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Post by not u on Apr 18, 2016 4:19:02 GMT -6
Drei nodded and turned towards the kiosk, now seeing that the whole group had converged upon the stand like a pack of sharks. After being so focused on getting here and meeting with the others, it was only now that he realized just how long it had been since he'd last remembered to eat, his stomach letting a sharp growl rip as if to chastise him for neglecting it. Before he could follow Jason over, something caught his eye from underneath the bench. Did someone forget something? Bending down, his gut uttering another obnoxious noise now that he'd bothered to remember its existence, he leaned in to get a better look at the object, raising an eyebrow as he noticed a wallet left behind by its owner. Who's the idiot that forgot this?
"I LOST MY WALLET!" Gil blurted while gripping at his head, "I'm so stupid I could die!" Drei paused as he heard an outburst from just a short distance away, the shouting belonging to Gil. ...Guess that answers that question. Swiping it up, he tapped it with his fingers a couple of times before using the bench to hoist himself back up to his feet. He seemed to have arrived last, half of the others already wandering off towards the tables. Taking a good look at the 'King Dog' menu, he stepped up to order, the vendor looking overwhelmed by the sudden volume of orders. One thing was for sure, the blonde was hungry and he wasn't about to give the flustered vendor any sort of reprieve. "Two hotdogs. One with ketchup only, one with mustard, pickles, and onions. One medium order of chili fries, extra chili." Rumble. "...Make that large. And don't skimp on the onions or cheese," he listed off rapidfire, flipping open his wallet and handing the vendor $15 before he could finish reading off the total. Casanova suggested they all eat together at the nearby picnic table and chat. Not a bad idea, so Drei carefully balanced his 3 separate cartons of food and the foreign wallet as he went to join them. Lining up the two hotdogs and the side of fries in a neat row, he held up the unfamiliar wallet and looked across the table at Gil. "I don't know if you're so stupid that you should die per se, but you are at the very least painfully careless," he snickered, holding out the wallet and tilting his head. "I'm guessing this is yours?"
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Post by zenguardian on Apr 18, 2016 10:09:49 GMT -6
She was about to turn around and drag Gil with her to the rest of the crew until she caught a glimpse of his puppy eyes. She cocked her head to the side to understand the situation better, to at least some avail. Even in her lack of the most basic understanding of human emotion, she could tell that he was sad. Immediately after this realization, took the older man's hand in her oversize sleeve and led him to the picnic table with everyone else, using her spare hand to gulf down her hot dog. "W-We'll find it!" She reassured, with bits of chili and onion on her face that she forgot to wipe off. Heck, she didn't even bother to get napkins outside of what the vendor wrapped her meal in. "Thanks, Major. I owe you big time. Guess I can start by wiping off your face. You're a mess!" Gil responding, cheering up. He wiped off Charlie's face with a napkin, though he wasn't one to talk about appearances - he'd gotten chili and onion on his face as well. "All better! Wonder when the others are going to get here..." Drei carefully balanced his 3 separate cartons of food and the foreign wallet as he went to join them. Lining up the two hotdogs and the side of fries in a neat row, he held up the unfamiliar wallet and looked across the table at Gil. "I don't know if you're so stupid that you should die per se, but you are at the very least painfully careless," he snickered, holding out the wallet and tilting his head. "I'm guessing this is yours?" " OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Gil exclaimed, rising from his seat, eyes glistening in the sunlight. "YOU FOUND IT!" He then reached across the table, pulling Drei into an embrace and thanking him profusely. Then holding him arm's length away, said "I don't care about the actual wallet, but I have something very important in here that I can't do without. You said that you didn't know if I should die over something like this, but you're wrong." Gil returned to his seat, though never breaking eye contact with the other blonde. "If I really had lost it, I'd be a dead man anyway..." Gil checked the wallet, making sure his possession was still there. Good. "But anyway! Yeah, thanks. You're a hero. And it looks like you won't be the only one I owe, Major." Seemed like Gil was back to being chipper and was now waiting for the others to get there. |
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Post by norimo on Apr 18, 2016 12:47:32 GMT -6
A shrill shriek had caught Kaine off guard as he slightly jumped in his skin in a fluster. Apparently Gil also had to announce the loss of his wallet much to his dismay being that he was just standing next to the guy before he walked off. Right next to my ear, sheesh.
