Rand's facial muscles twitched when he heard the word, his lips quivered slightly, but he finally found himself completely unsure how to answer Munster's question.
The elevator door reached the bottom floor, and the door opened. Rand pushed Munster around two corridors, and finally came to a corner that could be said to be secluded. They only needed to turn another corner and walk for a while, and they could leave this room for people through the emergency exit. Choking hospital.
However, Rand unknowingly slowed down his pace.
"Who told you this?"
he asks.
"A TV? Oh, no, someone still sees you?"
The tentacles above Munster's head twitched slightly, and its red eyes accelerated the nictitating membrane's flash of eyeballs out of Rand's sight.
In a mood it couldn't understand, it didn't want Rand to know that it was the words someone looked at and said in front of it.
The little girl's unabashed disgust and fear made Munster vaguely aware of something he hadn't thought of before—the humans were afraid of it.
Before that it skimmed through a park in the shadow of the trees, where there were also humans with their ugly four-legged pals... some barking lower creatures. However, whether adults or children, they have shown an unparalleled love for those creatures.
It turned out that it was the real "dog".
Humans are very gentle with "dogs", they hugged with "dogs", kissed their wet noses, chased on the grass, rolled together...
Munster has never been treated like this.
Oh sure, Rand was always the best, and he was gentle, but he had never played with Munster like this.
Munster felt a little envious of the group of fluffy animals, but after his eyes touched the fluffy and soft fur, he was still full of confidence in himself, after all, those too weak "dogs" can't do anything about it. Protect Rand like it does.
They are also far less beautiful than it is.
…
"'Ugly' is a bad... word?"
Munster turned his head in confusion. It looked at Rand and repeated his question. Although it didn't feel it, Rand noticed a slight unease that permeated it.
"Uh, yes, that's not a very good word."
Rand couldn't help coming to Munster, and he crouched down so that he could talk to Munster face to face.
"The word means... ugly..."
"ugly?"
Munster's red eyes shimmered in the shadow of the hat, and it looked horrified.
It used to learn the word on TV, but, ugly
It obviously has bright scales, many forks of its tentacles, and its secretion ability is even stronger...
Munster's tail flaps involuntarily under the blanket, representing some kind of agitation.
"That person... that girl... she said I was... ugly... mean... ugly?"
It looked carefully at Rand, and could see that it was very eager for Rand to answer in the negative.
Rand blinked, feeling very embarrassed.
But in the end he nodded to Munster.
"Yes, you can say the same."
Munster's body stiffened for a moment, and for a moment Rand even thought it was about to cry, but it turned out that it was just an illusion.
Munster just seemed a little downcast...or a little bit more than that.
The scales on its body seemed to be covered with gray fog at that moment, and became dim.
"Sorry, Munster, but it's not your fault..."
Rand felt a hint of regret, he said quickly.
"Some people may think that those who have smooth skin, beautiful eyes, a good figure, etc. are beautiful, and those that do not meet their aesthetics are ugly. But this is not right, there are always various kinds of things in this world. Creatures, these creatures also have their own different physiological characteristics, it is very stupid to judge beauty and ugliness according to the definition of human beings..."
Rand tried desperately to explain, but after a series of words he only saw Munster's face, which was a little hollow from the severe blow.
"Yes, but... I'm... ugly... right?"
It grabbed Rand's sleeve and said hoarsely.
"You just don't quite fit the human definition of aesthetics..."
Rand's words came to an abrupt end on his lips, as four sparkles of water appeared on Munster's face.
"Oh, don't do that," he groaned softly, then took a deep sigh, leaning over and hugging Munster, his wet, scaly face against him The side of the neck, "You're very distinctive to me, really, you're very..." Rand frowned, trying to find the words.
"Smart, yes, smart."
Yes, that's it, Munster may indeed have an appearance too ugly for a human, but at least it's smart.
Sometimes, even a little too smart...
