Sky Min (gotsomebite) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-02-21 09:03:00 |
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St. Namorados Day had been, to Sky’s best estimation, better than he expected it to be. There was nothing like celebrating such a mushy holiday than by giving the mushy couples a nice cold and wet dose of reality, and though he hadn’t been able to hide from all his (and later, Pyr’s) victims, he’d been able to hide from most. Those who did see him likely either wouldn’t recognize nor bump into him, anyway; the city was really big, after all, and Sky knew to stay away from the scene of the crime for a couple of days, just in case. With a whistle on his lips and his hands stuffed into his pockets, Sky wandered the streets of the bazaar. The decorations were still up, but now there was the added bonus of all the themed products being priced down for clearance sales. He wondered if he should swing by the Baker’s Dozen to see if they had any marked down treats, too -- or, better yet, if any of them were now used as free samples. His mouth watering, Sky diverted his course towards the bakery. It wouldn’t hurt to check! Unfortunately for Sky, one of the people who did see him was the vengeful type — even if no real harm had been done, and it had been more amusing than his date. Rivalen still hadn’t appreciated it and plotted how to get even. Not in a malicious, bodily harm (much) way, just a little lesson. He could turn a blind eye to the tormenting of the Dragoon’s dog, but when they messed with him? Well, that was a whole different ballgame. His mind was not on that though, relaxed and heading to his cousin’s delightful bakery. He keeps his walk easy, his distance careful, until Sky diverted his course. Both eyebrows going up at that realization, Rivalen shifted his stance and waited. Well, today was his lucky day then. The young thief was barely paying attention to where he was going; he had enough gil to pay for whatever he wanted from Rene’s and then some, from his earlier excursions into the pockets of many of the citizens of Emillion, and so there was no need to keep an eye out for easy targets. He could, he supposed, if he really wanted to, but his one track mind sent him barreling towards the Baker’s Dozen without much of a care for anything else. As he walked, he thought of cupcakes and brownies and cookies -- sure, they might all be colored in pinks and reds and shaped like hearts and cherubs, but it was enough to keep Sky’s mind occupied as he put a skip to his step and picked up his pace. Oh, he could taste all of the delicious, wonderful sweets already! And then from out of nowhere, Rivalen came barreling from the side making a clear aim for Sky’s side and planning the final destination in being the huge snowbank that had been shoveled on the side. The Samurai understood that this was not particularly kind (well, no shit — his mind reminded him helpfully). “Hah.” “Oof!” Sky exclaimed as a rush of cold and wet whiteness enveloped him. He tried to move to break his fall -- never mind that the snow would do that for him, but he hadn’t the time to think about that -- but the ambush (yes, ambush) was so sudden that he instead wound up with a mouth full of snow. “Wha da fug!” He spat out the snow and clamored out of the snowbank, turning to reel on the clumsy ass who -- oh. Shit. “You!” Rivalen’s smile was shark-like as he stared down at Sky, oh how he felt so thoroughly satisfied by such a petty action (he regretted nothing). “Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it?” He was vaguely tempted to offer his hand and help Sky get up, but he didn’t bother just yet. Let Sky learn a lesson, they can fuck around with anyone else and he won’t make a peep; the moment they try anything on him? Everything goes. "Why you...!" Sky tried to get back on his feet but promptly fell back into the bank. Gritting his teeth, he scrambled up one more time, his hands curling into fists. He wasn't quite sure what he was going to do, but he felt he ought to do something. "What did I ever do to you?!" Though Sky knew; it'd been too hard to resist the temptation, and he knew he had seen him. Still, hopefully playing the fool would help. Maybe. Rivalen laughed; this kid was entertaining and his fools act was good, very good. If Rivalen didn’t know better he would’ve doubted himself for a moment; instead he shook his head, “That might work on someone else, but I saw you.” “Now, come on, you better get inside or you’ll catch a cold.” Which would have been Rivalen’s fault but, revenge was revenge. Sky almost huffed and walked away -- Sky Min did not get sick, and screw this guy, seriously -- but he was wet and cold and maybe, just maybe, he could get a hot chocolate out of him. "Fine, fine," he grumbled. |