"So in other words you're trying to tell me that you're better than them," Charley said incredulously.
"Well not just me," Jet chuckled before gulping down a bit of root beer, "My friends too. I can introduce you to them if you want? None of them are kids though." If that even matters to him..
"There's hardly any kids in Game Central Station to begin with," Charley shrugged, "I've got time." He doesn't seem like he's going to just go away even if I say no.
"Cool.. so long as you don't mind having friends who are Bad Guys, at least," Jet said warmly, "Oh, well they're not all Bad Guys. Some of them are Good Guys."
"Sounds reasonable enough," Charley said, "I mean, my dad and his friends are Bad Guys but all they do is cook for a living." He doesn't have time for anything else though..
"Yeah, the whole labeling thing can be a bit arbitrary at times," Jet said with a nod, "C'mon, I'll introduce you."
Charley reluctantly got up from his seat and followed Jet to the others who were still there, trying not to be too obvious.
"Guys, this is Charley," Jet said as he motioned at a stool for Charley to sit in, "He's the Good Guy of Food Fight." I wonder how Luke and Obi-Wan are doing with Darth Vader, now that I think about Good Guy/Bad Guy relations.
"Hi," Charley said as he sat down. He was nervous, of course, having never actually met any of these people before. This is a strange group..
There was a quick round of introductions so that Charley knew who he was dealing with, which helped to break the tension at least somewhat.
"So you're really a space ship?" Charley asked with an incredulous grin, "W- B- How?" He tried not to laugh, though a small chuckle escaped regardless. He looks just like a normal person to me though..
"Just a little recoding, bro," Bobby said through a grin.
"Well I don't think it should betaken so lightly," Felix said in a thoughtful, yet shy tone, "There's plenty of ways for it to go wrong." I'm just glad I didn't stay dead after what happened yesterday. Gene would have had a fit if we had told him what happened.
"Agreed," Jet said plainly, "Not really the best of topics though."
"Nuff said," Ralph scoffed lightly, "My hands hurt just thinking about busting that door down."
Felix confusedly glanced at Ralph out of concern. Should I hit him with my hammer?
Ralph rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, "Not literally." He shook his head and sighed. Seriously.. "So what do you do, Charley?"
Charley straightened his back at the sudden question, "O-oh. I throw food at the chefs because they try to keep me from having ice cream." He smiled awkwardly.
Ralph casually nodded, "I drop bricks on this guy's head while smashing up his home." He gestured at Felix with one of his massive thumbs. All in good fun though.
"Well when you put it like that.." Felix said as he gave Ralph a chiding glance.
Ralph smiled warmly. What?
Felix chuckled, "I fix what he wrecks." He nodded at Ralph. He's such a kidder.
"I shoot asteroids," Bobby said cheerfully. And sometimes Harry and Larry.. Not that he does it on purpose.
"I race," Jet shrugged.
"Neat," Charley chuckled. These guys are okay.. Just weird.
"Sorry.." Set said as he finally, and slowly, stood up after a few minutes of sitting in silence. The train was already stopped in Game Central Station for some time. I'm an insensitive ass, aren't I? What does she even see in me, I wonder?
Sorceress heaved a revitalizing breath as she stood up, "Let's just not talk about it again, alright?" She ran her fingers through his hair then fixed her own. "..C'mon, you wanted to try changing some minds about me, right?" Let's get to work on it.
Set scoffed playfully through his nose, "We'll do more than just try. Just look at you. You'll knock 'em dead." I shouldn't be this worried.. Or should I? I want to ask how badly I screwed up, but she doesn't want to talk about it anymore.
"Are you coming?" Sorceress asked curiously from the exit of the train. He's been doing a lot more thinking today. I'm not sure if that's good or bad.
"Sure," Set laughed as he quickly moved to join her, "My bad. Just thinking, that's all."
I should probably ask.. "About what?" Sorceress stopped floating and leaned on the train's exit. You're not getting out until you tell me..
"It's nothing important," Set shrugged and crossed his arms.
"Just tell me," Sorceress said in a slightly annoyed tone. After telling me just about everything else probably, he has something he doesn't want to talk about?
"You didn't want to talk about it.." Set muttered then sighed, "How bad did I screw up before? I-I know it's not really any of my business what goes on in Turbo's personal life.. and then with what I said after.." I made her cry a little before. That can't be a good sign.
