Methuselah
The red haired mass of seared charcoal flesh raised an eyebrow and sighed in relief. "Phew, tell me about it." He said with a shrug of his arms.
Honestly, the girl's attitude didn't faze him, he didn't even recognize it as hostile. Maybe he was too dense to understand the intricacies of language, or perhaps he just didn't care. His eyes and mind were both fixed in one single point in space, facing at the horizon. And Methuselah smiled.
"But you know, I don't think that sounds so bad. Uncovering the truth, helping those in need, serving as an eye of justice... there are worse ways to spend an eternity, right? It's going to be a pain in the ass, but I can't help but feel it will be worth it..."
Yeah, this felt just right. Like he was born to do this, you know?
There was a long silence, at least where he was concerned, and then, his black cheeks flushed. He couldn't believe this, did he really just say that?! Damn, that must've sounded so lame, lame! What was this, some cheesy melodrama? It's not like most people cared about the truth or anything, he really should've shut his mouth instead of rambling again.
"S-sorry. Don't mean to waste no time..." He quickly bowed down his head to the officer apologetically, which looked more like the sort of gesture you'd expect from a wolf staring down its prey. Shoot, this was just awkward.
"Oh yes, about that coffee! I should go get it, right! Do you want any cream or sugar?" He aksed frantically, trying to change the subject and not make a fool out of himself.