It was amazing how a simple thing such as a slurpee had turned into a furious little girl and a hefty responsibility.
Powweh rested his tired head on his hands, and stared at the little girl seated across from himself hopelessly. Her bright blue eyes were concentrating so hard on the spoon clenched between her little fist on the table that he wouldn't have been surprised if it burst into flames. He gently pushed the glass bowl full of untouched banana split towards her.
Mumbling something reproachful under her breath, along the lines of "piss off", she turned her attention to the setting sun outside the window next to their booth. The scene was beautiful; the sun was shedding it's final rays of the day, and the horizon was that of a warm pink. Scaling up, the pink faded into a light purple which stars glittered against like gems.
Sanyu sighed, her cerulean eyes danced majestically, and for a moment her frown melted into a soft smile... Which almost immediately snapped back to her sour face at the sharp tap of Pows' own spoon against the bowl. "I hope you like soup," he continued to watch her with his brown eyes while taking a few breaks to scoop and dump the chocolatey goop back into the mushy pool. "Because this ice cream won't wait for-ev-err~" he chimed. He hoped that this treat would over shadow his act, which he was now deeply sorry for and ashamed of, but she was a stubborn one. Which in many cases can be a good thing, some bad. But he had just known her now for over an hour.. maybe she'd come through. For both of their sakes, it'd be a good thing. From what information he gathered over the duration of his life, ice cream was a childs delight, but she didn't seem too eager to indulge in the frozen dessert.
"Well, I
cann~" she mocked, brushing a tassel of her orchid hair behind her ear. As far as Sanyu cared, she would rather sleep at this parlour for the rest of her years than go back to this-this
disgusting, foul, nasty guys house. And she wasn't about to forgive him for what he had done just because he bought her the biggest banana fudge split the lanky waiter could carry, either. Even if he
did apologize a bagillion times..
What he had done indeed. In fear of one of his kidneys bursting, it was almost sensible...
almost.
The book store had closed, and after making sure his manager duties were taken care of and that everything was tidy and in place, Pow headed home. Fortunately he didn't live too far away from location, so it was easier to walk to and back from the job. (And it did save alot on the inflating gas costs.)
Pow decided to take a quick detour and stopped in one of the convenience stores and grabbed a large slurpee to relinquish his thirst. Well, that it did, but it also helped his bladders capacity reach its' brim. Quickening his pace, he made about six more strides until he had to do some quick thinking. Dancing on the spot, he made a dash for a huddle of bushes off to the side of what looked like a mansion. Button.. fly.. tug.. relief..
"
Waaaaah!"
An ear piercing shriek and a flash of bright hair nearly made Powweh jump out of his skin as it bolted out from one of the bushes he was next to nearly milliseconds later. Quickly zipping up (cautiously none the less), he staggered as fast as he could behind what he distinguished as a little girl.
"
You!" she turned at the door to face him with a wave of orchid hair that matched closely to the shade of her enraged face. "You stupid,
stupid, nasty- ahh!" She tugged at the hem of her little black dress in disgust and wrung it out while some of the same yellow liquid that piddled onto the door step trailed down her little bandaged legs. Not her own liquid, mind you. "
I-hate-you!" She took a swift kick to his shin as he watched mortified, before busting into the mansion door.
"I'm sorry!" he gasped into the echoing home before buckling onto the step, clutching at where she had struck him. That was going to leave a mark. She had some kind of force for a young thing..
