Post by Orca on Nov 7, 2010 23:50:21 GMT -5
Things were going pretty good, he had to admit. Sure, he might've totaled like half the Tunnel, and sure he might've kinda almost killed Romulus, and sure he might've ruined all chances at real friendship with his dear Sparklebutt, but hey, he'd kinda fixed things, right? Not the Tunnel, and well, not really Romulus, either, but vampires healed themselves, didn't they? Things with Sparky, while not Awesome, were at least on their way to being there (he hoped). On the bright side, now he didn't have to lie to Sparky about where Teagan II had vanished to this time, anymore.
So maybe what he should be saying is that things were looking up. Maybe not good, not exactly, but better. Yeah. Something like that.
The lycan hummed cheerfully to himself as he padded down the street, just your average kid out late, hanging out, nothing suspicious here folks, move it along. His shirt, a white tee with a big yellow smiley face on the front, was clean and only somewhat wrinkled, and his jeans, although ripped at the knees, were something you'd see on any teenager who was at least a little active outdoors, slightly dusty and frayed at the hems. Tan and teal-eyed, he moved among the sparse groups of people like he belonged, his shaggy brown hair ruffling in the breeze.
It was a nice night out, and people were being friendly, so instead of retiring to the forest when he started to get bored, he found the nice coffee place he and Sparky had gone to the other day (week? his sense of time was all fucked up). Laura Tits was there again, and it was obvious she recognized him by the way her cheeks went pink and her face spread into an extra busty smile. She asked him where his friend was, obviously referring to Sparky, and Orca just grinned at her.
"Not here today. He's busy."
He had no idea what Sparky was up to, actually, but he hadn't wanted to pressure the poor kid into hanging out with him, not so soon after, you know, everything. Tits scampered off to make him his delicious chocolate shake (that he probably wasn't supposed to eat) and he sat at a stool (BARSTOOL <3) to wait. It was one of those awesome spinny ones, and he amused himself for a short while spinning himself into nauseating dizziness. God he loved barstools. They were just so simplistic, yet so useful. One of God's gifts to man (and lycan!) to be sure.
He tapped his hands on the counter to some random beat, a vaguely cheerful grin on his face. What a nice day to be alive.
[ooc: first post to gabby <3]
So maybe what he should be saying is that things were looking up. Maybe not good, not exactly, but better. Yeah. Something like that.
The lycan hummed cheerfully to himself as he padded down the street, just your average kid out late, hanging out, nothing suspicious here folks, move it along. His shirt, a white tee with a big yellow smiley face on the front, was clean and only somewhat wrinkled, and his jeans, although ripped at the knees, were something you'd see on any teenager who was at least a little active outdoors, slightly dusty and frayed at the hems. Tan and teal-eyed, he moved among the sparse groups of people like he belonged, his shaggy brown hair ruffling in the breeze.
It was a nice night out, and people were being friendly, so instead of retiring to the forest when he started to get bored, he found the nice coffee place he and Sparky had gone to the other day (week? his sense of time was all fucked up). Laura Tits was there again, and it was obvious she recognized him by the way her cheeks went pink and her face spread into an extra busty smile. She asked him where his friend was, obviously referring to Sparky, and Orca just grinned at her.
"Not here today. He's busy."
He had no idea what Sparky was up to, actually, but he hadn't wanted to pressure the poor kid into hanging out with him, not so soon after, you know, everything. Tits scampered off to make him his delicious chocolate shake (that he probably wasn't supposed to eat) and he sat at a stool (BARSTOOL <3) to wait. It was one of those awesome spinny ones, and he amused himself for a short while spinning himself into nauseating dizziness. God he loved barstools. They were just so simplistic, yet so useful. One of God's gifts to man (and lycan!) to be sure.
He tapped his hands on the counter to some random beat, a vaguely cheerful grin on his face. What a nice day to be alive.
[ooc: first post to gabby <3]