i thought bad things only happened to good people

[inflori]

CHARACTERS: Conchita | unfavoured and Shitbaby | inflori
WHERE: Subspace, where else
WHEN: lol what are timelines
SUMMARY: time to shit on each other
WARNINGS: all of them.

[ It's shocking, but true: Petre doesn't spend every single second playing Bout It Out, or screaming at people he doesn't like. Sometimes he goes out to have some real fun with real things, spending serious cash at the fancy shopping center, or spending a little less cash when he goes to the very welcoming Subspace. The only reason he considers it welcoming is because several people know him by now; they consider his occasional sharp fangs and black eyes amazing bodymods, and can't get enough of how much of an unrepentant asshole he is (with a mean right-hook to match).

One of his favorite things about Concordia so far? All the food he gets to try. (that includes people AHEM) Today's edition has him walking around a dodgy street-market-like place. It's everything you'd expect it to be: full of steam, strange and appetizing new smells, vendors pushing on samples to passers-by. He tries every one, of course. Sometimes he's daring enough to just pluck something off the counter and be yelled at until he runs off, until he just bumps into a booth with... what are those? Worms? Worm-fish? Alien-worm-fish? Whatever they are, they're still alive, and apparently that's how you're supposed to eat them. The vendors warn that they're extremely hot by nature, and you're not supposed to have more than one a day, unless you want you get violently ill.

Naturally, Petre buys ten.

And off he goes, popping one into his mouth every now and then, eating each Alien-worm-fish off a plastic box in three chewy bites. Sometimes he even hums lightheartedly while he does it. They're not nearly as hot as he thought they would be (but then he's like, made of fire). Still delicious tho. ]

Comments

[inflori]

[ The smile goes absolutely nowhere. He's just as smug as ever, chewing with his molar teeth. ]

You know, you're actually kinda pretty. It's a shame.

[unfavoured]

[ Her expression doesn't change - much, at least. She just frowns slightly, more in mild annoyance than anything else, but remains entirely unimpressed. She crosses her arms over the table, leaning back slightly as Petre is still there. ]

You're not my type. [ As in, you're not even human. And you're like twelve. Gross. ] I'm sure your little friends miss you. Go bother them.

[inflori]

Yeah, but they're not here.

[ Which is they miss you. Except no one misses him ever. Weak, Parker. ]

What were you eating? What do you eat anyway?

[unfavoured]

[ How can anyone stand this human-shaped massive turd is beyond her. ]

Dust. [ And then, again: ] Go away.

[inflori]

[ wow Parker i didn't know you liked to talk to yourself ]

No. I wanna talk. You know, that thing normal people do to interact? It is why you punched Angel, isn't it? 'Cause you wanted a normal conversation.

[ Poor baby!!!!!!!!! ]

[unfavoured]

[ Good comeback, toddler. Thanks for playing. Do not pass Go. Do not collect $200.

Parker leans back slightly on the bench she is sitting on, uncrossing her arms slowly. Her eyes on his, her expression unchanging. She doesn't reat to his words, looking more bored than anything else. Then she arches her eyebrows up, not in a surprised way, but condescending. ]

If I wanted a normal conversation, you people would be the last place I would look.

[inflori]

[ fuk u i'll steal all the dolla i want ]

Who would you talk to, then. [ And he chomps on another wiggling worm. ] The cool kids?

[unfavoured]

[ Parker stares at him for a while longer, trying to understand if he is this dense or if it's an act. She is inclined to go with the former. ]

Sure.

[ She puts her hands on the table and pushes herself up on her feet. Gives him a look that says "you are not a cool kid" and turns around to leave. ]

[inflori]

[ He might be offended normally, but. It's actually really fun to annoy her, whether she gets pissed off or not.

So he follows, barely a step behind. ]

Don't be a bitch.

[unfavoured]

[ If he didn't look like he was old enough to be over the thirteen-years-old mark, maybe she would understand his attitude. As it is, his petulant, spoiled child demeanour only serves to make her roll her eyes and cement her opinion of him: nothing but a brainless dickhead that apparently has found his place in this nest of brainless dickheads. Some people just get stuck in teenager years, it seems.

With him following him, and calling her names that she doesn't pay the least amount of attention to (if she did, her energy would run out pretty fast, with the amount of offensive remarks she gets hurled at her on a daily basis), Parker simply keeps on walking while completely ignoring his presence.

Not worth her time at all, it seems. ]

[inflori]

[ How long can she ignore him? Probably forever, unless Petre really puts his mind into it. (Momma told me I could be anything, so I became a little shit. She's dead now) So he throws one of those slippery, wiggling worms at her hair. It so just happens to get stuck. womp womp ]