got later into the day, he was ready to eat.

"Hey so, what kind of food are we getting?" Jett was intrigued not sure where they were heading. "I mean I'll eat anything, so no worries."

Jett was having a good time and just about anybody could probably see that.

Cyn smiled a bit and chuckled. "Yeah. Some lucky alien kid will be happy." She thought over his question and giggled. "I have a favorite pizza place. It's here soon." She smiled. She would reach it with him and open the door, walking in with him. They were taken to a booth and given menus. "They've got great pizzas here. And the service is awesome too."

"I'm just hoping we can get a lot of meat, I'm a carnivore." Jett was hungry, he hadn't eaten in far too long for his own preferences. He sat down in the booth and took the menu, "Thank you", he said to the waitress. Turning to Cyn, "What would you like to do? Share a pizza and a pitcher? Do you drink? and as I round out my million questions" Jett paused hoping she'd give him a giggle, "what do you want to do after we eat?"

Jett was excited to be sitting in a real restaurant, he hadn't been in one for quite sometime.

Cynthia laughed a little. "Of course. WE can get the big meatlovers special." She smiled at him and indeed giggled. "Sure. I don't mind what we do, it's up to you. How much do you think you'll eat?" She smiled and would look through the menu. "What do you see that you like? I am fine with anything."

Jett liked her little giggle. "Well let US get a meatlover's special and a couple margaritas?" Jett put down his menus and put his hand out for hers, "We could get some cheesy bread too, I haven't had cheesy bread in quite sometime." Jett was afraid he was showing his age, he leaned back, "You know like, a week or two..." He smiled hoping to cover his tracks. "So what do you do when you're not watching kids play around with a soccer ball and buying sport equipment with strangers?" Jett had a good chuckle on the thought. "Or IS that the everyday normal for you and I'm not special?" Jett smirked as the words left his mouth sarcastically.

Cynthia smiled. "Sounds great." When he mentioned the cheesy bread, she giggled. "You know, a week or two isn't very long.." She smiled some and leaned back in her seat. "Well, I work part-time at a cafe. And I work a couple days at a convenience store. And once every couple weeks I write an article for a magazine that runs in the city. It's kind of a relaxed pace, despite sounding like a lot." She smiled at him. "What about you, Jett?"

"Well I made a quite a bit of money in my previous career and with that I've just been doing my thing, wandering, seeing the world, trying new things, meeting very cool people and beautiful women", even though it was cheesy he winked at her to get a laugh out of her."and I've just been doing that for sometime, I probably couldn't run out of money if I tried..." Jett realized he sounded arrogant and snobby, "but I don't spend a lot either, I just carry this pack and my side and these clothes." Jett felt really dumb the way he'd spoken... He kinda scrunched into his seat. "Your life sounds really fun though, a little of everything right?" Jett looked to her for a helping hand out of his stupid feeling. Jett then put in the order for the pizza and drinks.

Cynthia did laugh as he mentioned the beautiful women part. "Well that sounds exciting. It must be so interesting to see the world like that!" She smiled at him and nodded. "Yes, I like my life. It's enjoyable." She smiled and watched as he put the order in, then she turned her attention to him fully. "Alright...tell me something about yourself, Jett."

"Well... I'm Sagittarius and I like long walks on the beach..." Jett couldn't help it he burst into laughter. "Nah my name is Jettikai and I am ex-private military. I had a blast with my time, did some really good things."

Jett started to relax with his new friend, "Your turn." He'd wink at her and smile.

Cyn laughed as he spoke and answered her question. "Military, huh? That's exciting." She would think as he spoke. "Hmm...Well, my name is Cynthia. I'm obviously not human, but what I am is called Dekaln." She smiled at him. "I don't know what else to say, really. What do you want to know?" She chuckled and smiled at him.

Jett thought for a moment... " Well try starting with what a Dekain is? No offense of course if its rude to ask." Jett wasn't sure of how to ask the question, he was quite unfamiliar with the Dekain. " I mean what differences in culture and genetic make-up?"

Cyn smiled at him. "Alright. Well...we're half human. The other half, nobody really knows. So that's why we call ourselves Dekaln. We live a bit longer than normal humans, and we have more stamina, flexibility and agility than humans. As for culture, there's not too much of a difference. There's nothing special we really celebrate. We're a rather adaptive species."

Jett was really quite intrigued, he move a little closer to her around the booth. It was rounded seating easy to slide. He didn't get to close, just closer. "Guess that means that it's my turn." Jett would think for a moment, "Well I'm a good dancer?" hoping that would pass.

Jett listened to him and chuckled. "Mhm, our turn." She smiled and waited for him. When he spoke, she laughed a little. "A good dancer? Oh really? Well we'll have to find that out. And no, you have to tell me more than that. Alright?"

Jett laughed at her response. "Well how about that I'm a big fan of talking", he paused for a moment, "maybe I should elaborate on that...", he had good chuckle, "I like meeting new people and learning new things, I guess I like learning, I know four languages and I want to learn a fifth, I love people!" Jett said very excitedly. ''Your turn", he said with a smile.

CYn laughed a little bit and looked at him, smiling. "That sounds really nice. You like learning, huh? That's great!" She chuckled a little bit. "My turn? Well...hmmm. I like reading and writing. And maybe a bit of drawing too." She chuckled and smiled at him.

"OH COME ON I WAS DETAILED" He said in a low cartoony voice. "You're cheating!" Jett said as he reached over and tried to tickle her. He would then smile and see the food coming and lean back a little, but would gauge her reaction.