It's a big, tough guy lizard, complete with a big, tough guy outfit. The red-scaled reptile is decked out in a tank-top and denim shorts. Again, stereotypical tough guy outfit. The outfit shows off MAXIMUM MUSCLE™, which there is quite a lot of on this particular dude. Its big, weird lizard paws probably couldn't find any shoes to fit into, so instead they're wrapped up in what you think to be synthetic cloth and oh dear god he's looking at you.
"Heya, cutie." I think I might hate this guy.
Despite my inhuman rage at the stereotypicalness of this buff reptile, you walk up, introduce yourself, and extend your hand. He takes it almost eagerly, placing another hand on top as he shakes it. "Diames." He flashes you a toothy grin; he's got a golden tooth, right about where a molar would be for a human. I'm metaphysically held back from destroying him where he stands.
"Glad you came along... the rest of the candidates here are nowhere as capable as you.." he smirks.
"Capable?" You raise an eyebrow.
"Well, if you don't mind me saying, you look like you're both willing and able to take one up the 'tush." I mind, but it's not my decision. Wah.
Your other eyebrow goes up.
"Now, all the other passengers are either snoozin' or look shy enough as to not make a fuss. I'm starting to get real pent up, cutie, so it's either this or I have to go in the corner, and that don't sell as well as me doin' it with another poor, pent up cutie..." It's only been, what, six hours. Can this dude really not hold it that long?
