«We Could Be Legends»

[Cluckcluck1215]

Toby looked at Jessi eyes wide in shock. He looked at Wolfram with sympathy, but didn't say anything. Jessi stood up and walked to Wolfram. "I'm so sorry." She said.

Wolfram snarled quietly, but Didnt put up a fight. He looked like he was fighting back tears."Just leave me alone."

 

[HoodedHuntress]

Virio offered no consolation, finding the situation rather touching, because it reminded him of how he was when he figured out how his mother had died. But he had never gone to a restaurant and screamed at a woman who was doing her job. He had fought boys his own age, cried and yelled in private, but never do something as low to that. She was doing her job, the poor girl, and she was overloaded. And to a woman...Victor had developed a high sense of chivalry over the years, as instructed by his father, so that was unacceptable to him. Returning to the bar, he quickly ordered and simply kept quiet, minding his business.

 

[HoodedHuntress]

Doing her best to ignore the fight (?) brewing at the other table, she noticed the fox girl give her a wave. Taking a deep breath, she walked over to her table, her backpack and hoverboard floating after her. "Hi, I'm Brisa," she said, sliding into a seat.

Yris gave her a smile, and waved once more in a friendly, bubbly manner. It was clear her dedication to being kind and welcoming was overt, something she showed proudly. She replied agreeably "I'm Yris, I love your name by the way." She then added in a quiter tone, yet genuine, "Thank you for coming and sitting with me, I wanted nothing to do with the fight, just a talk with someone."

 

[FrankieDoodle]

Wolfram snarled quietly, but Didnt put up a fight. He looked like he was fighting back tears."Just leave me alone."

Jessi nodded, and walked back to her table and sat down, occasionally looking back at him.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Jessi nodded, and walked back to her table and sat down, occasionally looking back at him.

Wolfram glanced at her again, but looked away.

 

[HeavensHens88]

Bleddyn leaned over the pile of various shoes that had clustered by the front door and sifted through them. She picked up a decomposing sneaker and, for some unknown reason, took a whiff.

She gagged and pitched it across the porch. It landed with a cabinet-rattling thud at the mouth of the kitchen. That had to be one of Dad's. Not only were his the most odiferous and worn, but neither she or Mom had feet that big.
Technically, no one in the neighborhood had a shoe size near comparable to Connor Asfaw's. Her father being a wolfman, she guessed that was excusable.
But that didn't mean he was exempt from the constant teasing.

She resumed her sorting, mindlessly picking through the foot clothing like she picked her regular clothing- not having a selection in mind because she didn't intend to deviate from her daily norm in the first place.

"Give it up, Dyn. We know all too well you're not going to put anything on your feet."

Bleddyn sighed and forcefully flung a rogue flip-flop to oblivion. "Morning to you too, D a d." Without turning around, she sang a hypothesis. "Betcha Mom's right behind you, poking the perk out of your hair because, 'for the millionth time, her name's not Dyn!', amiright?" Her father's name for his daughter wasn't exactly appreciated by Ash, and it'd become quite the eternal feud between them- without, you know, actual fighting in any form.

Connor barked one of his impossibly deep guffaws and swept his daughter up in a spinning hug. Ever reflexive, Bleddyn's fist promptly freed itself from his embrace and lightly connected with his cheek.

Bleddyn was instantly dropped and left to neatly barrel roll back to a defiant posture. She slouched against the black quartz counter, a glare of nonplussed boredom smudged across her face in an attempt at regaining dignity. "I said no suffocating hugs, Dad."

Ash's muffled hilarity at her husband's inept adolescent handling skills had Bleddyn fighting giggles of her own. Fleeing the sappy exchange she knew came next, Bleddyn snatched a wordless teal ballcap and skipped out onto the porch. "Guarantee some of the crew's at the pancake house and I'm going. Try not to kill Mom with your hugs while I'm gone, D a d." A protest might've been voiced, but it meant nothing to her once she was enfolded by the welcoming wind.