The vendor had finished his order shortly after, and he sauntered off to join the rest of them after grabbing a handful of napkins. Looks like the blondie recovered the item without much strain and was swept into an awfully-friendly embrace. When it came to forwardness; Gil certainly wasn't lacking being that he even dragged Jason into a huddle. To be truthful, it wasn't a terrible trait being that many of the other members appeared awkward right off the bat. If anything, it provided some balance among them. After Gil had finished his shower of gratitude, Kaine interjected at their side, "You two seem rather friendly, are you sure you haven't met before?" he teased, cracking a grin as he did so. His smirk was quickly replaced with a cocked brow, squinting at Gil's face slightly upon realizing at closer inspection that bits of chili and onion were smeared. "Uh, Gil?" he offered a palm, holding a napkin, "You might want to use this; you have a lil..." his finger motioned to the corners of his own mouth.
Kaine's eyes wandered to the short-stack seated at the table. Throughout his life, his skills with children proved to be... absent. Did he dislike kids? Well, he didn't necessarily harbor a grudge for them as much as he just found himself at loss with them. Charlie must have been slightly different, however. She did manage to fool everyone into thinking she was older. Perhaps his clumsy behavior could be fixed with just a bit of practice with the right one. With that, he tugged his lips into a smile and offered a wave to the small girl behind. They would have to acknowledge one another at some point, and he might as well be the one to take the first step.
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Post by zenguardian on Apr 18, 2016 13:26:12 GMT -6
After Gil had finished his shower of gratitude, Kaine interjected at their side, "You two seem rather friendly, are you sure you haven't met before?" he teased, cracking a grin as he did so. "Huh? Oh, hmm..." Gil squinted his eyes at Drei, "No, I don't think we've ever-" His smirk was quickly replaced with a cocked brow, squinting at Gil's face slightly upon realizing at closer inspection that bits of chili and onion were smeared. "Uh, Gil?" he offered a palm, holding a napkin, "You might want to use this; you have a lil..." his finger motioned to the corners of his own mouth. Gil swiped at the corners of his mouth, hand coming away coated with hotdog toppings. "Oh, hehe... thanks, Prince." He grabbed the napkin from Kaine and cleaned off his face and hands. "I feel like I've been saying that a lot today." Gil's attention was drawn to the aroma of the food neatly arranged in from of Drei. "I gotta say, Hero. You sure do have an appetite. Man, you're gonna have a fun time in the bathroom later." Gil bantered. "Hey, Jason, Elrod, we're all waiting!" |
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Post by not u on Apr 18, 2016 15:03:31 GMT -6
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Gil exclaimed, rising from his seat, eyes glistening in the sunlight. "YOU FOUND IT!" He then reached across the table, pulling Drei into an embrace and thanking him profusely. Then holding him arm's length away, said "I don't care about the actual wallet, but I have something very important in here that I can't do without. You said that you didn't know if I should die over something like this, but you're wrong." Gil returned to his seat, though never breaking eye contact with the other blonde. "If I really had lost it, I'd be a dead man anyway..." Gil checked the wallet, making sure his possession was still there. Good. "But anyway! Yeah, thanks. You're a hero. And it looks like you won't be the only one I owe, Major." Seemed like Gil was back to being chipper and was now waiting for the others to get there. Drei's body immediately stiffened up as he was grabbed into an embrace from across the table, shell-shocked as he processed the theatrical reaction he'd just received. Of course he was fully expecting the man to display some degree of gratitude, but this level of over the top was... unexpected. Not that he wasn't enjoying it. In fact his ego was practically basking in the praise, mending the little shattered fragments from his earlier slip ups. But the weight of his words, accompanied by the unwavering eye contact was perplexing to say the least. If he really had lost it he'd be a dead man anyway? Was he being dramatic? ... The secrets of other non-chipped strangers were probably something best left alone. He nodded a bit dumbfounded before finally waving his hand. "Don't worry about it," he finally responded coolly, his face showing no sign of his inner giddiness as he straightened out his rumpled clothes. It seemed as though nobody but himself took notice of his odd introduction. Nobody once mentioned it, and besides Jason's bemusement at his outburst and suffering, nobody really noticed his own awkwardness and anxiousness. Thank goodness. His right hand now lay relaxed at his side, the itch to relieve stress subsided for the current moment. "You two seem rather friendly, are you sure you haven't met before?" he teased, cracking a grin as he did so. "Huh? Oh, hmm..." Gil squinted his eyes at Drei, "No, I don't think we've ever-" Drei shook his head and looked over at Prince Charming, the blonde cracking a bit of a sneer as Gil too, called him by some sort of 'noble' nickname. "Not that I'm aware of," he replied, sitting down in his spot at the picnic table and starting in on the leftmost hotdog: the one with ketchup. From left to right was food for the hunger pangs, food for energy, and food for enjoyment, lined up in order of how much he liked eating them. Already halfway through the first hotdog, which had been wolfed down nearly without tasting it, he paused and looked over at Gil as the other blonde cracked wise. "I gotta say, Hero. You sure do have an appetite. Man, you're gonna have a fun time in the bathroom later." Gil bantered. "Hey, Jason, Elrod, we're all waiting!" Drei smirked and shook his head. "My metabolism rips through food like wet tissue paper, and I can always use the excess energy." He eyed Gil's copious amount of hot dog toppings, including the ever dangerous choice of chili that most of them made. "But don't feel too left out. I'm sure you'll be having a fun bathroom adventure yourself, Gil," he replied. |
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Post by Allie on Apr 18, 2016 15:14:59 GMT -6
She chuckled slightly, especially at the notion of her internet nickname surfacing in real life. she always thought it made her sound official: like a military general who had absolute power. It was pretty cool to say the least.
