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 Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 7:28 pm
The mango scented boy let out a long suffering sigh as the paper was snatched from his hands. The boy was still there, and not melted for that matter. Taking out his iPod, he turned it off completely, wrapping the headphones around it before returning it to his pocket, taking out his money to replace the empty spot in his hands. “Yes.” He answered curtly, turning on his heel, making his way to the register. “It’s what she wanted.”
The thought of snatching the paper back from him crossed his mind more then once, but he had decided against it when the thought of ditching the kid after getting him his coffee was whispered in the back of his mind.
Standing behind a rather short and chubby person in line, he turned around and motioned for the bratty kid to stand next to him in the line. “Come on, you want that coffee, don’t you?”
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 7:49 pm
Aaah, the sound of annoyance in the morning. Did Adrian care? No, not really, he was glad that he was able to make a simple outing of getting some paper and coffee as miserable as possible. After all, he was deprived of his ditch. Why should other people be happy, at his expense? If Mango just had some manners and let him brood, why, he wouldn't be here at all.
Though Adrian wasn't going to give Mango boy a hard time in line. After all, this kid here was the one with the money.
"So, how do you usually have your drink done? I like mine with lots of cream and sugar and sometimes I just go ahead and order one of those flavored drinks. You'll remember that, right?" Adrian grinned, happy to remind Mango boy that he did promise Adrian a drink, and Adrian would have that drink or else he would follow Mango boy to hell and back for it.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 8:00 pm
Really, he wanted to throttle the boy next to him. His annoyance was hitting a peak and he really wished he could toss the kid into a canyon. Maybe then he’d be happy in the ditch. Biting the inside of his cheek, he attempted to count to ten in his head. But once he reached ten, three times over, he resigned to the fact that counting to ten never really worked for anyone. It just worked more on their patience really.
He coughed though, hearing how the other boy liked his coffee. A smirk that he couldn’t repress crept up onto his face. “You know, once?” He started, all to happy to release some of his pent up frustration on someone else. Sadly, the one who was going to pay the price was May. “May and I,” Or was it me and May? “…Went to the coffee shop. Know what she did? She took home some extra creamer.”
The fat kid in front of them moved and he stepped up to the counter, motioning to the paper Adrian had before passing the money forward when the register rang. The man behind the counter gave them a bag and Tango took the paper from the kid before tossing it in the bag and leaving the store.
“Anyways, later that night I came down stairs for a drink of water.” Honestly, he hadn’t spoken so much all together before. But hey, there was a first for everything. “When I saw her, she was drinking the creamer right out of the container. It was pretty disgusting.”
By the time he had reached the end of his small tale they had entered the coffee shop. He couldn’t help but give a soft sigh of relief when he noticed that there wasn’t a line in front of them. “What do you want, kid?”
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 8:07 pm
Uh oh. It was story-time. Adrian rolled his eyes, but let the boy tell his tale of woe or whatever it was supposed to be. Though he was slightly interested, he had to admit. May was in it, and the story must have something that he could use to embarrass the hell out of her later.
If the boy thought that he could distract Adrian and perhaps bore him to death and leave him behind the store, then he was sorely mistaken as Adrian continued to follow him like the lost puppy. He remembered grasping onto May's belt and having her drag him to the little cafe, but this kid looked like he would get knocked over if Adrian tried that stunt with him.
Hmph. Kids. So boring!
The boy's story was getting more interesting, and he only looked thoughtful as Mango boy ended it with something very unflattering about May.
"Is that why she's so fat? That's pretty much what cream is." Was all Adrian replied with, and then he scowled when the boy asked him what he wanted.
"Didn't I just tell you? Are you deaf or just stupid?" Seriously, was he trying to discourage Adrian from ordering anything? Like hell some story like that could make him lose his appreciation for cream in coffee!
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 8:16 pm
“Fat?” He turned his attention back to the kid, rather than the menu. If he remembered correctly, May had rambled on about some kid calling her fat one day when he asked her why she was constantly only eating apples when there were perfectly good candy bars in the cupboard.
