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Being commended by the man felt good, although Reyes didn't fully trust the words. He heard the man say goufa and his head tilted slightly, but then - when he dipped in to a play bow which did not need to be translated - he abandoned the weird wing thing and skittered closer. He didn't get too close because mom was always telling him to be careful of strangers; this guy was a stranger, sort of, mostly, even though the beach had begun to smell a lot more like him lately.

C'mon, take me down, dude. The man said with a flash of his teeth; but whatever enthusiasm Reyes had for fighting the bright orange alien thing stuck in the sand, he seemed to lose it when he saw those teeth. The boy stepped back and averted his eyes, looking at his little feet, the drag marks of wet sand from where he had been toiling against the umbrella —

He remembered the big man, the swarthy mean one who had picked on him, and shyly, nervously, shook his little head - n-no, he huffed, I be good... N-no play.