Wyatt and I had decided to go out to see a movie to pass the time. Neither of us really knew what we were going to see, but that didn't really matter to us. I parked us next to a handicapped spot and began calmly fixing my hair. He, however, was freaking out.
"I should've disguised myself! What was I thinking? I could've put on anything but instead I'm just putting myself on display!"
"Please calm down. Just be yourself and answer questions without killing anyone."
"You know very well how hard that is!"
I sighed, "I'm just worried what NATA would do if you couldn't handle publicity. Consider this a practice run for your big reveal."
"I'll try. I just hope everyone treats me as an equal."
As we walked to the ticket booth, Wyatt was preparing himself for human interaction (which included self-slapping and repeating 'I can do this'). As we did so, we got plenty of stares, but he was doing his best to ignore them.
"Welcome to-" The ticket girl stopped, stared, and paled as