Terrence Knight and Leon McNichol stood about ten feet apart, facing each other, unmoving. The merciless sun beat down, but they might as well have been
statues. From time to time a passerby would stop and look before moving on.
A cloud scuttled across the sky.
"What are they -doing-?" Purrfect Scrapper asked from her position high in the branches of a nearby tree. From her perch on the ledge that the tree
hung over, Net Sabre chuckled.
"They're staying cool," she said. Sammy gave her a puzzled look.
Out in the plaza, a woman -- a civilian, by her dress -- stopped and looked thoughtful, then smiled to herself and stepped up to Terrence. She leaned close to
him, whispering something into his ear. His only reaction was to cock his head to listen, then shake his head.
"Well... if you're sure..." the woman said. Terrence mumbled something that neither of the observers could make out.
"Okay, I suppose. Can... can I at least give you my number? Just, y'know, in case?"
Terrence blushed, but accepted a slip of paper and a kiss on the cheek from the woman, who sighed sadly and moved on. He waited until she had vanished from
sight, then held up the slip with an air of triumph. Leon smirked in response.
"Five-five-five, six-seven, six-eight?" he inquired. Terrence looked at the slip, then stared at Leon in puzzlement.
"Yeah. How'd you know?"
"How did he know?" Sammy asked Net, who held up one gauntlet in a 'shush' gesture.
Leon grinned and shrugged. "She gave me her number yesterday."
"This is stupid, you know," Terrence said.
"Hey, just admit it. You've got style, Knight, but c'mon -- you know I'm the best.."
"In your dreams, McNichol."
"Meatshield."
"Geek."
"... I'm not the one with the anime collection, Terrence."
"Shut up."
--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs
statues. From time to time a passerby would stop and look before moving on.
A cloud scuttled across the sky.
"What are they -doing-?" Purrfect Scrapper asked from her position high in the branches of a nearby tree. From her perch on the ledge that the tree
hung over, Net Sabre chuckled.
"They're staying cool," she said. Sammy gave her a puzzled look.
Out in the plaza, a woman -- a civilian, by her dress -- stopped and looked thoughtful, then smiled to herself and stepped up to Terrence. She leaned close to
him, whispering something into his ear. His only reaction was to cock his head to listen, then shake his head.
"Well... if you're sure..." the woman said. Terrence mumbled something that neither of the observers could make out.
"Okay, I suppose. Can... can I at least give you my number? Just, y'know, in case?"
Terrence blushed, but accepted a slip of paper and a kiss on the cheek from the woman, who sighed sadly and moved on. He waited until she had vanished from
sight, then held up the slip with an air of triumph. Leon smirked in response.
"Five-five-five, six-seven, six-eight?" he inquired. Terrence looked at the slip, then stared at Leon in puzzlement.
"Yeah. How'd you know?"
"How did he know?" Sammy asked Net, who held up one gauntlet in a 'shush' gesture.
Leon grinned and shrugged. "She gave me her number yesterday."
"This is stupid, you know," Terrence said.
"Hey, just admit it. You've got style, Knight, but c'mon -- you know I'm the best.."
"In your dreams, McNichol."
"Meatshield."
"Geek."
"... I'm not the one with the anime collection, Terrence."
"Shut up."
--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs