[PRP] Hot tempers meet (Popo + Andrew) (finished)

[phantompanther13]

Ever since the library incident, Andrew hadn’t been too keen on leaving his room. But boredom drove him out again. It wasn’t like he had had any permanent damage. Only problem was, he had lost his phone, and had no one to talk to unless he actually left.

That was what brought him out and too some of the higher rooms of the demon dorms. Maybe he could find someone to ease the boredom. (That and Danny had an incredible ability to find him in his room. She was just too touchy for his tastes.) He had remembered to bring a set of cards in his pockets, just in case. He took up residence in one of the lounges on the second floor, shuffling the cards with a fairly bored look on his face.  

[Bittiface]

Loud music blared from the bedroom of Popo. The door was wide open, and out shimmied a ghoul no taller than four feet. She was wiggling and bumpin', dancin' like no one was watching.

She jumped and jived right into some boil messing with her groove.

A squeak and a glare were cast at the boil, her tail aflame. Both fists came up, ready to beat up who ever messed with her groove!  

[phantompanther13]

Well, he would have been bored if he hadn't notice a smaller imp come dancing out of her room dancing like no tomorrow. She danced right out and crashed into him. He didn't even think about moving in time and it was not his fault she hadn't looked.

Danny had mentioned something about another fire imp running about, was this her? Her tail was on fire now. Though she looked ready to fight him... and he stood about a foot taller then her.

"Hey, you crashed into me." he scowled at her. "Watch where you are going." he shoved his card deck in his pocket, tail matching her in agitation. He stepped away and not towards the tiny fists. He wasn't scared, he just preferred not to make anymore physical contact with a stranger then necessary.  

[Bittiface]

Oh? Was he scared? Scared of the fierce and mighty Popo? The imp grinned wildly, jabbing her fists at air in front of her. Yeaaaah ain't nobody can handle Popo!

The ghoul chuckled impishly, her hands coming to clasp behind her back as she stared up at the boil. If he tried to walk away, she would step in front of him. Yes. She would not let him leave.

Not yet.  

[phantompanther13]

She didn't say anything just... oh no. He knew that grin. He's seen it a hundred times before, on his friends back home. What was she planning? Maybe his room was the best place to be after all.

No running would only encourage it. He shifted his weight back onto his other foot.

"I'm Andrew... who are you?" he has a feeling he knew, but easier to introduce and get the correct name than to look like a fool.  

[Bittiface]

"Popo." She replied with a smug look on her face.

She pointed to the other student with a flourish of her wrist.

"Slave."  

[phantompanther13]

"No." oh no, she was not claiming ownership over him. He was the only one who would call the shot. his wings opened and he allowed fire to burn in his hands, pulling himself up to the max of his small, but taller then her, height. "Your new name is now midget." He wasn't actually going to fight her. But words were fighting too.  

[Bittiface]

Oh Hell No!

Popo growled, hands on her hips and puffing her flat chest out proudly. She pointed to him again. "Worm Food!"  

[phantompanther13]

She did not just take it there, she did.

"Yellow bellied sap sucker." the fire was gone, but he knew this game well. a small smirk tugged on his face.  

[Bittiface]

Oh this was just fun now! Sure, Popo didn't like talking. But name calling? She was game. It involved far less syllables than actual conversation.

"Toe Jam Licker!"  

[phantompanther13]

"Artless bat-fowling barnacle." the words rolled off his tongue, the name of the game, keep this up until one of them gave up.

And he was good at it.  

[Bittiface]

Popo stood still, almost frozen in time. She still looked smug, save for a small twitch of her brow. What had he just called her? No, seriously. Poppy never heard of it. This slave was so strange.

".....Dum-dum Stupid Head." She said flatly with an angry pout.  

[phantompanther13]

"Is that the best you can do?" Awe she wasn't giving up already? "I mean really, you can be more creative then that." honestly if they were going to play the insult game.

"Or do you just have mold for brains?" not in line with the usual pattern, but, really, she couldn't keep up with him.  

[Bittiface]

Mould for brains!? Popo gasped in horror, offended. So offended. She most certainly did not have mould for brains! The nerve! Poppy's pride wounded, she puffed up again, the flame on her tail flickering like an angry candle in a breeze.

"Turd for Brains!" She yelped, flushing a brighter red than her skin already was. Words were not her specialty. She rarely used words. Sentences were a big No-No for her.  

[phantompanther13]

He just frowned at her clearly disappointed.

"Are you even trying, midget? I mean, do I hear an echo? Maybe I should name you echo, or baby Parrotlet. Yes, Parrotlet is much more suiting than midget." Never mind that he had whipped her into a full on rage.

"Want to play cards?" apparently he didn't even consider her anger a danger.

Bittiface