Before she could go on with that train of thought, Gil's napkin forced its way on her face, cleaning off the bits of food left on her cheek. She groaned slightly as she saw Drei make his way over to the two: wallet in hand. Thank goodness that was over with. The rest of the events flew by incredibly fast, her only really catching Kaine's first interaction with her. She mulled over her options before opting to repeat the action to him. Nailed it. At least everyone was ok. She rocked slightly in her seat as she let the blend of noises pass by her ears before catching some of Drei's words about his smorgasbord of cheap food.
Right, he had the same energy powers she did: and that was a pretty creative use of his power... testing that trick out wouldn't be too bad. After all, the weight was proof she wasn't utilizing that trick.
Those fries on the table looked really good; and at that size, they must have been for everyone, right? Why would Drei keep them to himself if he wasn't a competitive eater? With that in mind, the little girl reached all the way to the other size and grabbed a handful of the fattening potato sticks slathered in horrifically unhealthy toppings. She then proceeded to gobble them down with no regard to table manners, licking the remaining flecks of salt and chili off her face.
"Good idea!" She blurted out, with absolutely no regard to how Drei would feel.
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Post by not u on Apr 18, 2016 15:42:16 GMT -6
Those fries on the table looked really good; and at that size, they must have been for everyone, right? Why would Drei keep them to himself if he wasn't a competitive eater? With that in mind, the little girl reached all the way to the other size and grabbed a handful of the fattening potato sticks slathered in horrifically unhealthy toppings. She then proceeded to gobble them down with no regard to table manners, licking the remaining flecks of salt and chili off her face. "Good idea!" She blurted out, with absolutely no regard to how Drei would feel. "Hey kid!" he snapped, putting his left hand in front of the food he was saving for last possessively as if it were some sort of impenetrable gate. And there goes that hand. Frowning he gripped and rubbed the back of his neck with his right hand, staring at Charlie from across the table. Great, now I just yelled at the 8 year old and now look like a total asshole. ...but I didn't come here to act as a nanny. He groaned. He didn't want 'child-hating douchebag' to be everyone's lasting impression of him. "At least ask first," he dropped the possessive gesture, grabbing the pickle and onion-laden hot dog. "I was saving those for last," he added, shoving the food into his mouth before he was tempted to awkwardly backtrack and over-explain any further. Despite being plenty aware of the extent of her skill, he was extremely apprehensive about the child in the group. His parents would have never let him get away with such behavior. Even as the 'baby' out of his siblings, such childish behavior was considered strictly unacceptable. Deplorable, even. But I suppose with a mother that just leaves her daughter with a bunch of strange grown men, I shouldn't be too surprised. |
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Post by zenguardian on Apr 18, 2016 16:35:52 GMT -6
Drei smirked and shook his head. "My metabolism rips through food like wet tissue paper, and I can always use the excess energy." He eyed Gil's copious amount of hot dog toppings, including the ever dangerous choice of chili that most of them made. "But don't feel too left out. I'm sure you'll be having a fun bathroom adventure yourself, Gil," he replied. Gil laughed in response. "We'll see about that!" Those fries on the table looked really good; and at that size, they must have been for everyone, right? Why would Drei keep them to himself if he wasn't a competitive eater? With that in mind, the little girl reached all the way to the other size and grabbed a handful of the fattening potato sticks slathered in horrifically unhealthy toppings. She then proceeded to gobble them down with no regard to table manners, licking the remaining flecks of salt and chili off her face. "Gah, Major! And after I just cleaned your face too..." Gil face palmed, shaking his head at the little hacker's actions. He spread his fingers wide enough to peek at Drei's food, noting how those cheese fries did look really good. "At least ask first," he dropped the possessive gesture, grabbing the pickle and onion-laden hot dog. "I was saving those for last," he added, shoving the food into his mouth before he was tempted to awkwardly backtrack and over-explain any further. Gil completely ignored Drei's request to ask first, quickly leaning forward and snatching a fry that was on the edge of the bowl and eating it while his guard was down. "I don't know, Hero. I prefer eating the best things first." He said, sticking his tongue out at Drei before addressing Kaine. "How about it, Prince? You should try one. They're reallllly good." |
