Trent: 😍 I know I should sincerely apologize for attacking you and ask for forgiveness, but you really did look hot being choked 😁
Serena: "Making Friends 101 with Trent Maddock." Brilliant.
Faustus: Sorry, ignore my friends. They can be rather ridiculous. Faustus Blackwood, at your service.
Trent: Hey! We saw him first!
Serena: Who's "we", you and the monkey in your pocket? I only like Erik as a friend, thank you.
"You know for about five seconds there ... I actually considered accepting your apology. But then I you kept talking and I was like.... Eh, better not" Erik replied to Trent before glancing at Faustus with a raised eyebrow. "Well apologizing for them seems like waste of breathe honestly.... " He told him hardly offering much more acknowledgment to Faustus then that as he moved to head off shaking his head at the actual Idiocracy he CONTINUED to witness.
Trent jogged after Erik and touched his arm. "Hey... I know I let my mouth and lack of a filter get the better of me, but I really like you. Sincerely. I'm bad with people, but I hope someday we'll be friends." And then he smiled a little awkwardly and went to go find Nate.
Faustus nodded. "Yes, well, perhaps you're right," he directed to Erik.
((Fun fact: Autocock went, "perhaps you're tight" at first.))
"But some of us do have some semblance of manners, culture, you know. Er, if you've ever any need of books, I run a rather comprehensive library on King and East 18th Street. Eight stories, not including the basement level, with information on every subject imaginable. I do hope you'll pay us a visit sometime."
Désmoda and Maze watched the schadenfreude unfolding before them as they shared a tub of popcorn.
As Faustus had continued Erik finally paused for a moment deciding being since he hardly knew this guy and only knew OF him he might as well not be entirely rude. "Well, good to know" he replied with a small smile that soon changed to a faint snigger as he seemed to be looked just past Faustus for a brief moment at seeing a certain someone. "A book store? Well I suppose I'll have to check it out at some point" He replied before moving to take a sip of the gas station coffee in his hand briefly however he was soon trying not to choke on it at what happened next.
"WOOF WOOF MOTHER FUCKER!!!" Sigefrid had suddenly stalked up directly behind Faustus and was now damn near in the other man's face chest puffed out as if trying to intimidate... Not that he had to try very hard.
"Sigefrid goodness if this is THE Faustus you're bound to make him pee a little" Erik commented trying hard not to laugh.
"Well, a library, but I suppose you could buyーWAUGH!" Faustus fell on his ass from surprise. "Oh, do excuse me, I appear to have lost my composー"
"SIGEFRID!!!" The rest of what he'd been about to say was drowned out by the squeal of a certain pink-clad, curly-haired, enthusiastic hurricane launching herself at the well-muscled man. Serena threw her arms and legs round him, practically tackling him to the ground and covering his face with red-lipsticked kisses. "Ooh, I'm SO happy to see you again, sweetmeat!"
Sigefrid sniggered a bit wickedly looking down at Faustus. "Looks like you lost more than that" He smarted before hearing the squeal and half groaning briefly managing to just catch her and keep from falling. "Yup.... Knew this was coming ... I knew this was coming"
"You tried... Have fun" Erik mused before merely giving Faustus brief nod and moving to walk off.
Faustus blinked, wondering what else he had lost, and just got up and walked away, looking dazed.
Serena calmed down after a moment, relaxing into Sigefrid's hold. "My hair is real now," she announced, tugging a shoulder-length curl down and letting it spring back up again.
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