Faylen and Kidd Blind Date
Who: Faylen and Kidd
What: They meet for their 'date.'
Kidd: *sitting at a table in the cafe examining the little card with the time and date--he figured the best way to snoop for clues would be to sign up for this activity--plus there is something alluring about the whole mystery of meeting up with someone unknown!*
Faylen: :: She walked into the café hoping to find Roy sitting at the table, and sighs a bit disappointed when it’s not him. Oh well, free food!~:: Hey! ::plops into the chair::
Kidd: *looks up--it's that girl who's always tagging after Roy* Are you the mystery person? It said on the card to meet here at seven... *scrutinizes the card, then looks back at her*
Faylen: It’s seven isn’t it? I guess I’m your date or whatever.
Kidd: You're... Faylen. I have you on file. Why did you sign up for this? I highly doubt you're looking for clues! *ego puffs out a bit*
Faylen: File? ::looks at him oddly:: Clues on what? This is about free food.
Kidd: You think I'm only in it for the food? *definitely doesn't mention that he hasn't had enough money to buy good food for about a week* I'm looking for clues, and the best way to do it is through people watching!
Faylen: Clues for what? What the heck are ya talkin’ about?
Kidd: The mystery, of course! *leans across the table with a hush-hush tone because it's Clearly a Big Secret to Hide* I'm on the case of a lifetime and I need to piece together the clues if I can figure out how Budehuc can prepare itself for another weather accident!
Faylen: ::leans in curiously:: Weather accident?...People are blowin’ up and ya’re worried about snow?
Kidd: P-people are blowing up!? I haven't heard about any deaths! *scowls and dislikes the idea of this girl knowing more than him about current events* You must be fibbing. That's too big of a piece of news to pass by me!
Faylen: I didn’t say they died I said they blowed up. There’s a difference. ::leans back all smug:: Yeah, Roy ‘n I were investigating it. I guess we’re just real good at it.
Kidd: *wrinkles his nose* When someone blows up or explodes, that pretty much means they're dead.
Faylen: Nu uh. They were just burned.
Kidd: Well you should have just said that! Burning and being blown up... tch. But I knew about Colton at least; I've been pestering the infirmary staff to let me in to interview him, but they're impossible! The longer I wait the less vivid his memories will be.
Faylen: Well why don’t ya ask the other guy she got? That psycho prince guy, Luca.
Kidd: He's in the infirmary too; if they won't let me talk to Colton, what makes you think they'll let me talk to Luca? Not that I'm scared of him or anything. >_> *watches as the waiter brings some soup*
Faylen: ::shrugs:: Whatever. This isn’t really good date conversation ya know. Aren’t you supposed to be complimenting me or something.
Kidd: *grumbles and eats his free soup* You uh. You have clean fingernails.
Faylen: ::looks at her nails:: Yeah I s’pose I do. You gotta when you work with food…or at least what’s what Watari keeps tellin’ me.
Kidd: Don't you think it's suspicious that Watari is working as a baker when he's really a ninja assassin?? Something's definitely up!
Faylen: ::curious eyebrow raise:: Not really. I’m a bandit and I work as a stagehand..well used to…now I’m a waitress.
Kidd: A stagehand? You mean around plays and performances? *actually has the nerve to take out his notebook and start jotting things down*
Faylen: Yeah, well Roy was the hero of the plays so we had ta help him out somehow… ::notices the notebook:: What ‘re you doing?
Kidd: Nothing, nothing, this soup is great, yeah? And I notice Roy is pretty popular, so I guess that makes sense that he'd play as the hero when acting, eh? *scribblescribble*
Faylen: ::getting really suspicious at the notebook:: Well yeah…Roy is a hero, of course he’s gotta play one! What do you think he would be a tree? That’s stuff for that dummy Faylon to do.
Kidd: But I thought you said earlier you were a bandit, so is Roy really a hero if he's condoning thievery? *chews on the eraser after finishing his soup* And who's Faylon?
