He had crazy eyes and horned hair. It wasn’t really horned hair, but it was hair that separated, parted, and seemingly gelled down into a strange combination of a face frame that tried to do a swoosh. The look in his eyes was that feeling of constant fear of needing to pee and not knowing where the restrooms were or anyone to ask. He was off putting to say the least. His business partner looked more like his adult supervisor – an older, fuddy-duddy man playing dress up in a suit and tie in a strange attempt to exceed professionalism against the horn-haired child in dark jeans and a dark blue, plaid button up shirt.
