Bfroger6

Dave's terminology: the girl - Levinia kid - Shou jerkface - Katsuo well-rounded distraction #1 aka church chick - Lilliana well-rounded distraction #2 - Alice Gonna be using these nicknames a lot, so you better get used to them, lol

Dave chuckled, but it wasn't a happy chuckle. It was more of the 'this kid is so gonna be a goddamn handful' kind of chuckle. "Alright." He simply said, turning away from the kid to throw the patty into the dumpster. "You know, I'm kind of a mess right now and I've ruined my uniform so I think I should go home for now to get set." He continued, putting his hands into his pockets. "I'll get a cab, you can do whatever you want." Dave added and flipped up a cellphone from his pocket. He was gonna call a cab and get home, leaving the kid, but if he wanted to come along in order to kill some time, he could always try and ask.

"Nah!" Frog shook his head and waved his hands with a playful grin at Sylva. "I'm not even sleepy anymore, you know, so there're no problems." He said, pushing himself up and stretching. This was really happening, wasn't it? It was still hard to concieve that he had created-or well, summoned this little kid. It was a really nice feeling, succeding at something super cool like this. Makes you feel like you're special... like you could rule the world, you know. Frog broke off from his thoughts with a smile and then looked down at Sylva. "Want me to make something for breakfast?"

Dave nearly tripped at the kid the way he just suddenly popped up infront of him. "Geez, watch where you're going, will ya please?" He told to kid in a clearly agitated voice. As much as he wasn't thinking about anything too important, the way his train of thought suddenly got interrupted by the kid, coupled with the leftover rage at the twins really put him on edge. He looked down at the kid and sighed. "You're not gonna ask me what happened?" He simply said, wincing and closing his eyes in a pained frown-the pain from his hand had only then started really getting to him.

W-what the actual hell!? They were gonna punish him some more? Like he already said, these kids were disturbed as f***! Still, the unrelenting, almost morbid curiosity to see what they had in store for him mixed with his rage made his force himself to run faster. However, as he burst through the door, stepping into something and looking what it was, his eyes widened. He had stepped onto a bitten patty of a burger, drenched in sauce and grease. Dave stopped immediately, sensing something break inside of him as he raised his foot, looking at the patty with eyes teared up from uncontained fury and grief, grief for the innocent burger that had to pay because of the two girls... Helpless, he crouched down beside the patty, picking it up with one hand as he raised his head and looked around-all over the ground, there were pieces of his meal, forming a trail which led away from the restaurant, and at its end, two girls were running off, giggling all the while as they drifted into the city crowd. Dave clenched the patty, standing up with genuine tears in his eyes, but a pissed off frown on his face. "You-you're gonna pay for this..." He grinded his teeth. "You're gonna pay, goddamn you!!!" He started running after them, following the trail of food and pushing anyone who found themselves in his way. He followed the trail further away and into a corner. Now he had them! He thought to himself as he took the sharp turn, much to his knee's dismay, and rounded into the alley, only to be enveloped in a bright flash--- Dave held his arms up in front of his face instinctively, but the flashes dissipated as soon as they appeared and he could look down the street... only to see the two girl gone, and on the ground, a pile-a pile of his food, on the ground, along with a note. First thing which rushed through Dave's mind was not that the girls must've been mages, nono, the first thought that rushed through his mind was a picture of his smashing the two girls' heads into one another, laughing all the while as the made them suffer for what they did. And so, he made his way to the pile and the note, but as soon as he held it up, he frowned, tore it and threw it to the side... He stayed by the pile of food for a short while longer, unable to find the strenght to push himself forward, not after this stressful run, instead smashing his fist several times into the concrete in front of himself until it started to bleed. "Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!!" --------------------------- Several minutes later, Dave stood up. His right fist was bruised and bloddied while his shirt was drenched in his sweat. He was breathing heavily, but he seemed to have regained his composure. He even managed to figure out that the girls must've been mages and he sort of wrote it down in the back of his head. They might've been dangerous, for all he knew, as they were clearly not quite normal, from how they behaved-like two parts of a whole, answering in succession. Now that he reminisced on it, it was creepy the way they did it. Well, whatever, hopefully he was never gonna see them again and if he did... Oh boy, he was gonna end them. He thought to himself as he walked back to the restaurantto meet up with the kid, holding his beat up right fist in his left. He wasn't even hungry anymore, thanks to the girls. Even so, he was still holding onto the first patty they dropped-it sat quietly, greasing up his right pocket...

