𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀* the 𝘴𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯 ⠀⠀detailed. experienced. / au portrayal of ⠀⠀𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙀𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙡. mature content 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵.

Flies through the roof.

Sneezes himself into an early grave.

Who does he have to 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑶𝒀?

||: I'ma be on my Eggsy @.galahadism

This specific Chipotle knew Ikaris from TV as well as the fact he was always in here — having memorized his order from the start. They were the ones who taught him about all this earthling food. “And that. . . Sour lactose product. The — sour cream! That's what it is.”

“Well, I ate anything native to my home. But since I've been here, from what I understand, your species likes plastic and chemicals? To each their own,” It was far from understanding so Ikaris went with a local favorite — Chipotle. It tastes less processed to him.

Ikaris wasn't used to a metropolis like New York City — Olympia was obviously different in terms of culture and what's acceptable but everything was just so. . . Different. “Quite the mouthful. I do not envy you,” Shazam was better alone.

“. . . Is that your superpower? Saying Shazam?” Not that he understood, but Ikaris has heard weirder. The humanoid started walking and doing things uncharacteristic of a mortal — like touching everything and even going on to stare openly at strangers.

“I am not dealing with you. I'm socializing.” The alien was trying his best to make friends, now currently adjusting the mortal clothes he wore. “Is this what humans wear? Casually? Feels like I'm wearing nothing. . .”

He's flying around.

“It is fine, my friend. Shall we get nourishment?” Ikaris needed food after the day he's had, blasting about galaxies in search of things to do — hence why he landed back on Earth. Seemed like they needed more help.

||: why is it when i do gif starters, only like one third of the people will actually reply??

Ah. . . Point taken.

FYI, he's an asshole.

Why not leave him there?