Day 42: Bill's Hardware (Afternoon)
The air had been even brisker for the walk from the restaurant to the store. Keeping up with his taller friend's longer strides had Armand breathless when they arrived. The exertion made him want to take off the heavy coat in the warmer indoors air, but he didn't want to carry or lose it.. As for the store itself, he was both fascinated and
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Sechs left the Tasty Burger with a chaotic heap of emotions swirling inside his head. He felt resolute on finding the purple-haired individual named 'Trunks', while the memory of Kibitoshin's enraptured grin over Sechs' agreement to help find his friend left the Replica feeling a tad satisfied with himself. However, that warm emotion was overshadowed by Sechs' bewilderment over his bizarre reaction to Kibitoshin's concern. It left him feeling mortified and furious with himself. Sechs didn't know what to feel. If only he had some book on this sort of issue... "Human Bodies for Cyborg Dummies: What to Expect and How to Deal with it." A book like that would beat risking the humiliation of asking someone else about what happened ( ... )
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He wasn't in the clear when his assailant let go, either. Doing a decent impression of a slightly confused powder keg, Teisel blinked as the slightly smaller man gave him a piece of his mind. For what, exactly, it took Teisel a moment to process, but once he did he was ready to beat the rest of the guy's mind out through his ears. "What?! It's my fault you can't watch where you're walking, eh, you little shit?" he barked, fists clenched and practically quaking with rage. "You have the whole goddamn store to walk in but I have to make way for you? ( ... )
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Geeze! This guy was loud! Sechs could practically feel the loose strands of his hair being blown away from his forehead as he was assailed by the bigger man's vocal outrage. His ears rung like they had been hit by a sonic boom! Dammit! Just when his headache was starting to get better...
"Who you calling a little shit?!" Sechs blared back with his left fist raised in a threatening gesture whilst keeping his braced hand behind and out of sight. He leaned in closer to the other man with his head tilted further back, directing his furious glare at the stranger's face instead of his chest.
Now that Sechs' vision wasn't being engulfed in grey hair, he was able to get a better look at who he was dealing with. Damn... Sechs definitely had a tendency to pick fights with big people, didn't he? This guy was just about as tall as Recluse. He wasn't as bulky in the muscle department but his build conveyed telltale signs of an experienced ( ... )
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Getting rid of this clown would take more effort, then. Fine. Glaring at the man's threatening fist with undisguised disdain, Teisel took a step forward himself, bumping into him gently, with the implication of a lot less gentleness to follow if the guy didn't wise up. He'd pulled Teisel's hair. His hair. And now he was insulting it. Mentally counting backwards from ten and trying to recall every scolding he'd ever gotten from Tron about controlling his temper, Teisel smiled. It wasn't a nice smile. A lot of practice over the years had ( ... )
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"And I say you're a big dumb idiot with even bigger dumber hair!!" Sechs loudly countered while giving the stranger another sharp poke. "You don't know who you're dealing with, pal ( ... )
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"Heh! That's the best you can come up with, you scrawny halfwit?" Though, as unimaginative as the guy's insults were, Teisel hated, hated being called an idiot, and remarks on his hair were nearly as bad. He happened to think it was one of his most attractive features. The little shit was probably just jealous. "Oh no," he wailed mockingly, and he would have wrung his hands if he'd had the space for it, "Who am I dealing with? Did I make a mistake? Is the clumsy dumbass mad at me?" He pushed back. "I'm shaking.The idea behind getting in the guy's face in the first place had been to get him to back off. When he continued to push back, Teisel felt a little twinge of uncertainty that quickly flared into anger. This wasn't how this was supposed to work. "It's got nothing to do with the nurses," he snapped, trying very hard to keep a hold of himself. "You're starting shit over something stupid, and it was ( ... )
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"You're dealing with the upcoming champion of the Z.O.T Tournament you big dumbass! Sechs from the Space Angels team! And who are you? Some stupid son of a Deckman who doesn't know how to watch Combat TV?" Sechs was starting to get pretty tired of explaining that all the time. Wasn't there anyone here who knew about the Zenith of Things Tournament? It rather disappointed Sechs ( ... )
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Even someone joking about cutting his hair was enough to put Teisel on the defensive. "Cut my hair," he snarled, "and I'll hang you with it."
