"Woooooww!!"
Flavius turned around to see Dylan STARING at him, his chubby face alight with admiration and worship!
Flavrius spun around, his cloak flapping behind him.
"Oh, you like that, huh Porkchop?" said Flavius, striding towards him, flicking his golden hair and making it shimmer in the light.
"Uh-huh!" said Dylan, nodding his head eagerly.
"Heh. Yeah I betcha did...see a freakin' MASTER at work, boy..."
Dylan nodded even more! He couldn't believe that Flavius was getting closer and closer, talking to HIM!
"You want somethin' from me, don'tcha?" said Flavius.
"Uh...w-well..um...is it that obvious...?" said Dylan, blushing like MAD.
"Uh, yeah, it is", said Flavius, and laughed.
"I uh...yeah I...I guess it is..." said Dylan, sheepishly. "Could I get your photo? And an autograph??"
"Sure, bruh! Hold on..."
Flavius pulled Dylan's smartphone out of his pocket and tapped it. He held it out in front of them.
"How do I look? Gorgeous...OK...smile!..."
The camera clicked and Flavius handed it back.
"There you go, buddy!"
As they talked, the police were all around them, taking statements and snapping photographs.
"A'ight folks! Y'all can come back in now!" said the captain, "We done cordoned off the front of the buildin', butch'all can use the side entrances!"
"Thank God for that!" said Billy Landler, hobbling back in from a side room where everybody had rushed to hide. "I was...Goddamn it!" he said, when he saw the destruction around them, "What happened here!?"
"I dealt with it", said Flavius, turning around, "Billy, this here's Dylan, he's a huge fan of your stuff, and I told him you'd sign his comics for him an' whatever".
"Huh? Oh yeah sure!" said the young man, shuffling over to his table, straightening up the cardboard cutout of his comic character, "Siddown buddy, and we'll get it done..."