[Still staring. 'A couple more inches and face paint.' The strange man's accent was like a Union native rather than his usual, but...]
...Gene?
[Fruit-seller was quicker. He ran up to Gene as if wanting to hug him. "Duuuude! Gene? Gene Simmons? Don't remember m'real name but I know I love you, man." The young man mimicked bass guitar picking while wildly sticking out his tongue, probably too close for Gene's comfort.]
[Quicklog]
...Gene?
[Fruit-seller was quicker. He ran up to Gene as if wanting to hug him. "Duuuude! Gene? Gene Simmons? Don't remember m'real name but I know I love you, man." The young man mimicked bass guitar picking while wildly sticking out his tongue, probably too close for Gene's comfort.]