He could feel his face get red. No one laughed at Teisel Bonne and got off scot free. The little shit was going to regret it. "I know what it means, you arrogant asshole, you just sound like a ponce." He shook his head in answer to the other man's question, but he should have known it'd be rhetorical. If what Captain Cuckoo was spouting could be called rhetoric ( ... )
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"That's NOT my name you JACKASS! It's SECHS! And don't you make me remind you of that again!" He yelled as he roughly shoved the taller man back. "The Z.O.T.T. isn't some stupid reality show either! It's a SPORT ( ... )
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The blow never fell. Instead, Sechs started...laughing? Why? Confused and more than a little disconcerted by the man's unpredictability, Teisel took a step back. The guy really was crazy, even compared to the other loons he'd met in this godforsaken place.
"I...I don't squeak!" Nervousness banished by a new wave of anger, Teisel bristled at the insult. He was one of the most fearsome pirates in the northern hemisphere, and he most definitely didn't squeak. "Shut up! Stop laughing!"
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Once released, Sechs stumbled back against the shelf behind him, nearly doubled over with laughter as he leaned upon it for support. "St-Stop squealing then!" he sputtered out between a series of guffaws, "you're killing me ( ... )
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"You're gonna be laughing through three teeth if you don't shut up!" he growled, eye twitching slightly. Or rather, he attempted to growl; he was so wound up it was difficult to force his voice down. This was so humiliating...
Freezing for a moment, literally too enraged to move, Teisel tried to process what Sechs had just said. "Suffocation can be arranged," he ground out, with effort. "I'm Teisel Bonne," he said, though by now he didn't hold out any hope of anyone recognizing the name. "I lead the most dangerous pirating family in the northern hemisphere, there isn't a police force or navy in the world that's ever been able to catch me, I sacked Kimotoma City in a single day and I do not squeak!" He was shaking by the time he'd ( ... )
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"Squeezel Bonne?! Ah- HA HA HA HAAAAA!! You ARE trying to kill me, aren't you?!" Overtaken by another fit of laughs, Sechs flopped over to his side as he wrapped his arms around his aching stomach. "St-Stop it! I can't breathe!"
Struggling to regain his composure, the Replica pushed himself into a more upright position against the shelf as he forced his laughter down his throat. "Most dangerous pirate of the northern hemisphere, huh? Sounds impressive!" His tone of admiration was sincere, but unfortunately Sechs was unable to keep a straight face for long. "Hee! Did you use that voice of yours to blow up that city? I bet if you used the right amplifier you'd be able to start a shock wave powerful enough to knock down a whole building!" With that Sechs fell right back down into a ridiculous session of snickering.
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"No!" Teisel snapped, the indignity of it all too much to stand. "I didn't! I used mortars just like anyone else would, thank you very much! Although," he mused quietly, intrigued by the idea despite himself, "with a few modifications to the Blitzkrieg's sonar rig, and maybe a dedicated refractor..."
Shaking his head as though to clear out visions of calculations and blueprints, Teisel glared down at Sechs, who was making a spectacle of himself even by Teisel's standards. "Oh, just shut up and get up off the floor, would ya'? What are you, four?"
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No longer caught within his uncontrollable mirth, Sechs had better success at pushing himself up from his sprawl upon the floor. When he was back to sitting up against the shelf, Sechs aloofly waved a hand at Teisel, gesturing the aggravated man to calm down. "Alright, alright! Geeze! No need to blow yer top, pop!" Sechs chortled. "I was just having a bit of fun. I haven't exactly been able to have that since I ended up here..." Yeah, what with the whole being separated from his powerful Fizziroy body and being unable to have a decent battle since then ( ... )
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