Why not leave him there?

FYI, he's an asshole.

Ah. . . Point taken.

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

“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.

He's flying around.

“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. . .”

“. . . 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.

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.

“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.

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.”

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

Who does he have to 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑶𝒀?

Sneezes himself into an early grave.

Flies through the roof.