FALL FESTIVITIES

Thresher hated how chilly it's gotten.

He's a cold man, both literally and figuratively. He hated how much of his "hair's" slime stuck onto fall sweaters, how much falling leaves stuck in his tentacles and tail, it was all so discomforting! He was so much better at tackling the heat, pretty natural considering the creature that lives in his head.

Despite how much he dreaded autumn and winter, he couldn't just stay cooped out in his apartment all day. Ugh. He needed to get some air. Maybe he could find a nice training spot if he was lucky enough.

He puts on a sizeable outfit: a plain jacket, shirt, jeans, and sneakers. Something comfortable enough to get by, and something easy to change in and out of. And off Thresher goes.

...

The shark, somehow, manages to find himself stopping at the local café. Just to try out something.

A dark-haired barista mans the counter, his snake waving its tail as the body's hand waves alongside. "Good afternoon! What can I get you today?"

More chipper and lively than Thresher thought, especially when adorned with spikes, chains, and piercings.

Thresher grunts as a greeting out of habit, but follows up with "Pumpkin spice latte, please."

He could not believe he was getting this for the first time.

"Right on, sir!"

God. Thresher does not like being called "sir." Too uptight.

Regardless, he heads to a free spot close by, sitting himself to take in the café scenery. It was much different than his typical trips to the gym for training, where it was always busy and full of life. He figured a café would still be as busy with so much people and socializing in one compact space, but... it was quiet.

Thankfully, he needed the quiet.

"Pumpkin spice for Thresher!" The barista called out.

A quick nod and a quick drop of pocket change into the tip jar. They were nice enough, at least.

He sits back into his seat, clicking his visor open carefully to not let any water spill, letting his head shark out to get a sip of the drink. While he, himself, couldn't get a taste, at least his sensor provided an appetizing aroma for the man.

The shark in his head recoiled from the sugary sweetness of it all.

Ah. That's enough of that. At least he tried it rather than miss out on an autumn icon.

That was enough of his café stop.

...

Thresher still didn't like how chilly it was getting, but at least he was able to warm up to the season at times.