Disclaimer: The characters belongs to Hiro Mashima
Drabbles of First Meetings!
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Awkard
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Sting knew he wasn't hard to please. In fact, he was anything but hard to please. A simple man, with simple needs.
All his friends were well aware of this too, so no one was really surprised when the most simple action had him all over excited, waving around and trying to share his happiness. He always had a lot of extra energy when he was happy, and it wasn't a bad thing. A lot of things could be done when he had one of his outburst. However, it wasn't exactly good either.
His last achievement was the part-time job he got at the town's cat shelter. His soft spot for animal in general and cats in particular had spiked his natural enthusiasm to incredible levels. He hadn't stopped talking about it to anyone willing to hear him and buried his friends in details of every single cat he had saw on his first day. By the end of the week, all of them could easily identify "Paws" from "Mittens", even if they had never seen them before.
However, that couldn't stop Sting, who was still drowning on his feelings for his new furry friends. So, there he was, walking for the crowded street with his friend and describing his favourite cat for the fourth time.
"He has this really, really long tail, so when he's full stretched, he's this big" One of the results of his never dying energy was that he really liked to gesticulate every time he tried to explain something. So, while he talked about how big the cat was, he stretches his arms to give a probably exaggerated estimation of the cat's size. And then, his hand smacked right into something warm, and he heard a groan as response.
Sting turned around, ashamed and already apologizing, while the other person rubbed his nose before looking up to his attacker. He seemed very upset and for some reason, maybe his embarrassment, that made Sting laugh. The other one was, at that point, more surprised that pissed.
"Do you do those things?" he asked arching his eyebrows "Hit strangers and then laugh at them?"
Of course, that only made Sting laugh more. When he was finally able to calm himself, he tried to give an appropriated apologize.
"Sorry, I'm sorry, it's just… your face… I'm sorry" in that exactly minute, he had an impulse, and another thing that his extra energy did to him was stimulate his impulses. "Would it be okay if, as an apology, I buy you lunch?"
Sting wanted to kick himself just after the words left his lips, not sure of what the Hell had he been thinking. However, the stranger didn't immediately reject him. He seemed to evaluate him with for a while before answering
"Okay, but this better be a really good lunch"