Faylen: ::bangs her hand on the table:: Hey! Don’t you go insulting Roy! We were bandits cause we had ta be.
Faylen: Faylon’s my brother…duh.
Kidd: Well I didn't know that, duh. And I didn't insult Roy, I'm just questioning whether or not he can be considered so heroic if he's okay with you skirting outside of the law--after all, a real friend and hero upholds truth and justice! *detective!sparkle*
Faylen: …. By writtin’ stuff down in a stupid notebook? Watcha got in there ::reaches over the table to snatch it away from him::
Kidd: *leans back in his chair so his notebook is out of reach* Every good detective needs to be aware of their surroundings!
Faylen: ::not giving up, and about to knock over her soup:: Let me see it! You were written in it when I was talkin’ so I got a right ta know!
Kidd: If you want to see the contents of my notes, you have to pay a fee! It's standard protocol; I have to make a living too, you know!
Faylen: …. I don’t gotta pay nothing if it’s about me.
Kidd: Who said it was anything about you? I might be sitting here drawing a picture of my soup for all you know~ *straightens his bow tie*
Faylen: If that’s what you were doing then why won’t ya let me see it ::Swipes at!::
Kidd: *leans back again to avoid his notebook being swiped and ends up tipping the chair over backwards, taking the tablecloth down with him*
Faylen: W~AHHH! ::looses balance and falls off the table, getting covered in food in the process::
Kidd: sfksldfjoewir*lands on his back and gets covered with silverware and napkins and starts to bleed from the forehead*
Faylen: ::sits up, wet feather dripping soup down her face:: Ewwww.
Kidd: *rubs his eyes and tries to sit up as well, then scrambles through the mess looking for his notebook* Hey..!?
Faylen: Hey what? That was totally your fault.
Kidd: Was not! If you weren't so nosy and cheap this wouldn't have happened! *IRONY D: *
Faylen: If ya woulda just let me seen nothing woulda happened either. ::pounces on him:: Gimme the notebook.
Kidd: *dafoisfsjfPOUNCEDONBYAGIRLWHATTTTT* N-no! It's mine! *wriggles and continues to embarrassingly bleed from the forehead* Go buy your own!
Faylen: ::struggles to find it, before she notices his bleeding:: Hey, are you ok? What’d ya hit your head on?
Kidd: I don't know! *has a feeling he's probably sitting on his notebook, but definitely doesn't want to stay in the compromising position he's already in* The floor?
Faylen: But it’s bleeding ya had to have hit it on something sharp if it’s bleeding. ::grabbing napkins going into mother hen mode::
Kidd: It just happens sometimes, I'm fine, I'm fine! You should worry about yourself--you're covered in hot soup!
Faylen: ::pulls at shirt looking at it:: Yeah, it’s icky, but at least I ain’t bleeding. Dang, you must be real fragile or something. You sure you’re a boy?
Kidd: OF COURSE I'M A BOY howcouldyousaythat ;_; *seems to bleed even more from his bruised ego*
Faylen: Whatever… ::finishes wrapping his head in napkins and stands up:: Geez you’re a wuss.
Kidd: *stands up as well, forgetting he was sitting on his notebook, napkins stuck to his forehead* I am not--it's not my fault the chair fell over. >_>
Faylen: yeah yeah whatever. ::notices the notebook but doesn’t make a move for it yet:: Why don’t ya sit back down before you get more hurt.
Kidd: *grumbles and picks his chair up before sitting back in it, desperately trying to straighten his bow tie* It's not like I'm going to fall over or anything. But I appreciate your concern, I guess. >_>
Faylen: Yeah no problem. ::slowly picks up the notebook:: Well not that it hasn’t been fun or nothing, but I need to go change…and clean my feather so…Bye! ::turns around quick to hide the notebook in her arms::
Kidd: B--wait, bye?! But...! ... *left sitting there with a giant mess surrounding him, drawing a crowd* But I didn't even get the rest of the clues... *napkin falls off his forehead*
Faylen: Maybe next time! ::runs off hugging the notebook::
What: They meet for their 'date.'