Suspicion rose inside his chest as he took in the sight of the boy. Was this the brat that was responsible for that creepy picture of some ‘hot guy’ (in May’s words) sitting inside of their fridge? Not outside- oh no- inside. Apparently it was some dieting plan. It didn’t matter why he was in the fridge, really. All that mattered was he was and it was weird.
However, he didn’t take to particular fancy when the kid called him stupid. Attempting to count to ten once more (And really, only succeeding in making himself more pissed) he breathed in deep before speaking. “I know you like it with lots of cream and sugar. But you also said you liked flavored drinks sometimes. I thought I’d be of the decent sorts and let you pick what you wanted. Excuse me for trying to show you some companionship.” He silently added ‘a**’ at the end of it, a word he was all too familiar with from associating with May for too long.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 8:37 pm
"Yup, fat." Adrian chirped, not realizing that he may have had tipped Mango boy off to who he was and his relation to May. Not that any of them were thinking about it, since Adrian just sneered back at Mango boy when he protested to being called stupid.
Really, he didn't know why Mango boy put up with him. He could probably easily toss Adrian out onto the street and ignore him. Well, Mango boy probably wanted to do that, but some sense of manners must have restrained him.
A sense of manners that Adrian didn't seem to possess, so he just went on his merry way.
"I also didn't think you would want me to order one of those flavored drinks because they're more expensive, so I was trying to be nice and save you some money, but..." Adrian sighed, looking over to the menu. Hmph, the kid wanted him to order one of the more expensive drinks? He shouldn't have.
"I'll have a Green Tea Frappe, since you were so kind and offered."
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 9:22 pm
Tango nodded his head idly, gracefully ignoring the fact the kid just called his ‘mother’ fat. Instead he was busy scanning the menu for the requested drink to see the pr- wait. “Green tea Fr- what?” Honestly, he was utterly baffled. When he glanced at the price once more on the menu a frown marred his expression, his brows wrinkling.
Honestly, he wasn’t surprised the boy wanted close to- if not the most- expensive drink. But the name alone still had him shocked. “Does that…even taste good?” He asked, looking at the boy sideways before moving to the front of the counter.
“I’ll have a green tea frappe and a small coffee, two even.”
Moving to the side after paying the man, he waited for their drinks. It wasn’t more than a minute later that both came and Tango took them, handing the odd drink to the other boy. “Come on, lets get a table.”
It wasn’t that he wanted to spend more time with the kid, oh no, but if he had to endure the boy for so long already, he wasn’t about to ruin his precious coffee time moving around. No, he was going to sit and enjoy it, and maybe just maybe, he’d straighten his back a little, hold his head a little taller, and act more mature then his age. It was always amusing when you did that, at least he thought.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 9:40 pm
To tell the truth, Adrian had never had the drink either. He only picked it because it was one of the most expensive drinks on the menu (the actual most expensive drink was something fruit flavored, which displeased Adrian. He hated fruit), so when Mango boy asked him if it was good, he just shrugged.
"I sure hope so. Otherwise, that'd be a waste of money," Adrian mumbled with an air of indifference only one who was leeching off another's money could muster. He waited until Mango boy had gotten and paid for the drinks, and didn't even thank him when he was handed the weird drink.
Why would he do that? He was giving the boy (admittedly useless) information in exchange for the drink. if the boy didn't want it, he wouldn't have bought it for him, right?
Of course, when they reached the table, Adrian said nothing as he sipped on the drink. Unlike Mango boy, who was trying to look all important and older, Adrian slouched forward and perfectly emulated the look of a bored child who was killing some time doing absolutely nothing.
The drink tasted weird, but it wasn't enough to turn Adrian off from finishing it. And finish it he did, occasionally glancing up at Mango boy to see if he left. Not that Adrian really cared, but he would have liked to pay May a visit...
