[PRP] Let's Play A Game... [Guouli x Zindel]

[Gl!tch~]

Guo and Zin bond over video games.

 

[Gl!tch~]

Arcades were pretty freaking sweet. Sure, there was the loud, colorful crap the wigglers played with. That themed s**t that was all cartoony and kid-friendly and stuff. You just had to tune it out until you got to the real games. The ones in various corners, the tall booths with fake guns attached and the screen blinking text about zombies or killer robots. That was gonna be a good time.

Guouli himself was here for the newest Reanimated Gross Carcasses 7: The Skin-Ripping Horde. He was so prepared to get totally wasted. Magazines said it was supposed to be hard, disgusting, and paralyzingly horrifying.

And he was gonna get the best goddamn score on the thing. He rummaged through his sweatpants for some tokens to start the game up. There were enough guns for two people, but he was lacking a bro at the moment. That was fine, though. A solo run would be awesome in its petrifying loneliness among the daywalkers.

Hogdad was there, too, but more interested in the candy machines. When were they gonna get snacks? The lusus had no interest in the spooky stuff. Gore was gore, and life, though he was slightly unnerved by his charge's continual overzealous interest in it. But, at least the kid was out in public and not holing himself up in the hive, staring at a screen all night. Fresh air and moonlight would do him good.

quite uneventful

*FINALLY SLAMS THIS DOWN*

 

[quite uneventful]

Where in the name of ******** was he.

Zindel had been outside in the middle of a dance routine with his troupe, when a sudden downpour made the group around him disperse. Even his group bolted when the water came pouring, leaving him stuck in the brunt of it with nothing to cover or even dry himself with. Or well, at least he could count this as a bath, but after standing out in the rain for too long scraping at any dirt spot upon his body, the redblood started getting cold, and already with how far he was from his hive, he knew he was doomed to be sick. He was wondering if he could find a place to bow out under until the rain stopped, but even with Wrenmom helping him search for somewhere to go, the chances he'd find a place were slim. Wrenmom chirped a little, telling him to just go somewhere, that it really didn't matter, it was the city after all and if he begged enough they'd just turn a blind eye toward a redblood, right? Zindel was tempted to let her chirps sway him into entering the nearest establishment, but chances were, for even stepping in their store he'd be cursed out. Especially wet.

It might've been better to just stay wet, but Wrenmom was suddenly feeling one of her rare "I'm responsible of you" moments and nipped at his neck insistently, a click of his tongue showing defiance before groaning and entering the nearest place that seemed like a shop. Or well, wasn't... a shop, he guessed, from what he was currently seeing. There were many rectangular boxes with moving pictures, like TVs but looping. He could understand very little, and what he saw was not very friendly either-- A lot of fast movement, shooting, etc. Pushing his sopping wet hair from his face, Zindel didn't walk inside completely, instead ringing himself out in the area near the door where no one saw him. He stayed near the door, watching the rain fall and waiting for even a little chance to be able to go back somewhere where he knew where he was.

Gl!tch~

hEY HELLO THERE please dont kill my poor baby

 

[Gl!tch~]

Most of the other trolls in the establishment had been around for a bit. Guouli himself had no idea what the weather was like, too focused on the zombie game. He was getting closer and closer to hitting the lowest score on the top three list, but he was on his last life. As his character turned a corner, a rotting barkbeast jumped at his face. "s**t!"

The screen went black, then splashed virtual blue blood. Guouli screamed another cuss, repeatedly. He was so close, just to be ambushed by that? The kid felt half a nerve to crack the screen.

Hogdad rushed over at the yelling. His first priority was to calm Guo down. He kept mentioning things like not wanting to get blacklisted at the arcade. The oinkbeast knew saying anything like 'it's just a game' would make things worse.

Hands balled into fists, Guo was glaring around so he wouldn't have to make eye contact with his concerned lusus. Very petulant, and pointedly.

As he scanned around, someone new was coming in the door. A reblood, soaking wet. Guo guessed it was raining. And no shoes? Huh. But the wheels in his head started turning.

The frown flipped upside down, slowly and not at all pleasant. "Hey, you!" Guo called out to Zindel.

quite uneventful

HeY BuDDY