"Nah…but you kinda look cool. What’s your name?"
"Hellboy." His answer was simple and quick. Kinda like his name.
"Transylvania? Did you delivered one to vampires?
What kind of pizza did they ordered? Man I want some pizza too.”
"Not Vampires. Necromancers.
You really don’t want to know.
But I’m game for some actual totally normal pizza.”
"Oh great, so I’m finally in hell then. Thats just fantastic."
"Unless you consider New York hell, nah, not really."
"Not even for inspiration?"
"What kinda inspiration could I give?"
"Don’t think my dad really cares, man." Wait— that’s totally not something a hardcore, infamous vigilante would say. "I… I mean—"
"I got business t’ tend to.”
"Even if he’s a deadbeat, still your dad, he’ll care in the end, kid." But his dad did set the standard for him. He looks down at Casey, a bit curious.
"What kinda business you got at this time of night.
If it’s on the up and up, I could help.”
"Fantastic. A-okay. My face is fine. This is just what I look like — NO, I’m not okay! This red stuff is called blood!”
He rifles through his jacket for a second, not just responding yet. Pulling out a roll of bandages, he hands it to him. “Good for you I’m prepared for a lot of stuff.”
"Uh-huh… I guess I can see your reasoning if they’re that big. Sounds troublesome. But, aren’t horns supposed to be something like bone? Wouldn’t that hurt?" Roi couldn’t imagine. Attached to the head they must have a lot of nerves in them. How could he just shave them down?
"Hrm. They’re made of something else, least mine are. Cause my bones ain’t as red as my skin. And I sand them down. Power sander is usually what I use. That’s why they’re as perfectly shaved down like they are." And it hurt, when he first did it, but he’s been doing it for at least 60 years, so he’s gotten used to it.
"I just fought off some giant bug monster and now I’m seeing big red dudes. Yeah, I need some help.”
"Don’t worry, I’m not a figment of some concussion, I’m the real deal."
"I can outrun both."
"Thought you said impress you, not list things you can’t outrun.
Do I look like I’m super fast.”
Yeah. She had nothing. Maybe that meant she was finally growing out of sidekick quipping.
"… Uh. Yeah."
"Though that doesn’t really mean anything.
If you’re good at what you do, you’re as good as anyone else.”