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 9:48 pm
Tango had to force down the growl that bubbled in his throat at hearing the other’s words. It was unbelievable, really. Now he was certain the kid had just picked one of the most expensive drinks, just to irk him. He’d have one hell of a time making any friends if he was like that all the time.
Not that he was one to talk, when it came to friends. As it stood his best friend seemed to be a confused little boy who skipped around in skirts. Honestly, Tango didn’t even like the kid that much. But seeing has how he saw him more often then anyone other than May, he supposed it counted for something.
Seeing the other slouch so horrible with that utter bored appearance made Tango feel all that less important, and in the end sighed. “I believe you owe me information. How do you know May, and what’s your name?” Honestly now, he would like a means of referring to the kid other then that. Kid. Smelly, homely, or otherwise.
“I’m Tango, by the way.” He informed, wondering if his companion would stoop as low as to make a crack on the obvious rhyme.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 9:59 pm
Luckily for Adrian, he didn't need friends. After all, friends were people you were supposed to be decent towards, and Adrian didn't feel like doing that. Why bother being decent to people who couldn't even give him the same courtesy?
But Tango (heh) was right. Adrian spared him the crack about the rhyme, since it was so predictable and probably wouldn't have annoyed Tango as he thought it would. He must have gotten it all the time, so he probably just learned to ignore it.
And Adrian didn't like it when people ignored him (when he was actually trying to annoy them anyway), so he just went ahead and answered Tango's questions. That's why he was here, right?
"My name is Adrian, and I was the one who caught your mom stealing you." Adrian yawned, looking bored already from the conversation. Did Tango know that he was stolen? Adrian hoped not, that would ruin some of his fun.
Speaking of, the Scent craned his neck as he got a better look around the cafe. Something looked a little familiar... he knew this was the same cafe that May had dragged him too, but...
Wow, they were even sitting at the same table. What was that supposed to be, irony or something?
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 10:14 pm
Tango smirked to himself. He had known better then to think the boy would make fun of his name. After all, it would only be degrading to someone of his stature. While Tango liked the boy about as far as he could throw him (idly he wondered if that even made much sense) he knew the boy to at least be more creative then a 2 year old.
“Adrian.” He tested the name out loud once, and then rolled it around in his head a few more times to commit it to memory. Yes, Adrian. “Well then,” He spoke getting up to throw away his now empty cup in the trash. Coming back, he ruffled Adrian’s hair a little with a smirk. “Thanks for not ratting out May, huh kid?”
Oh, if only the boy knew he was tracing his mothers exact steps, throwing away his cup in the same spot, down to even ruffling the boy’s hair. For if he did, he would have known it was high time to high tail it out of there.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 11:01 pm
And just like his stupid mom, Tango made the mistake of touching Adrian's hair.
One would think that living in a ditch for three months would make Adrian less sensitive about the state of his hair, but he actually carefully made sure it was nothing short of perfect when he was happily living in his ditch too. And this... this cretin had to go and ruin it!
"GODDAMNIT, DON'T DO THAT EVER AGAIN!" Adrian screeched, smacking Tango's hand away and jumping out of his seat. A quick hand to his hair made him realize that yes, it was now ruffled and RUINED, and he resumed glaring at Tango and shaking the half-empty cup of Green Tea Frappe at the Scent, spilling the liquid everywhere. "I PUT TOO MUCH WORK INTO MAKING MY HAIR PERFECT AND STUPID CRETINS LIKE YOU RUIN IT!"
If Tango was wondering if Adrian had an expression other than "annoying", this was it. Adrian was shaking with visible rage and he still had the now crushed cup in his grip, most of the liquid on the floor.
"Just... GAAAAAH!"
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 11:29 pm
Tango’s eyes widened as he watched Adrian as he jumped out of his seat and smacked his hand away. It was with the utmost morbid fascination did he take in the sight of the other boy shaking with rage, crushing the drink within his own hand. So absorbed Tango was, in the boy’s anger, that it didn’t even bother him when he felt the drink splash over him. He could see darker spots on his clothing now where the liquid splashed, and his skin tingled with warmth where the still warm beverage hit. Even from the tips of his hair he could see it drip off.