Kidd: *sitting at a table in the cafe examining the little card with the time and date--he figured the best way to snoop for clues would be to sign up for this activity--plus there is something alluring about the whole mystery of meeting up with someone unknown!*
Faylen: :: She walked into the café hoping to find Roy sitting at the table, and sighs a bit disappointed when it’s not him. Oh well, free food!~:: Hey! ::plops into the chair::
Kidd: *looks up--it's that girl who's always tagging after Roy* Are you the mystery person? It said on the card to meet here at seven... *scrutinizes the card, then looks back at her*
Faylen: It’s seven isn’t it? I guess I’m your date or whatever.
Kidd: You're... Faylen. I have you on file. Why did you sign up for this? I highly doubt you're looking for clues! *ego puffs out a bit*
Faylen: File? ::looks at him oddly:: Clues on what? This is about free food.
Kidd: You think I'm only in it for the food? *definitely doesn't mention that he hasn't had enough money to buy good food for about a week* I'm looking for clues, and the best way to do it is through people watching!
Faylen: Clues for what? What the heck are ya talkin’ about?
Kidd: The mystery, of course! *leans across the table with a hush-hush tone because it's Clearly a Big Secret to Hide* I'm on the case of a lifetime and I need to piece together the clues if I can figure out how Budehuc can prepare itself for another weather accident!
Faylen: ::leans in curiously:: Weather accident?...People are blowin’ up and ya’re worried about snow?
Kidd: P-people are blowing up!? I haven't heard about any deaths! *scowls and dislikes the idea of this girl knowing more than him about current events* You must be fibbing. That's too big of a piece of news to pass by me!
Faylen: I didn’t say they died I said they blowed up. There’s a difference. ::leans back all smug:: Yeah, Roy ‘n I were investigating it. I guess we’re just real good at it.
Kidd: *wrinkles his nose* When someone blows up or explodes, that pretty much means they're dead.
Faylen: Nu uh. They were just burned.
Kidd: Well you should have just said that! Burning and being blown up... tch. But I knew about Colton at least; I've been pestering the infirmary staff to let me in to interview him, but they're impossible! The longer I wait the less vivid his memories will be.
Faylen: Well why don’t ya ask the other guy she got? That psycho prince guy, Luca.
Kidd: He's in the infirmary too; if they won't let me talk to Colton, what makes you think they'll let me talk to Luca? Not that I'm scared of him or anything. >_> *watches as the waiter brings some soup*
Faylen: ::shrugs:: Whatever. This isn’t really good date conversation ya know. Aren’t you supposed to be complimenting me or something.
Kidd: *grumbles and eats his free soup* You uh. You have clean fingernails.
Faylen: ::looks at her nails:: Yeah I s’pose I do. You gotta when you work with food…or at least what’s what Watari keeps tellin’ me.
Kidd: Don't you think it's suspicious that Watari is working as a baker when he's really a ninja assassin?? Something's definitely up!
Faylen: ::curious eyebrow raise:: Not really. I’m a bandit and I work as a stagehand..well used to…now I’m a waitress.
Kidd: A stagehand? You mean around plays and performances? *actually has the nerve to take out his notebook and start jotting things down*
Faylen: Yeah, well Roy was the hero of the plays so we had ta help him out somehow… ::notices the notebook:: What ‘re you doing?
Kidd: Nothing, nothing, this soup is great, yeah? And I notice Roy is pretty popular, so I guess that makes sense that he'd play as the hero when acting, eh? *scribblescribble*
Faylen: ::getting really suspicious at the notebook:: Well yeah…Roy is a hero, of course he’s gotta play one! What do you think he would be a tree? That’s stuff for that dummy Faylon to do.
Kidd: But I thought you said earlier you were a bandit, so is Roy really a hero if he's condoning thievery? *chews on the eraser after finishing his soup* And who's Faylon?