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Post by norimo on Apr 18, 2016 18:56:53 GMT -6
Kaine's eyes slightly widened upon seeing the little girl wave back, before vigorously devouring the greasy fries in front of her. He couldn't help but smirk to himself as though subconsciously reveling in his small, but surely important success at finally communicating with a child that didn't begin nor end with his ponytail being pulled. Thankfully, Charlie seemed to be at an age of reasoning at the very least. Babies were much worse, being that their tiny hands knew no restraint when it came to hair and earrings. Even the thought of them made his earlobes wrought with pain.
His eyebrow quirked with bewilderment at the pet name. Is that how they see me? To be dubbed such a title tickled him, and a stifled laughter escaped his lips. He had received glances here and there, but never did he consider himself a prince.
Alas, he was thrown out of his stupor at the sound of a seagull screeching. Apparently the fries he had just watched Charlie so eagerly dive into were Drei's. Looks like I'm not the only one who's bad with kids. While Drei instinctively pulled back after his outburst, it was obvious to him that he was truly ticked in the brevity of the moment. The boy awkwardly slung one hand behind his neck, before requesting that the girl ask first. Kaine couldn't say he's never had a similar outburst before, and that was part of the reason why children didn't tend to mix well with him.
Unfortunately for Drei, his plea had flown over Gil's head completely as he squandered a piece of the delicacy for himself. Not only that, but he even had the audacity to stick his tongue out at him as to tease him further. It didn't appear to be out of malice, but out of good sport. Poor Blondie was probably seething in his shoes by now, or at least about to. Had the party slowly begin making an unconscious effort to push his buttons? Kaine couldn't help but grin.
...Gil's suggestion had just invited him to join that party as well. Now, he wasn't planning on pushing Glasses over the edge upon their first meeting, but he wasn't about to ignore the opportunity at hand either. Seizing it now would just be priceless, surely. Gil had referred to him as a prince once more, and if he was a prince in their eyes, then he might as well try to play the part. Even if rather ridiculously.
"If I am a prince," he began as a cheeky grin spread across his face, "then surely I cannot accept such a request without the permission of the princess." His eyes had fixated on Drei, eagerly awaiting his reaction.
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Post by Kisaka on Apr 18, 2016 19:43:15 GMT -6
The stand had become quite busy with all of them buzzing around it, Jason just waiting patiently for his food to be placed in his hands and then quickly into his abdomen. He kind of spaced out to what was going on around him, watching the man put together the food for each and every one of them. He was a little stressed and though it was completely within his power to encourage the man to calm down, that he was doing fine, he didn't care enough to actually do so. He just wanted his damn food.
The sudden screech from the more outgoing blonde did, however, take Jason's attention off of the vendor and onto the situation that a couple of the others were involved in. He lost his wallet? How did this guy manage to do that? Jason started to get the feeling that this guy was moreso an airhead versus a confident and outgoing individual. Maybe he should have paid more attention to this one while talking online. The redhead set aside his judgemental thoughts as soon as he had finishing paying and, at last, received his chili cheese dog. It seemed the group had all migrated to a nearby table in the midst of his own thinking, the ginger getting a little upset at that. Nobody ran this idea by him, now did they? It was a simple matter but they could've at least asked his opinion, right? Irritated, Jason tried to hold back a pout as he approached the group, just in time to see Drei shout at Major. Well then! Someone was quite stingy. Jason couldn't blame Drei too much though... If he was the one who paid for the food, he'd be a little annoyed too if everyone started taking from it... Well, scratch that. If Jason bought a bunch of a food item and everyone felt the need to take from it, he'd be more flattered knowing he chose an item everyone liked than anything. But, clearly him and Drei had different ideals. What was his power again? Ah, that's right. In a sense, everyone was stealing away his energy, yeah? Kind of laughable!