"Rand also thinks I'm not good-looking... right?"
Munster was acutely aware of the reluctance in Rand's words.
Its color was now a bleak off-white, something Rand had never seen on it before.
Even its tail, which was always a little restless, seemed to be dehydrated at this moment, and slumped softly on the pedals of the wheelchair.
Obviously, Rand has a serious problem with Munster's aesthetics, and he has no idea how to fix it now.
For Munster, who was completely depressed, Rand subtly felt that indescribable anxiety.
He shouldn't have hit Munster like that, the world needs white lies sometimes.
Rand seemed to hear a voice in his heart speaking to him.
However, in the end, he didn't use words to cheer Munster up. In the end, the only thing he could do was to push the little monster in the wheelchair, which was motionless and limp like a dried squid, towards the exit.
The outside world is a little too stressful for both Munster and Rand.
Maybe back in that tiny apartment, he'd be better at reassuring Munster, Rand thought.
The wheels of the wheelchair rustled softly on the floor, and Lander and Munster were just down the hallway to the exit.
But at this moment, a sturdy arm stretched out suddenly and grabbed heavily on the handle of the wheelchair.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing—"
"damn you-"
Rand was almost jumped up by the sudden figure, and he couldn't even help uttering foul language.
But when he raised his head, he froze in place unexpectedly.
"Rogers?"
He was shocked.
Rogers was wearing a pink leopard-print T-shirt and zebra-print leggings, with a large neon green plastic bag slung over his shoulder.
He's only fit for an all-night admissions bar, not a secluded hospital emergency exit, as he is now, panting in one's wheelchair.
"Why are you here?"
Rand asked, staring at the redness on Rogers' face and the beads of sweat on his forehead.
"God, Rand Sivers, you're still asking what I'm doing here? I've been around the hospital three times just to find you!"
"Find me?"
"Yes, I'm looking for you, the only survivor of the "American Express" bombing, the younger brother of the head of Deep White Technology, the former protagonist of the kidnapping case... There is news about you everywhere on TV and the Internet, I When I saw it, my hair almost stood up, it was a nightmare, I was worried to death... You are not injured, are you?"
Rogers touched Rand up and down, and this behavior finally brought Munster, who was almost out of his body, back to his senses. The latter made a sharp hissing sound from under the brim of his hat.
It more or less retaliates for Rogers' frightening of Rand, because Rogers was also taken aback by the sound.
He stared at the wheelchair in Rand's hands, the folds between his brows squeezed enough to fit a postcard in.
"My God, what the hell is this."
He stepped back and asked.
Rand looked to the left and right of the corridor, then quickly picked up Munster's hat.
…
"Well, I think Munster should learn to keep his head down forever... No, wait a minute, why does this kind of shit show up here?!"
Rogers grabbed his pink wig, and even forgot to maintain that deliberate girlish tone when he spoke.
Rand gave him a weak, wry smile.
"That's what I want to know too... But the priority now is to get me and him back."
"Going from the emergency exit?" Rogers' strength in the wheelchair increased. "No no no, Rand, are you crazy? You must not go from there. I can assure you that there must be someone outside now. There's a lot of paparazzi waiting for you while you're pushing your little monster..."
"Waiting for my paparazzi? What does that mean?"
After hearing the "paparazzi", Rand's bloodless face seemed to become even paler than before, and he looked at Rogers in disbelief.
"There must be something wrong here, why the paparazzi..."
Rand has not been harassed by similar media for a long time, even though his return to Sivers attracted almost everyone's attention, but in the end, this matter was reported by the media carefully selected by Vincent.
The always-nervous older brother had given Rand a PR team to deal with the media, so Rand barely understood why he was in the spotlight after a bombing...
"Oh, Vincent..."
Rand murmured the name.
Vincent is now seriously ill, and Caroline obviously has no intention of calling the Rand Group.
A strong sense of suffocation and chest pain attacked Rand almost at the same time.