"Ew. That one's horrible."
A partially eaten cupcake goes sailing over Faolian's shoulder, landing with a splat on the sidewalk behind her. It is immediately set upon by the pidgeons who line the shop roof's just for this reason.
"Well, we'll cross Sweet Treats off our list," Bob replied, X-ing wildly in the air before him.
Today, Faolian and Bob had decided to find the perfect cupcake on Elm Street. Seeing as there were quite a few candy/sweet shops, this had turned into an afternoon stealing event.
One would think it would cost a lot of money, but really, it was free. Bob just ambled in, pocketed two treats, and ambled out.
It wasn't stealing, because they way they reasoned...whatever shop had the best cupcake would receive daily business from the pair, and whatever shop had nasty cupcakes shouldn't have been selling them anyway.
"Gah! Gotta tie my shoe!" Faolian plopped down on a bench, and retied the fraying shoe string. Bob lept lightly onto the bench, and perched on the part where one's back rests.
A young man ambles along the street.
Red hair is his most striking quality, or perhaps the way he wears a t-shirt in this weather, or perhaps the cheerful green eyes, or perhaps the way he taps Bob on the shoulder and asks inquiringly, "May I have one?"
He can do that kind of thing. He's a god, you see.
Bob and Faolian both have extremely different reactions.
Faolian is rather excited that someone else sees Bob. (Also, maybe in the back of her head, it confirms the fact that she's not crazy.) She grins at the red-haired man, and hugs Bob's arm.
Bob, on the other hand, shrugs his slim shoulders. He doesn't seem shocked in the least that this guy can see him. "Sorry, mate. I wouldn't want you to eat the ones from *that* store. They were a disappointment." He smiles an easy grin. "Tag along, and you can try the next batch?" His blue haired head gestures towards the bakery down the street.
"Goodo. I like lemon icing. For the record."
He waves cheerily at Faolian. "Hallo, dear."
Lee is one for being blatant about being himself. It draws more attention that way.
He craves attention, that he does.
