Wildfire Jul 27, 2017 2:09:33 GMT
Post by Big Baby Bubby Daniel on Jul 27, 2017 2:09:33 GMT
(Continued from Daniel’s RP)
"Hey there, Masko." Daniel greets his partner, taking a seat across from him. "Sorry I’m late, did anything happen?"
"No." He pauses. "...That Spanish for no." He glances aside to a table across the restaurant. "The fiery woman and Chiyoko, they just sit down. They are getting water. Can we get water, Daniel? El Masko thirsts."
"Whatever you want, buddy." He looks around for a moment before hunching over the table, speaking in a hushed tone. "Has Camber done anything that seems threatening?"
"Why would this Camper do that?" Masko frowns. "Is she not a fan?"
"...Masko, they’ve fought each other almost constantly since Chiyoko joined. There’s no way in hell she’s a fan."
"...But... she bought the tickets, Daniel. To the raffles." Masko tilts his head. "And the Billiard Pricing Gun, he say that only fan can buy tickets, right? So she must be fan. She must just be real lucky fan..." He pauses again before hanging his head sadly. "...El Masko buy three ticket..."
"That doesn’t mean th- wait, three tickets? Weren’t those things, like, five bucks a pop?"
"El Masko, he really wanted to have dinner with the Chiyok." He nods. "El Masko big fan."
"...Well, be that as it m-"
"El Masko have one of her shirts."
"Well. That’s nice and a-"
"It say ‘Bunny Brigade’."
"...That’s swell, Mask, b-"
"El Masko very proud of shirt. It has bunny on front, with the ears that go flop flop flop!" El Masko rests his wrists on his head, flapping his hands as if they were bunny ears. Daniel stares blankly. "...Daniel, I hear them say ‘You are staring into El Masko too long. El Masko, he stare back. I am staring back, Daniel."
Daniel breaks eye contact with El Masko by shaking his head slightly. "So what’s Camber doing now? Seems like they’ve got their first course in..."
"Oh! The pot stickers! They have arrived! El Masko love them! El Masko try making them himself at home, but the pot stickers…" He frowns. "...They stick to pot. Not very tasty."
"Keep your eyes on the prize, buddy. Camber’s up to something here, and it’s up to the two of us to keep her from doing something untoward with Chiyoko.
"But she is not doing anything? El Masko watch her with Daniel, but she seem to be very polite. Before Daniel arrive, she hold out chair for Chiyoko. El Masko think she a gentleman."
"That don’t mean she’s not planning something, Masko."
"Maybe the Clam Herd, maybe she like the Chive Yolks? Maybe she fight her in ring, not because she hate her, but because she has bad way of expressing self!" El Masko sighs. "El Masko think this is sad... El Masko rooting for the fire lady." He nods, clenching a fist.
"El Masko… that’s... wrong. I… you’re wrong, Masko. Camber doesn’t strike me as that kind of girl. I’d still say she’s plotting something, not trying to romance her." He glances over to their table. "...Shit! Where’d that knife come from!?"
"Daniel, the Cam Beard, she is just cutting her food. El Masko sees this. El Masko knows this." The masked man taps a finger to his nose. "El Masko nose."
"Alright, El Masko. Okay… Well, still. Jeez, Peking duck, huh? Bill really did pull out all the stops, didn’t he?"
"El Masko thinks that the Ball Pierce, he didn’t pay for this ugly duckling. El Masko saw Comb Her order it. At least, El Masko thinks he saw her do it..."
"...Shit, Man. Maybe she really isn’t gonna do anything sneaky. I mean, she’s had enough opportunities… I just wish I knew what she was up to. And no, Mask, before you ask, I still don’t think she’s a legit fan."
"El Masko, Daniel... El Masko thinking we’re doing the disagreement, agree?"
"...Yeah, agree to disagree, buddy."
The rest of the dinner goes on without incident, much to the suspicion to Daniel. Camber eventually excuses herself with a polite bow, leaving Chiyoko alone. The two bodyguards quickly take Camber’s place at the table.
"How did everything go, Ms. Chiyoko?"
"Oh!" She folds her hands together. "Um, thanks for looking after me..." The idol smiles. "And, um, everything... went fine?" She tilts her head, lifting her shoulders in a shrug.
"She didn’t talk about anything weird? Or make any sudden movements? Nothing?"
Chiyoko shakes her head again. "No... Not really, Mr. Collins. The food was good, though..."
"Hmm… well… we better walk you back to your hotel, just in case."
"Yes, that is good idea! She could be very sneaky!" El Masko pipes in. "Who even knows? She could be hiding in shadow, with knife! And not knife to cut the ducks... Much more mean knife."
"I hope not... I’d rather not deal with two in one night…"
"Huh?” Chiyoko looks over to him. "Two what?"
"That’s... look, don’t worry about it, Chiyoko. Let’s just head out."