Faylen: ::bangs her hand on the table:: Hey! Don’t you go insulting Roy! We were bandits cause we had ta be.
Faylen: Faylon’s my brother…duh.
Kidd: Well I didn't know that, duh. And I didn't insult Roy, I'm just questioning whether or not he can be considered so heroic if he's okay with you skirting outside of the law--after all, a real friend and hero upholds truth and justice! *detective!sparkle*
Faylen: …. By writtin’ stuff down in a stupid notebook? Watcha got in there ::reaches over the table to snatch it away from him::
Kidd: *leans back in his chair so his notebook is out of reach* Every good detective needs to be aware of their surroundings!
Faylen: ::not giving up, and about to knock over her soup:: Let me see it! You were written in it when I was talkin’ so I got a right ta know!
Kidd: If you want to see the contents of my notes, you have to pay a fee! It's standard protocol; I have to make a living too, you know!
Faylen: …. I don’t gotta pay nothing if it’s about me.
Kidd: Who said it was anything about you? I might be sitting here drawing a picture of my soup for all you know~ *straightens his bow tie*
Faylen: If that’s what you were doing then why won’t ya let me see it ::Swipes at!::
Kidd: *leans back again to avoid his notebook being swiped and ends up tipping the chair over backwards, taking the tablecloth down with him*
Faylen: W~AHHH! ::looses balance and falls off the table, getting covered in food in the process::
Kidd: sfksldfjoewir*lands on his back and gets covered with silverware and napkins and starts to bleed from the forehead*
Faylen: ::sits up, wet feather dripping soup down her face:: Ewwww.
Kidd: *rubs his eyes and tries to sit up as well, then scrambles through the mess looking for his notebook* Hey..!?
Faylen: Hey what? That was totally your fault.
Kidd: Was not! If you weren't so nosy and cheap this wouldn't have happened! *IRONY D: *
Faylen: If ya woulda just let me seen nothing woulda happened either. ::pounces on him:: Gimme the notebook.
Kidd: *dafoisfsjfPOUNCEDONBYAGIRLWHATTTTT* N-no! It's mine! *wriggles and continues to embarrassingly bleed from the forehead* Go buy your own!
Faylen: ::struggles to find it, before she notices his bleeding:: Hey, are you ok? What’d ya hit your head on?
Kidd: I don't know! *has a feeling he's probably sitting on his notebook, but definitely doesn't want to stay in the compromising position he's already in* The floor?
Faylen: But it’s bleeding ya had to have hit it on something sharp if it’s bleeding. ::grabbing napkins going into mother hen mode::
Kidd: It just happens sometimes, I'm fine, I'm fine! You should worry about yourself--you're covered in hot soup!
Faylen: ::pulls at shirt looking at it:: Yeah, it’s icky, but at least I ain’t bleeding. Dang, you must be real fragile or something. You sure you’re a boy?
Kidd: OF COURSE I'M A BOY howcouldyousaythat ;_; *seems to bleed even more from his bruised ego*
Faylen: Whatever… ::finishes wrapping his head in napkins and stands up:: Geez you’re a wuss.
Kidd: *stands up as well, forgetting he was sitting on his notebook, napkins stuck to his forehead* I am not--it's not my fault the chair fell over. >_>
Faylen: yeah yeah whatever. ::notices the notebook but doesn’t make a move for it yet:: Why don’t ya sit back down before you get more hurt.
Kidd: *grumbles and picks his chair up before sitting back in it, desperately trying to straighten his bow tie* It's not like I'm going to fall over or anything. But I appreciate your concern, I guess. >_>
Faylen: Yeah no problem. ::slowly picks up the notebook:: Well not that it hasn’t been fun or nothing, but I need to go change…and clean my feather so…Bye! ::turns around quick to hide the notebook in her arms::
Kidd: B--wait, bye?! But...! ... *left sitting there with a giant mess surrounding him, drawing a crowd* But I didn't even get the rest of the clues... *napkin falls off his forehead*
Faylen: Maybe next time! ::runs off hugging the notebook::