Thread:Cleverfighting/@comment-31774682-20190605081631/@comment-36159587-20190605134239

 The narrator hopes she has noticed he actually has nothing on him. Well, maybe cakes and sweets and stuff. But his mind was kind of different--he had resistance to mind control and hypnosis, stuff like that--so he was indifferent.

 But, he did usually think people were friendly. He shook whatever it was he thought off, as the narrator said, because he wasn't the suspicious type of person. And he kind of liked fun, but...he had stuff to do. He sighed. "Sorry for the bad introduction! My name's Galaxian. What's yours?"