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"Checking yer watch every second isn't gonna make time go by any faster..."

We`rika looked up at his co-worker and glared, his long ears falling against his skull in instinctual moodiness. It didn't phase the man though, in fact it only encouraged him and the others to laugh as they were so used to his little tantrums every day right before lunch. It was an easy nerve to exploit.

The Huichol narrowed his eyes and looked again at his watch. His ears perked up and a smile split his face in a toothy grin. "Well yer bitchin' made i' fly righ' by, eh?" He patted the man on the back and very careful scrambled off the catwalk and down. Finally ******** time for a break! There were some bosomy loose hotties he needed to tip at a local diner across the street from his construction site. not the best food, but cheap and there was plenty to look at.

After being all but hit by a car as he jay walked across the street in a mindless scramble to food, he took a seat at the diner counter, already eye humping a few girls around him.

And there it was. A familiar a**. Dark hair, but that didn't help. He leaned in to take a better look, but was wary. He didn't want to run into anything stank from the past. But... only way to find out... A free hand pinched the nice buxom a**, waiting for a strange slap on the face... or, well, a familiar slap in the face.

That typical smug little smirk of his melted away cleanly, his long ears stapled to his skull in hurt as he snarled and whined like a dog. He began to lean with his twisted fingers in a pitiful attempt to quell the twinges of pain.

“Is you! God, ya lil bi—owwwah!” The heavy weight of his a** grabbing was beginning to sink in, so was the regret. Of all people! Pulling his fingers free of her grip, he waggled them cautiously; glad to feel the blood rushing back to them. “Dun pretend ya didn’ like i’…” The Huichol snubbed his ex-babysitter and asked for a tuna fish sandwich and a water.

Hearing another snarky voice beside his own, We`rika leaned behind Alex. His eyes narrowed. Why was everyone taller than him? Even the Italian midget beside him could even rival his height. Patting Alex on the head, he smiled a big obnoxious smile. “N’aw, yer jes an ole ball and chain ain’ ya?” Consecutively hopping one seat behind him to avoid the little woman’s sharp claws… for now.

“Soo…” We`rika circled the rim of his water glass with his finger, smacking flakes of concrete from his shirt. “… Is tha’ hard ha’ jes a look or do ya ge’ yer hands dirty?” The subject change wasn’t only to have Alex stop glaring at him like that, but he was curious to find what this brother really did. He looked too upper-middle class to get his hands messy.

We`rika gaped like a fish, an angry fish. Alex knew how to bush is buttons so easily. That menstruating b***h! The Huichol grabbed his pecs and shook them like any proper hooker. "Ya know ya wan' these puppies!" He couldn't stand for being called ugly. It was illegal and intolerable.

"..... Speaking of puppies..." He took his plate and water in either hand and wrapped a heavy arm around Alex, using that extra height of his to look down her shirt; Brad was a little too tall to be used as a stand. ".... I never really go' ta thank ya properly fer bringin' tha' shi' machine into my apartmen' so... why dun we grab ourselves a booth and le' ya take care of th'bill, eh? Goood..." Not bothering to listen to her complaints or abuse, the shaman pushed her to an available booth, making sure to trap her in as he set beside her. "There....!" He smiled from ear to ear at Alex, her anger feeding his obnoxious and terrible behavior, before looking for Brad.

"So if yer no' elbow deep in cemen' all day, wha' do ya do consruc...tive...y?" Well that was a challenge. He checked his watch to check his time, leaning over the table to see if any one had started filing back to the site across the street.

((I'm such a godmoder XD Ahaha D< ))

Supporting his chin with a clawed hand, he leered back at Alex with a humorless smile and a witchy, mocking laugh. "I tried ta say no, bu' friggin' Sevilin! was cryin' when I tried ta throw i' away... " We`rika sighed and slumped further in the booth til his head was the only thing visible. "So yay now I ge' ta feed another mouth..." Narrowed eyes fell from Alex and and onto Brad.

But his lifeless expression and his long ears perked up as did his posture at the man's reply. "Really?" We`rika leaned over the table to listen to Brad. He always thought being an architect would be an incredible job, but with no GED or college diploma he was going no where for a long time. The Huichol offered Alex's brother his own toothy smile, but as an architect he was pretty sure Brad didn't know much about living from paycheck to paycheck.

Looking back at Alex, We`rika squealed victoriously with her. "I'mma jes glad I ain' related ta her... I'd prolly have had my balls cu' off pretty early..." We`rika made sure to scoot over an arms distance and, dusting off his hand, grabbed Brad's hand. "I'mma hafta borrow ya fer my lunch breaks from now on..."

