A/N: 871 - character: Tobari Ren is the prompt for this one. Please let me know what you think!


7. Companion

"Give it back."

"Hmm... no!"

Ren tched. "Bastard."

As far as first meetings went, this was arguably a bad one. Creepy little mask kid holding his hat, him really needing to buy some new god damn headphones. Why had this happened to him?

"Look, kid," he tried, attempting to sound chill because he really just wanted to punch a hole in this guy's creepy ass mask. Where were his eye sockets? "Do you want a gumball or something? Give me my hat and I'll avoid flicking it at your face."

"I want your soul. It seems tasty. Is gum tastier?"

Ren's eyes twitched. "You ain't wrapped tight, are you?"

"Not really!"

His eye twitched again and the strange blue child began sniffing his hat. "Is this edible," it asked. Ren stalked forward and snatched it. "Hey! I stole that!"

"Yeah, from me! Of course I'm gonna steal it back!" Ren huffed, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. "Kid, do I need to take ya back to yer mum?" Sometimes he hated how his voice sounded, about as concerned as a honey badger. It gave him away way too easily..

"I'm pretty sure that my mom's dead!"

Ren raised an eyebrow. "That's kinda morbid."

The masked kid waved his hands and he saw the eyes on his palms blinked. "Is it? I was joking."

Ren pinched his nose. "The mess is wrong with you?"

"I'm hungry," the kid said by way of explanation. "And bored. Can we wreck stuff? And eat?"

Ren glanced at his watch, sighed, and adjusted his hat. "Fine. Just don't make me regret this, whoever you are."

The kid smiled toothily. "I'm Dracmon, and you won't regret anything."

"That is the dumbest name I have ever heard," Ren muttered, but a grin played across his lips. This little bastard could be fun.

Sure enough, he was.