Nananana na na na na...

[toheirishuman]

Who: John Egbert and you!
Where: The Plaza and/or the grocery store that I'm assuming Vatheon has
When: 10/17/12
Status: Open
Style: Going action because I'm feeling lazy but I'll follow whatever.

A: Plaza
[If you happen to be out at the plaza today, you may come across something small, black, and furry flapping through the air and squeaking loudly. Occasionally, it bumps into a wall or a person (perhaps even you!), almost as though it doesn't quite have the hang of this flying thing down just yet.]

[Upon closer inspection, one would discover that it's a fruit bat wearing a blue bandana. Around its eyes are square, grey markings and it...appears to have buckteeth. Somehow. Yeah, if you know him then it's pretty obvious who this little guy is.]

B: Grocery Store
[Eventually, John manages to find his way to his goal: the grocery store. Why? Because it's lunchtime, he's starving, and that totally fruit aisle has his name on it. While it doesn't take him much effort to locate the fresh fruit, he does manage to knock quite a few things over on his way there. Definitely going to need a clean up on aisle four. But does John care?]

[Nope.]

[Nor does he seem to care how potentially unsanitary it is for him to be eating an apple right in the middle of the display...]

Comments

A

[shippingmath]

[Dirk came across the Egbat a while ago, actually. He came through the plaza on his way to get milk There was none in the house, and suddenly this week that seemed like a tragedy and the flitting caught his eye.

Since then he's been standing out of the way of the traffic. It's hard to tell, since he has his sunglasses on, but he's been staring for a while now. It's kind of creepy, actually. And his tail's twitching.]

[toheirishuman]

[John, meanwhile, hadn't noticed the elder Strider at all. He was much more preoccupied with trying to master flying. Somehow it was so much easier back in the Medium. Hell, even when he had god tier troll wings that one time, it was easier than this nonsense. but he's sort of getting the hang of it now, oh wit no, he just bumped into Dirk's chest.]

[Good Job, John. Good job.]

[shippingmath]

[Very good job. At least Dirk will catch him, instead of letting him bounce back.]

You suck at this.

[ghostytrainer]

[A frown and an indignant squeak! Hey. Hey. He's trying, okay? He doesn't see YOU having to deal with flappy wings there, buddy.]

[shippingmath]

Just saying it like it is. Maybe you'd be better if you paid attention to what's ahead of you.

[toheirishuman]

[Squeak squeak! That's what he's been trying to do but coordination is hard. It's hard and nobody understands. It doesn't help that Rose has been carrying him everywhere and confining him to a blanket burrito for the past few days. Neither of those are very good ways to practice this.]

[And that's when he catches sight of Dirk's ears. Taking off from his hands, John lands on his head and immediately begins poking at them. Just because he can.]

[shippingmath]

[It's completely fair that he's been blanket-burrito'd for the past few days, because that is cute. John will just have to accept his fate.

And Dirk would go on commenting on that if John didn't start poking at his ears, which immediately start twitching.]

Stop that.

[toheirishuman]

[A squeak that is very clearly meant to be "no!" As John continues prodding Dirk's ears. Hehe, they twitch.]

[shippingmath]

[Yes, they twitch. And after a moment, they're no longer there, because they're twisted around in the typical "angry cat" setting.]