What was with all the kids these days? Really, everybody new he got to meet was a kid and all of them, save for 'well-rounded distraction #2', were getting on his nerves. Furthermore these twins were the pinnacle of it all! Who said they could take his food!? Even if they were beggars, he still wouldn't have given them any of his food! So yes, Dave got his hopes up when the girls jumped up and darted off, he even grinned a little in satisfaction. However, when he saw them peeking at him from behind the table... Not only that, but they were talking again in their cutesy tootesy little goddamns voices again. "The two of you, get the hell away from here! Where are you parents, eh!?" Dave stared at them in rage as he spoke, not really paying attention to what they were saying. His brain clicked into place when he actually registered part of their conversation. Punishment? They were gonna punish him?! By taking what he loved? These kids were effed up, seriously! What was wrong with them? They were planning on punishing him the same way someone, presumably their parents, punished them-by taking what they loved. But really, he had nothing to worry about, they all just met, there was no way for them to know which cords to strike to make him hurt, right? And then it all fell in place and Dave's beating heart froze. Quickly and instantaneously, Dave reached out with his fist to smash at the plate in ordr to pin it down to the table, not caring which meal he'd crush that way (food was tasty in whichever form it came), but the twins were faster than him. His fist painfully stroke the table again and Dave winced, but not for long enough to lose track of them. "Hey you two, stop! What the hell!!?" He howled at them, getting up from the table in utter rage and panic (over losing the food). He looked at their direction. They were giggling and running with his food towards the exit!!! "Stop, you little bitches! Ow! Da hell!?" Dave fell over the chair, hitting his knee. "Oh, you're so gonna pay for this... Get back here!" Getting up, he started running towards them at an unexpectedly fast pace for such a big guy.

Between dream and reality, Frog found himself stuck with this girl, whoever she was; he really still couldn't think about anything thoroughly... It only slowly began dawning on him, all the events of that night and the young girl-his Servant, when she called to him: 'Mister Frog'. The realization shook him from his sleepiness better and stronger than any of her tugs have, and he sat onto the bed, looking directly at the girl with suddenly brisk and gleaming eyes. "Y-you?" He said in disbelief, still embracing the blanket, though he was suddenly fully alert. Y-yeah, that was right, Sylva was real! And he made her, right!? To win some sort of a holy thing or whatever. It really was all real. All these thoughts raced through his mind, clouding his perception of reality for a moment, until he opened his mouth into a huge smile. "Sylva!!" He said, looking at her with a stupidly happy expression on his face. "S-sorry I forgot all about it! And by all, I really mean all..." He scratched his head before continuing. "Oh, but I was just slepy after tonight. What matters is that you're here and I'm here, right?"

"Eeeh..?" Frog muttered, lazily raising his head to look in the diretion the voice was coming from. A figure stood there, a silhuette in front of the curtained window. "W-who are you... What're you... I mean... L-let me sleep..." He somehow managed to form a sentence in-between yawning fits. In a sleepy daze, he didn't have the will to try and figure out who it was, so he just grabbed a lumpof the blanket and hugged it, digging his face into it as he contorted into a fetal position. "It's.... too early... for anything..."