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Elrod looking over everything, so Jason decided to bring him into the conversation. Gotta make a good impression, after all! He barely even spoke to the guy since they'd met in person. "Say, Sun?" Jason smiled. "How long until Drei punches someone, do you think?" The four-eyed man was seeming to get pretty steamy now and the itch to make it even worse came over Jason like the urge to eat after smelling bacon after a long church service. "And if he were to throw a punch, who do you think would win? Long-Hair, or Glasses?" He had no regrets coming up with nicknames like so, hoping to get an amusing reaction out of his pal. This whole situation was probably going to end in ridiculousness, but for as long as it lasted, he wanted to ride it out. After all, how much more time would everyone have to be goofing off like this? If things went according to Jason's plan, not a lot of time. They had business to get to... But in the meantime, it'd best they familiarize themselves with one another and set forth a decent pavement for them to work off of. As Jason waited for a response to his questions, he took a bite of his chili cheese dog... and some chili promptly fell onto his laptop that he'd held in the other hand. "Oh, fuck me..."
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Post by not u on Apr 18, 2016 19:45:35 GMT -6
Gil completely ignored Drei's request to ask first, quickly leaning forward and snatching a fry that was on the edge of the bowl and eating it while his guard was down. "I don't know, Hero. I prefer eating the best things first." He said, sticking his tongue out at Drei before addressing Kaine. "How about it, Prince? You should try one. They're reallllly good." Drei's eyes widened and he paused halfway through another bite of his hotdog as Gil decided to antagonize him further quickly dropping it to snatch his prized food up off the table and away from the other blonde's grabby hands. "Hey, piss off!" he broke his cool aura and blurted out. Carton of fries in hand, he retracted it back close to his face before Casanova could react to the instigation. Note to self: Eat the best food first around this group.
"If I am a prince," he began as a cheeky grin spread across his face, "then surely I cannot accept such a request without the permission of the princess." His eyes had fixated on Drei, eagerly awaiting his reaction. The blonde continued to glare as the snarky prettyboy tried to further get under his skin, still balancing his fries up near his face. "Permission denied, Prince Charming," he stated point-blank, removing his hand from the back of his neck and pushing a fry matter-of-factly into his mouth. The cardboard tray wobbled, Drei carefully setting the unsteady container back on the table before he ended up with a jacket full of chili, but this time protectively behind an arm and close to his body. Despite all attempts to keep his facial expression firm, his lip had formed into a slight grumpy pout. He knew it was all in jest but hell if he was letting any more grabby hands into his dish. |
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Post by schribbit on Apr 18, 2016 20:02:08 GMT -6
Elrod had just been staring numbly at the people around him, and the shouting of his name nearly sent him through his skin. They wanted him to join them. At least, the loud one did. What if he tripped again on the way? It would be terrible to trip right into everyone's food. His clothes would be ruined, and his image would be shattered into even smaller pieces than it was already in. He pondered moving closer before another voice caught his attention.
Elrod was astonished at the question. Surely Jason wasn't going for people fighting in this group, was he? Did that mean he was expected to hold his own against one of them as well? This was all becoming very difficult to manage.
"I-I-I wouldn't know about- that. I don't- would they fight? Is that one, the blonde one, mean or- something? I- I don't think Kaine, er, the ponytail, would want to fight him. He's- nicer, than he seems. Well, it's not- that he seems unkind- I just, well..."
Elrod was having a lot of trouble. He just wanted to go sit down before he said anything worse.
"Um. Enjoy that," He said quietly, as a close to his response. He walked carefully around the table and sat at the very edge of the bench, furthest he could, on the side that the blonde was sitting in. The other side seemed a bit too crowded with the loud Gil and the grabby girl. He had definitely seen what had gone on and didn't want any of anyone's mess to touch him. Even looking at their orders was enough to make him gag. It was all so greasy and disgusting. He dared not say any of that out loud, however. He didn't want to make anyone angry at him, or dislike him more than they already did.
