Sigmund sat quietly at a chair, playing with the steam coming off of his tea that was just previously bought. His fingers dancing around the heat as it pushed away from his drink. Though he looked very amused, what he was feeling was totally different. Sigmund was bored . . . and with his team mates out looking at swords. Sig, would rather look at something different. It wasn't that he didn't like swords. He was just more of a bow and arrow person. With the wind in his control, Sig could accurately send his arrow in any direction. Even if he was faced to the opposite of his target.
Glaring at who ever seemed to look at him funny, Sigmund began to feel more and more of an outcast to the people around him. He gave a glaring look around the store, just to see how many were looking. Which upset him a bit more, sending a horrible gloom over his head. "
Guys hurry back . . . " He said to himself.
In the back of the store, a group of rude men were having a good old time. Its just so happened that today was the best day for them, for they had an even bigger trophy to pick on; Sigmund. Being the loudest in the cafe, they made sure Sig had heard every insult they struck at him. Many times the owner would ask the men to leave, but wouldn't do so. This of course irritated Sigmund to the point that he rose from his seat; Slamming his hands down on the table, spilling his tea.
Others within the cafe' jumped to the sound of Sig's hands hitting the table, worried the strange humanoid was going to strike at the men. This of couse was what Sig wanted to do, but knew it wouldn't solve anything from the start. The waitress quickly made her way over to the mess that Sig had made, but he had stopped her before she could clean it. Taking a big sign, Sig took the young women's cloth. "
Here, its my fault . . . You shouldn't have to clean my mess. " saying as he started to clean.
Out of the group of rude men, one stood up and walked himself over to Sigmund. "
Do you have a problem boy? " Sigmund ignored the man not wanting to cause anymore trouble. "
Answer me boy! " The man grasped Sig's shoulder to turn him around.
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If your asking if I have a problem, then Yes I do. Now if you don't mind Sir . . . Get you filthy hands off me, before I do something about it. " Irritated enough Sigmund noticed his words were a bad choice as it was. Now in front of the rude man in front of him, the man's friends now surrounded him as well. "
Boy I swear your looking for a fight and your about to get one! " The man shouted. "
Not really, I'd much rather talk stuff over. Your the one who really wants to fight. " He replied in a low tone, regretting his smart a** remarks.
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