Dave enjoyed it all, every little bite, every time he felt his throat getting grazed by the fat from the meat... There was something in consuming food you knew was bad for you, something irresistibly tangible, some sensation... Because you know that you shouldn't do it, but it tastes so good that you just don't care. Such were the thoughts which raced through Dave's mind as he ate his sandwich, his late, uhm... after-lunch? Or was eating this much his definition of an afternoon snack? Well anyhow, there was nothing, absolutely nothing that would be able to distract him from finishing this fabulous meal! Not even if a meteor fell would Dave care enough to notice, not even if the world went to shi- Dave's left ear suddenly twitched, like someone whispered something inelligible into it. No, that wasn't it... W-was someone talking to him? He raised his head, still munching on his bite, and locked eyes with a small girl. At first, overwhelmed by the girl's sudden appearance and her possible motives in conversing with him, along with the returning murmur of the busy restaurant, Dave had no idea what to think of it all, so he just stared at the girl in what could be described as an expression of utter disbelief. It wasn't until yet another voice came to his ear, this time his right ear, that he got a better grip on reality, his infatuation with the meal getting washed away like sand on the beach. He turned to his other side. A girl identical to the first one (just in a different outfit) stood at the other side of the table, holding in her hand... A couple of his fries!? W-what was she thinking! He wanted to shout at the girls to go away, but his mouth was still full of the sandwich and furthermore, words just wouldn't come to him. Like his bran was using its full capacity only to attempt to explain everything so it was unable to form cohesive sentences, much less speak the words. And so he could only watch the two girls, his eyes darting left and right from one to the other as they discussed whether taking his food would be ethically and morally correct. And all the while, his head was slowly starting to seethe. Da hell were they doing!? In a moment of sentient struggle for control over his body, Dave somehow managed to gulp down his food and slam his fist against the table, effectively shaking it (as much as he could since it was nailed to the floor) and hopefully scaring the two girls away. His half-eaten sandwich nearly fell off as the table shook. "Hey, hey!!! What do you think you're doing!?"

No! Bad creepy twins! Baaaaaad! D:< Now buy me more french fries, or I'll defend until my mighty barriers kill you!

They're eating my food!!! It IS evil, after all!!! D:<

The boy said nothing more and so Dave shut his mouth as well. As minutes and minutes passed on and they walked in silence, Dave found himself starting to get annoyed at the lack of stimuli. Still, no way in hell was he gonna start a new discussion with this kid right now, not after what had happened, so he just continued following him, trying to entertain himself by looking around and enjoying the view whenever a decently looking girl passed them by. Soon, he found himself at his destination. The kid walked off, pointing him towards the restaurant, and Dave thanked him briefly before turning his full attention to the main event. He was already goddamn hungry enough at that point, so he rushed to the restaurant, wiping off the saliva from his mouth with his sleeve before bashing the door open. Aaah, the scent of deep fried junk food immediately filled his nostrils as he entered and the heavy atmosphere of a buzzing restaurant filled with people made him feel at home. Finally, he was somewhere where familiar where he could feel comfortable... Dave made his way through the rush and into the queue for the cash register. "Yo." He greeted the lady at the counter, his eyes brimming with glee as he peeked over her shoulder at the kitchen. When she asked him what he was gonna order, he turned his attention to her again. "Righ. I'll take this," He pointed at a menu option on the screen above. "Yes, the big one, yep. And then I'll have whatever is your special offer right now, along with an one extra big french fries and another coke." He paused for a moment to think of something. "Oh right, add one of those tortillas in there too. It's for here, yes." He thanked the cashier as she gave him his order politely and gave the money, making his way to one of the free tables. He took up a whole table for himself, of course, and looked at his feast. "Finally!" He said, rubbing his palms before practically tearing the package of the first sandwich open, grabbing him and taking a gluttonous bite out of it. Mmmm, the simphony on his tongue... this was heaven for Dave, the one true enjoyment he found in life: food.

Oh gosh, rusty is prodding me to do something. That can only mean evil >3>

The kid's words apparently stroke a cord in Dave, as his mood immediately dropped and he fell dead silent for a while, staring at the kid with a slowly-forming frown on his face. The kid suddenly grew some balls, trying to ask him about his past out of the blue, and all that while they were still complete strangers (Dave didn't even remember the kid's name). Yeah, Dave saw through that statement the kid made and realized the question hidden in it. And he was immediately sick of it. I mean, wouldn't you also be sick of the topic if you were forced each and every day for sixteen years of your life to listen to the same lousy speech about how your condition's making you worthless and how you're a disgrace to your family, all being told by your very own father?! So yeah, gg kid, you did it again. Dave grunted something inelligible several times beneath his breath. "It is." Was all he answered to the kid, and in such a tone that would make him realize what kind of a mistake he'd done and close the topic at least for now, if not for good.

