[Tesla, Open]

[creepig]

Date: April 24, 2010
Location: Living World
Summary: Tesla has found a way to make up for his past mistake. Yes, indeed!

Comments

[infinitelyslick]

Pesche liked the park. There was a fascinating array of bugs to look at and set against each other in friendly matches to the death--or until Pesche intervened and pulled them off of each other. Plus, it had plenty of pretty girls who couldn't see him.

And a lot of them wore very nice skirts that he could look right up with very, very little effort! But that got kind of boring after a while. So Pesche just strolled around, examining various plants and people. It was all pretty interesting!

Especially the guy standing next to a tied-up girl on a park bench. Oh, Pesche had to know what was going on there!He crept closer to the blond man and his tied up date, peering at the pretty young lady. She seemed familiar... Inoue-san?

"Excuse me!" Pesche said, indignantly. "What do you think you're doing there, swine!"

[creepig]

Tesla thought and thought some more. He was about to sit down next to the girl to think about it from a different angle--it had to be perfect, after all. He didn't want to spoil things again!--when he heard an annoying voice calling out to him. Tesla turned to see Neliel's Fraccion calling out to him. Tesla couldn't remember his name, for the life of him. What Tesla did know was he didn't like the way the beetle was talking to him. He fingered Verruga's handle, his eye narrowed at this unwanted intruder.

"You have no authority over me, dung beetle."

[infinitelyslick]

Pesche blinked, almost recognising the Arrancar in front of him. He tilted his head to the side. Who was this strange masked man?!

Even when he spoke, Pesche wasn't sure who he was. But if Pesche could have smiled, he would have been grinning broadly. "Thank you, Il Forte!" He called out, happily. Most people would have been offended at being called a dung beetle. But not Pesche Guatiche, Greatest of the Great Desert Brothers! He found it quite a compliment. Beetles, even if they did play in poo the whole day, were very shiny and black and cool and at least it wasn't a white ant!

"I might not have authority over you, Il Forte, but I would like to know what it is you're doing to that girl! It does not look very friendly at all! I should think that you ought to let her go!"

[creepig]

"What did you just call me?" If looks could kill, the dung beetle would have been dead on the spot. Tesla's hands balled into fists at his sides, the creak of his gloves very obvious in the quiet of the park. He was nothing like that stuck up, bitchy, good for nothing Fraccion of Grimmjow's!

"It's none of your business! Get lost." If the beetle thing didn't, Tesla was about to make him.