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Post by Allie on Apr 18, 2016 20:13:29 GMT -6
"If I am a prince," he began as a cheeky grin spread across his face, "then surely I cannot accept such a request without the permission of the princess." His eyes had fixated on Drei, eagerly awaiting his reaction. Prince? Princess? The metaphors for their personality traits completely flew over her head as she tried to decipher what was going on. And even then, she didn't even bother to make the connection that it was her doing that spurred all of this. Charlie held her head in her hands and bowed it down to block out the noise, it seeming to work for a while. She didn't even hear the obvious usage of unsavory language. She let a small hole peek through her fingers to allow some sort of sight, a horrible vision plaguing her eyes. That slop of chili glopped onto Jason's clearly expensive 24 Gigabyte RAM ASUS G751JY was the final straw to create this uncomfortable situation. If the leader of this rag-tag team couldn't even keep the food off of his tech, then how could he keep the government off his tail? And bad words too? Really? The whole situation was an insane sensory overload that left the little girl scrambling mentally. She pushed herself off the table and moved to a nearby tree, the commotion dissipating to a more manageable background noise. Thankfully, she was in near sight of the rest of the group: she had experiences running off the few times she was in public. |
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Post by Kisaka on Apr 18, 2016 20:20:55 GMT -6
Elrod was astonished at the question. Surely Jason wasn't going for people fighting in this group, was he? Did that mean he was expected to hold his own against one of them as well? This was all becoming very difficult to manage. "I-I-I wouldn't know about- that. I don't- would they fight? Is that one, the blonde one, mean or- something? I- I don't think Kaine, er, the ponytail, would want to fight him. He's- nicer, than he seems. Well, it's not- that he seems unkind- I just, well..." Elrod was having a lot of trouble. He just wanted to go sit down before he said anything worse. "Um. Enjoy that," He said quietly, as a close to his response. He walked carefully around the table and sat at the very edge of the bench, furthest he could, on the side that the blonde was sitting in. The other side seemed a bit too crowded with the loud Gil and the grabby girl. He had definitely seen what had gone on and didn't want any of anyone's mess to touch him. Even looking at their orders was enough to make him gag. It was all so greasy and disgusting. He dared not say any of that out loud, however. He didn't want to make anyone angry at him, or dislike him more than they already did. Did he just... blow him off? His attention from his dirtied laptop switch to Sun immediately. Jason knew that Elrod wasn't into disputes, but c'mon he was trying to have some fun here! The more Jason mulled over what the timid one had said, the more astonished he was. No, the more angry he was. No. The more insulted he was. Watching him saunter over to the table as if he hadn't just done that, Elrod seemed to feel no remorse at all. Fine. Be like that. He didn't want to be childish, so he decided to keep his mouth shut, the only noticeable thing different about him now was the fact he'd narrowed his eyes at the other man. Turning away from the group, he went back to the stand and grabbed a napkin there, proceeding to wipe off the food. It was then that he finally joined them at the table, taking Charlie's spot. He immediately opened his laptop, blocking out all the rambling from the people at the table. I brought them all here and they aren't even paying attention to me. I deserve to be treated better, Goddamnit. His eyes flickered above his computer screen to look over the people on all sides of him before looking up at the sky. Whatever. Fine. Jason tried to just blow this off, despite the fact he totally had an inner temper tantrum. He decided to instead pull the attention back on him. "So, once we all finish eating I was thinking it was about time we get going to our next destination, yeah?" He tried to scoot things right along. "If everyone is still hungry, we can stop by a place on the way there, but by the looks of it, everyone is having their fill, plus some." Jason said with an eyeroll, looking at the container of fries that had stolen his spotlight. |
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Post by schribbit on Apr 18, 2016 20:26:45 GMT -6
She pushed herself off the table and moved to a nearby tree, the commotion dissipating to a more manageable background noise. Thankfully, she was in near sight of the rest of the group: she had experiences running off the few times she was in public. Elrod was immediately bothered by the rush of movement the girl made to get away. It was surely he who had done something wrong. Maybe he should have sat near her after all? It was too late now, she already hated him. Elrod could tell Jason was angry. He had a quickened pulse and if his face was anything to go by, he was scowling. Was he scowling? Well, if he wasn't, he certainly looked like it. Was it his fault? Of course, he was the last person to talk with him after all. He kept slipping up and showing everyone just how bad he was. Elrod didn't respond to Jason's announcement and decided to bore holes into the table with an intense stare of regret and sadness. |
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