"And there he goes again, they just love to replay that segment of him flying," Antonio Lopez grumbled, one hand waving the mug at the television mounted on the wall over at the corner.
Kotetsu T. Kaburagi, his drinking partner of a glass of soda, only smirked back in return, more at Antonio's behaviour than the flying Next hero.
"You're just jealous at the newcomer, come on, we are the senior here, we have to act like one. Besides, how many times do you get to see a hero who can fly?"
"I'm not jealous. Who needs to fly? We are born with two legs, we are meant to- no, built to run! No! I'm fine with him flying, yes, I am. It's his look and name. 'Sky High'? What kind of a name is that? And why is he wearing a tin bucket over his head, how does he sees? And purple? Real men wear green! And blue. Purple are for girls! And I bet his costume is silk, girly silk!" Antonio slammed down the mug. "Another one!"
"He's okay, he's drunk already," Kotetsu politely refused the bartender.
"No," Antonio said, this time shaking his head. "To think they surprised us with a new hero without even giving us a warning."
"Don't worry on that, aren't we going to have a formal meeting tomorrow morning? I bet, he's a nice fellow."
"Unlikely," Antonio ranted. "Tomorrow, I'll tell him how true heroes work. Heroes wear tights! Spandex! That's what the heroes wear for decades, not silk for armour, or tin can for helmet."
"Aren't you getting a new costume?" Kotetsu asked suddenly.
"What's that? Don't be silly."
"That's what my manager said, he heard it from yours, or someone, that you're getting a new image, some sort of a marketing stunt with a new armour."
"Armour? Blah, you won't catch me in those. No, you won't. They would sooner make a cow fly than putting me in a tin can armour!"