Dave was almost surprised when the kid made eye contact with him all of a sudden. Was it to acknowledge his apology or maybe a sort of apology of his own, Dave wasn't sure, but he grinned and clapped his hands nonetheless, satisfied with the conclusion. "Oh, so you strategically abandonded the vehicle." He said in a mocking, but innocent enough tone. He wasn't trying to provoke the kid, just cracking a joke. "Alright then, since you've invited me, we could go to your place, though I'm also stuck in this goddamn uniform." He tugged at the sleeve of the white shirt he wore-the part of the uniform he actually still fit into, along with the brown pants. "I left the coat at home. Ha, can you believe it! I actually couldn't fit into the stupid thing!" Dave continued laughing for a few moments before he ran his hand through his hair and calmed down. He turned over to the kid. "You know what would really make me feel good right now, though? You live around here, right, so you know the place. So tell me, is there any place around here where we could go grab something to eat? I'm starving after all the crap I've been through today and besides, you owe me one for dragging me out of the car, y'know." Dave paused for a minute, watching the kid. "Well then?"

"Heh, so you have a tendency to piss people off." Dave snickered at the young boy, looking down at him with his green eyes. Honestly was feeling relieved that the kid had calmed down, even if just a bit, and listening to the kid talk slowly made Dave's frustration fade to the back of his mind. He was still gonna have the kid make it up to him for dragging him out of the car, though, but not now. "And yeah, speaking of that, you did piss me off, and yeah, I might have overreacted, and I'm sorry for that, 'kay?" Dave raised his chin and crossed his arms, expecting some confirmation of the apology. "Just don't do crazy shit like this ever again, alright? We're both now stuck without a car to drive us home, geez."

"Geez kid, just stop for a moment and let me speak." Dave ran out of the car and was now heading in the kid's direction. Looking around, he realized this was nowhere near where he lived. But geez, he could already just picture the car pulling off without them soon enough... "Aaah, to hell with it all!" He shouted and kept on going. "Look at what we've done now, damn. They're gonna leave without us!" He said to the kid, approaching him. He wasn't running anymore, but he was still moving at a pace quicker than walking. He was panting silently and shallowly. The closer he got, the better he could see the kid's terrified face. What the heck, the kid's face looked like he was ready to take a big ass dump right there and now, in the middle of a street. Jesus, was this because of him? What was wrong with this kid?! Dave stopped a meter away from the kid after seeing his expression and placed his hand on his foreahead, rubbing his pupils. "Seriously?" He said, his tone giving away that he was once again annoyed, just that this time, he was actually trying to surpress it, or so it seemed. He sighed. "Look, I have no idea what you're thinking about right now, but I'm not gonna hurt you or anything. If this is because of what happened earlier, I'll apologize, alright? It was my fault for snapping at you two. So like, please, for the love of god, don't friggin' run away unless you wanna be stopped by force, 'kay. I'm not really fond of rubnning, as you can see, heh." He smiled sheepishly and smacked his stomach with his hand sending a shockwave across it, making it wiggle. It was a really lame attempt at an joke, but Dave was still hoping it would at least ease the kid a little. "I'm just here to talk, aight?"

I am well aware of that, Rusty. And f-yeah, possible events! Whoop whoop!

I'm not rushing, I'm going after the kid so I can apologize (I expect to have some interaction with Shou now that I'm following him) Besides, if it's IC, it's IC, you can't go against IC when roleplaying

"Huuuuuh!?" Dave stared bewilderded at the boy as he got the car to pull over. It wasn't that he wasn't angry at the kid, even though he apologized, but maybe, maybe he was feeling a little bit guilty about him leaving. And not to mention the girl next to him waving her hands at them to stop. Geez. He turned to the jerkface. "You say I'm immature, but I'll show you!" He said as he got up from his seat and ran out the vehicle and after the short kid. "H-hey, wait the hell up, kid!"

Nyaaaah >w< I won't, I'll just shield myself... You all are gonna be flying around without me anyways... *pout* And why would I worry? This is why we roleplay, there are no right or wrong actions, it just matters that we're having fun and enjoying ourselves, and that's exactly how I'm feeling right now ^^

Yes, I'm glad we've established that ~ They'll be sorry when I end up accidentally not shielding the two of them in battle >>