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 Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 2:48 pm
He narrowed his eyes. The please had no effect, but it was clear the grown man wanted it.
"What....will you do to get this candy bar? For me?" He asked.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 3:24 pm
Slaw was stunned into silence by the question. It was not only a razor sharp sword, but one that TG legitimately expected him to fall onto all by himself. He was not keen to do so, instead fishing for the answer while playing on the demon's ego.
"What do you wish me to do oh fierce demon, sir?" He forgot he ever had a pride as he swished his arms down and to the side in a bow.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 3:31 pm
Tg smiled. "Carry my stuff and let me ride your shoulders. At least till a carriage comes and picks me up." He said, watching the man bow and overly pleased by how Slaw was acting. Finally he was being treated correctly for a change.
"Do that, and I'll buy and give this cany bar to you." He said, tapping one end of the bar against his chin as he smiled.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 4:58 pm
Slaw had weighed both the good and the bad of this decision. On one hand he was being degraded to the level of nothing for the sake of a candy bar, on the other - it was the best chocolate bar that was ever conceived in the entire universe of ever. On the final hand... what was he trying to decide again? He sort of just forg...oh. He looked down at TG and the candy bar in his hand. He was clearly expecting an answer to something.
Slaw gave an affirming nod of the head, acceptance of TG's terms though he didn't entirely remember what he was agreeing to right this minute.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 5:11 pm
Slaw would feel a slight burning sensation on his palm where a heart started to form with a spiked tail. The deal had been made.
Smiling, TG went over to the counter and, adding the candy bar to his tab, along with grabbing a oversized lollipop, set it on the counter and paid the tab. The worker behind the counter then set two bags down for TG to take, to which TG only reached for the candy bar, held it up for Slaw to take, and then once the man bent down to take it, puffed in a flash of smoke.
While Slaw could take the bar, the moment he did, TG had disappeared and then reappeared on the undead's shoulders. He already had his phone out and was calling a carriage service.
"You can carry those. I'll be picked up at the corner of Sludgeson Drive and Bat Cave Curve."
Putting his phone away, he looked for some secure place to hold onto and decided just to grab the man's ears. "These don't fall off, do they? I don't want to wind up loosing my balance." He gave one ear a tug just to be sure.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 5:23 pm
Slaw stared at the burning mark on the palm of his hand, clearly startled by the addition. He was about to ask if that was temporary like a henna tattoo but found himself easily manipulated by the prize he had sought in the first place. He gratefully took the treat and before he got to enjoy it, he was weighed down by a tiny demanding demon.
While TG was distracted by his phone, Slaw was already licking a piece of the chocolate before placing it in his mouth to savor. The rest was placed in pocket on the cargo trousers he was presently sporting for future consumption.
It was then that the demands came and he took the bags. It was all very light at least, demon included. He was pretty sure he had the best side of this agreement - until his ears were grabbed. "Ey, those are very attached!" He yelped as one was tugged - it was clearly quite securely attached to his head as he nearly went down entirely at the gesture.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 5:38 pm
"Oh good. I can't tell what things you people have that isn't rotting off or likely just to turn to mush. I don't...really touch your kind. But this works."
A pair of small claws then wrapped around Slaw's ears like a pair of handlebars and TG looked ahead. "I'd hold your head but I can't tell you bother to wash this rat's nest or if this is just the look your kind fancies to get....other dead things to like you." He glanced at the mat of hair.
"Anywho, we can start heading out." He gave the ears a light tugging as if directing a horse.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 5:43 pm
Slaw was very proud of his rats nest. "At least I have hair," he muttered under his breath but obeyed the directions received from his ears. He moved at a leisurely trot, tail slithering side to side in his wake.
"We only just look rotten," he tried to assure. "It's a style."
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 5:53 pm
"Yeah well you all have looks that go so far when I see half of you dropping limbs. I also don't thing some styles smell." He pointed out and then decided to reach out with one hand and set his hand on the man's hair, holding up a lock of hair till it stood up and examined it.
"But I guess with a undead like you that you probably have all the limbless ladies just hobbling their way for you or do you guys just date certain parts?"
When they left the store, TG's stomach grumbled and he tapped the undead's head. "Give me one of those lollipops from the bag. I'm about to pass out here." Riding undeads was exhausting.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 6:09 pm
Slaw wished his limbs fell off as much as TG insisted. It would have certainly made the action of fishing in a bag for a lollipop and offering it to him a lot more entertaining if his hand went with it. His hair despite TG's comments was not greasy or smelly. It just looked like normal hair that had been cut using razored layering, though the colour was unusual.
"Naw, I like my dates in one piece."
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 6:15 pm
"Suit yourself. I dated a pair of legs once. She wasn't half bad." He took the offered lollipop and popped it into his mouth.
Upon seeing that the hair wasn't at all grimy, he released the ears and set his arms over the man's head, looking ahead.
"So what do you do? You didn't work at the candy store but you went there. Just like messing with kids?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 6:20 pm
Slaw looked baffled though TG couldn't see it from his perch, "messin' with... kids? How? Why?"
He shook his head slowly, "just the candy." He admitted. "I guess you can say I'm a solo act, I work as a self employed artist."
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 6:24 pm
"Self...employed....artist." TG said each word as he sorted them out and then snickered. "You're a bum! I guess I should have figured with how you are dressed but wow! WOW! I guess undeads without masters really can't do much."
He laughed again, the lollipop nearly dropping out of his mouth before he clamped his mouth around it. He rolled the candy to the other cheek. "What does a undead even make as "art"?" TG took a moment to raise both hands to make air quotes before quickly grabbing the undead's head to keep from falling back.
"Do you just make organs out of sticks or something?" What did undeads even consider to be art?! They had about as much artistic vision as a pile of bricks!
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2014 4:59 pm
"A... bum?..." His eyes went cross as he tried to figure out if TG was commenting on his derriere or implying that he was homeless. Either option seemed like a strange thing to say given the context so he decided he didn't care enough and... poof... he'd forgotten that it even came up.
Then things went back on topic naturally. "Sculptures. I use metal mostly but rubbers and plastics too. Usually I make signs. Sometimes I paint. Every now and then I get to make things I want and when I do they get really..." he cleared his throat, "...involved."
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2014 4:25 pm
TG considered art and then signs and waved his claw in the air, dismissing the undead's claim he was actually doing art. "You sounds like you are just a contractor who is in denial. Making signs. Painting things. That isn't art." He said as if he knew better.
"I've been to plenty of museums before. That's what art it."
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