After cutting through their dew-heavy side lawn, Bleddyn reached the sidewalk and hopped onto her constantly toted skateboard. It was only then she realized today might not have been the most opportune day to forget her sweatshirt.
She quickly weighed her choices- be cold, or subject herself to a possible fate by embrace- and ultimately decided a little chill never hurt anyone.
Besides, depressive drizzling- since when was that not the perfect day?

She dove for her phone as it popped from her back pocket. She tapped it to life, but was greeted with the despised icon of signal inexistence. Who needs it, and onto the sheltered porch cushions it was adroitly flung, a good five yards.

Already blissfully drenched, Bleddyn contentedly sailed down the road.

Bleddyn flipped her board over her foot as she approached the pancake house, sending it sailing into some convenient bushes. She flung open the door, exercising her usual forceful approach to everything.
As soon as she set foot inside, her senses were assaulted by the brilliant fanfare of breakfast. It was impossible not to close one's eyes to fully take in the experience, and she did just that.
The smells of wholesome carbohydrates cooking to a slightly imperfect crisp...the chatter of gossip too angsty to remain confined to just one clique...the rattling of dishware cleaned just a bit too vigorously by kids perhaps a bit too young to be legal workers....the indistinct mutter of the various miniature television sets in each booth
that no one really paid attention to...

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Bleddyn flipped her board over her foot as she approached the pancake house, sending it sailing into some convenient bushes. She flung open the door, exercising her usual forceful approach to everything.
As soon as she set foot inside, her senses were assaulted by the brilliant fanfare of breakfast. It was impossible not to close one's eyes to fully take in the experience, and she did just that.
The smells of wholesome carbohydrates cooking to a slightly imperfect crisp...the chatter of gossip too angsty to remain confined to just one clique...the rattling of dishware cleaned just a bit too vigorously by kids perhaps a bit too young to be legal workers....the indistinct mutter of the various miniature television sets in each booth
that no one really paid attention to...

Taylor looked up from her phone, Mapleshade glaring at her from a booth. She looked at the girl who had stepped in."Hi."She greeted her, smiling."All the seats are pretty much full, you can sit with me if you like."

 

[RiverStorm]

Bleddyn flipped her board over her foot as she approached the pancake house, sending it sailing into some convenient bushes. She flung open the door, exercising her usual forceful approach to everything.
As soon as she set foot inside, her senses were assaulted by the brilliant fanfare of breakfast. It was impossible not to close one's eyes to fully take in the experience, and she did just that.
The smells of wholesome carbohydrates cooking to a slightly imperfect crisp...the chatter of gossip too angsty to remain confined to just one clique...the rattling of dishware cleaned just a bit too vigorously by kids perhaps a bit too young to be legal workers....the indistinct mutter of the various miniature television sets in each booth
that no one really paid attention to...

Good thing she came here after the 'drama' or else I'd be dragging her out of a fight, Camilla thought as she saw Bleddyn walk in.
She almost waved her over, then noticed the girl talking to her, and she decided against it, if Bleddyn accepted, it would do her some good to talk to someone other than Camilla or her parents.

 

[Thing2]

Yris gave her a smile, and waved once more in a friendly, bubbly manner. It was clear her dedication to being kind and welcoming was overt, something she showed proudly. She replied agreeably "I'm Yris, I love your name by the way." She then added in a quieter tone, yet genuine, "Thank you for coming and sitting with me, I wanted nothing to do with the fight, just a talk with someone."

"Thanks, same. I'm pretty shy, so thanks for inviting me over. I think I've seen you in school before." Bris answered.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

"It's so busy here. We should've went somewhere else." Toby said, then added "wanna here something depressing?" "You mean more depressing then that guy losing his mom?" Jessi interrupted. "No, I have to take Alpha on a walk after we leave, but it's cold and wet and I forgot an umbrella." Toby said. "Why use an umbrella when you have wings?" Jessi said and flared her wings out. She pulled them back in quickly when they almost hit a waiter walking by. "Um, hello, I don't have wings." Toby said, watching as the waiter glared at Jessi.