Without even missing a beat, We`rika turned to Alex to reply as if they had been discussing the weather. "Yeah ya would have..." Eyebrows lifted, the Huichol smiled sweetly; a smile specifically constructed to rub anyone and everyone raw. He would have told her about his cousin, but it didn't seem the time and place. And technically he hadn't known he had a cousin prior and plus his cousin was a whoreface so... there was no stopping it.

Satisfied, We`rika turned back to the menu on the table, happy to see Brad succumbing to his willpower and empty wallet. "Whatever she loooves me..." Placing a hand around Alex's shoulder, he rubbed his head affectionately against her, making sure his sweat-soaked hair found as much skin as it could sully.

Watching the two order, his eyes darted to Brad and his generous offering to pay for it all. He looked down at his pitiful tuna fish sandwich he had every day here and looked up at the waiter and back at the menu and back at his tuna fish before pushing the plate away with one finger like a little kid. ".... Can I get a burger, rare with fries and a water..." We`rika's long ears perked up at his newfound freedom and selection, even if it was only for today.

"Sooo... How long have ya been architect... ing?" He felt bad for picking it back up again, but he was really curious.

"Owwah!" His ears fell against his shoulders as he whined halfheartedly, though Alex probably had smacked more sweat onto her hand than from his head with that blow. "She took my napkin... " Snuffing, he turned his attention back to Brad with an immature pout clinging to his lips. He discreetly watched the two have a spat of their own, though Brad seemed the only mature adult at the table as he let the shadow slide under the table.

With a dip in the conversation, We`rika leaned forward to see if work had resumed. And of course it had. ********. Oh well, he busted his a** for that job they could go suck it if he was late one day. He almost missed Brad's question as he peered out the window. The shaman inclined his head to Brad, ears perking up in attention even if his brown eyes were lazy. "Mmm no' so long... I'vea been workin' construction for only liiike ..... almos' two years. I was kinda... indisposed in my life until then... bu' I like i'. I' keeps me in shape and is no' bad money... Though I hope I won' be doin' i' for th'res' of my life..." We`rika stuck out his tongue in distaste at the thought of going nowhere in his life.

Seeing the waitress coming back over, he pulled his elbows off the table and watched her pass the plates around. When his nice fresh warm hamburger was laid in front of him, his ears wiggled in excitement. Gah this would be so exciting... and sad that this was the pinnacle of his day so far. He glanced around at what everyone else got, though he kept his gazes short and quick with Alex's food just in case before stuffing his face.

We`rika could feel the girl's little beady eyes on him and he glanced her way suspiciously. He watched her pick at her sandwich and almost flinched away when she came close to him, dropping the piece of meat onto his plate.

At her words, the Huichol's eyes narrowed and his bottom lip stuck out in consideration. "Perhaps..." Was the only thing he said before picking up the piece of meat and inhaling it. Still watching Alex, he chewed the gift warily and thoroughly before moving back to his own meal. He took another inedible size of his burger and began the five minute task of munching and turning and munching some more until it was small enough to swallow. He nodded to Brad as he listened, making an audible groan when he was asked a question. Especially that question. His ears perked and fell as his mood fluctuated on the matter.

"Wuu..." He couldn't even form a coherent word. He raised a hand in pending as he grappled with the meal in his mouth. He shoved most of it to one side, giving him big chipmunk cheeks. "I' could be better.... I work from 5am til 5pm on the weekdays cause I need the hours, I'lla pick up extra if they have any on Saturday... aaannd then Sunday is kinda us time... No' a lo' of i', bu' wha' can ya do, I guess..." We`rika felt unending guilt for Sevilin's isolation, but he didn't know how to help it. He needed the money badly.

"Well if YOU weren' such a bad influence on SEV'LIN--" We`rika stopped himself and just stuck his tongue out at Alex, turning his attention back to poor Brad. The shaman was really the biggest and baddest influence on his ward, but he never added to his own burden unlike sooome!! One of these days Sprinkles was going to have an accident. And then he'd buy Sevilin some nice loyal inexpensive fish.

He added a few more fries to his gaping maw and took a gulp of water to wash it all down. The Huichol was glad he wasn't the only single dad he ever met. It was comforting that there were others struggling, but happy to do so for a child. He listened to Brad attentively, though he fidgeted through his suggestion. We`rika was not a fan of handouts to help his bleeding heart. It was his mistakes and he wanted to pay for them himself. But that was selfish. It wasn't just him anymore. He had to think of Sevilin and if that meant swallowing his pride, he would. "Thanks.... that'd be grea'...."

The conversation hit another wall. Looking up, We`rika's lips curled over his long fangs slowly ready for attack. "N'aww yer jes a big ol maid aren' ya?" He could barely contain his manly squeal as he dug one more burn into Alex. But with the look on her face, We`rika's ears fell and he grabbed his plate, getting up and scooting Brad over. "I feel safer over here..."