He opened his mouth to, yes actually apologized, but clamped it shut once more when the boy started screaming again. Slowly he could feel the fascination drip away from him and a warm feeling bubble up in his stomach, just below his navel. His hands clenched into fists at his side, his breathing coming more ragged and shallow, as Adrian continued his screams.
Hair. For god’s sake it was Hair!
The aggravation from the whole while he had spent with Adrian built up, boiled over, and he found himself aggravated beyond belief. First he whines about some ditch, then he insults him constantly, and now he makes a scene in the middle of the café because he ruffled his hair.
Really, the kid needed a swift kick in the rear.
Or, well—
It was a unique feeling, he decided, before the dull, throbbing pain set in. The feel of flesh meeting flesh, bone meeting bone. He didn’t know exactly how it happened, really. Just that one moment he was trying to keep his cool, and the next he was watching is own fist reach out and make contact with the other boy’s face. He could feel the boy’s cheek bone against his knuckles and it sent a shiver down his spine.
It was an unnerving feeling.
He was filled with pride on one hand. He had finally done something to shut the kid up. But on the other, guilt was eating him alive already. Not that he’d come out and admit it. No, instead he fixed his posture which had slouched slightly when he decked the kid and cleared his throat.
“Adrian,” He spoke, trying to sound even though he knew his voice was still shaking with the adrenaline he was feeling. “You’re mental. Its hair. Now come on, I’ve got gel at home, so stop making a scene and you can fix it at my place.” Oh yeah, Tango. Smoooooth. Sock a kid and then pretend it never happened.
May was going to give him hell when he got home.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 12:36 pm
With all the screaming and ranting Adrian was doing, he only noticed the fist coming to his face a little late and, to put it simply, was shut up in the most effective way.
He didn't quite fall over, but the child stumbled backwards a bit, holding his jaw in shock. Did he just... did he just hit him? Adrian just gaped at Tango for the longest time, seemingly disconnected from the rest of reality.
That... that stupid Mango kid hit him!
Like HELL he was getting away with that! Adrian could handle smacks when he deserved them, but Tango started it! He TOUCHED his hair! His response was totally justified!
Not even hearing Tango's half-assed semi-apology, Adrian promptly swung his fist in Tango's general direction, connecting somewhere that Adrian hoped was Tango's jaws so he could stop talking.
"It's not just HAIR!" Adrian seethed. Being a small, skinny thing, his punch probably wasn't as painful, but... damnit all!
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 1:00 pm
He should have known he couldn’t get away as simply as that. He should have known if the kid was willing to track across streets and stores just to get a coffee he wouldn’t let a punch to the cheek go so easily. However, naivety still seemed to reign supreme (that or ignorance) in his mind, and as such he only saw the punch coming as it was (literally) coming.
His eyes widened for a fraction of a second, before closing tightly preparing for a white hot pain to rush to him. When Adrian’s fist finally made contact with his jaw he took a step backwards, unknowingly mocking the boy’s actions. It hurt, no doubt, but no where near as bad as he had predicted it would. No, already the pain was subsiding to a dull ache.
The boy moved his jaw back and forth, just to be sure nothing was broken. Sure enough everything seemed to work just fine, but a coppery taste was filling his mouth. Grimacing, he turned to the side and spat, not bothering to heed May’s warnings of being polite in public. Polite had gone out the window 5 seconds ago when the first punch was thrown. Sure enough the saliva seemed to be coated with a slightly thicker, crimson substance. However, his mouth didn’t exactly hurt. He assumed the little punk in front of him had merely nicked his gums or something.
But while the pain was already numbing down, his anger flared fresh and new. “Oh-ho, no.” He growled out through clenched teeth before throwing himself at the other, moving to tackle him onto the café floor.
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