"Well I know you're not trying to hurt anyone," Sorceress said as she resumed floating and put her forehead on the top of his head briefly, "Well, at least not anyone you see as not deserving it.. In terms of screwing things up or not?" She chuckled, "Well.. Yeah, you screwed up, but don't worry too much about it. People make mistakes." Maybe I'm being a little too forgiving though.
"I'll get better at this eventually.. I'm just not used to caring," Set laughed nervously, "Besides my brother, you're the first person I ever cared if they were sad or not.. Probably not something to be proud of." He shrugged. Shouldn't have shrugged just now.. Shouldn't have said that either. Ah crap.
Sorceress cocked a brow in surprise. "Seriously?" she laughed awkwardly, "You don't care about anybody else? So then why do you get so mad at Turbo?" He needs a lot more help than I thought..
"I.. I don't know, exactly," Set said as he shrank back slightly, "I mean, I do care about Roxie now, and the others we were hanging out with yesterday.. and Tapper.. Anybody else though, it would at worst make me uncomfortable if something unfortunate befell them.. It's not like they would feel bad for me either, I'm sure." And I still don't care about Turbo.. "If I cared about everybody, I'd probably get depressed because of all the negativity in this place.."
Turbo's miniature mansion was naturally larger than Jet and Set's small, two bedroom home. The outside was paneled, much like Jet and Set's, though it was painted a medium-light shade of grey rather than a 'boring white', in Turbo's opinion. The windows were all secured by thin metal bars, and the doors were all made of a rich, stained mahogany.
"Welcome to my home!" Turbo declared proudly. Pretty swish, right? Although this is just the outside.
"I'm jealous," Roxie teased, "It's certainly spacious.. Do Jet and Set live in the other place we passed on the way?" There must be at least six bedrooms in this place.
"Yeah.." Turbo said as he unlocked his door and paused. Come to think of it, my door was unlocked when I got home yesterday.. "So what's your place like?"
"It's nice.." Roxie started, "Not this big though.. and not much to eat." I'm curious what's in that mystery container in my fridge..
"You wanna live here?" Turbo asked through a wide, toothy grin as he opened the door, "..I'm half joking. I don't actually expect you to do that."
Roxie wrinkled her nose at the sudden question. "You're thinking too far ahead there, Turbs," she sneered playfully as the two went inside, "Not to be mean or anything.." Awkward.. Ooh, wooden floors. I bet I could slide on these real good in my socks.
Turbo laughed, "Ah well. It was worth a shot, right?" A couple of my previous girlfriends were willing to move in instantly after all.
"I don't know. Maybe.." Roxie said reluctantly, "This place is really nice though." There are a lot of trophies..
"Alright," Turbo laughed somewhat awkwardly, "So anyways, here we have the living room with an adjoined bar."
"More root beer?" Roxie smirked while rolling her eyes and looking around some more. There were literally shelves upon shelves of trophies gained throughout the years, practically covering the entirety of his lime green walls. Does he keep every trophy he's ever won? They're all first place.. I guess you don't get a trophy for coming second. She blinked. I really shouldn't be thinking about that comment he made yesterday.
"Oh, no.. This is alcohol," Turbo laughed, "I'm more of a social drinker though. I tend to not even touch it if I'm just lounging around the house.. Down that hallway is a bathroom, the master bedroom, a guest bedroom, and the main trophy room."
"Main trophy room?" Roxie laughed. Multiple rooms dedicated to trophies?
Turbo pouted, "Well I don't like the idea of throwing trophies away. I had to do something with them."
"I gotta see this," Roxie teased, "Lead the way."
Turbo let out a playfully annoyed sigh, "Alright. Follow me."
"I didn't hurt your feelings, did I?" Roxie asked while putting on a fake pouty-face.
"No.. A little.." Turbo mumbled as they made their way to the main trophy room. It was a rather large room, comparable in size to the living room and bar. The walls were painted in a light, inviting shade of blue. Lined up were no fewer than five sturdy wooden shelves on each wall, each containing no fewer than 15 trophies. Some of which had a small engraved label on the shelf for special occasions such as his first trophy, his second, third.. Then there was the first trophy of each of his game's five anniversaries, etc. There was also a medium-sized ladder folded up in one corner.
"I never really thought about it," Roxie said plainly, "but your game has a lot of history, doesn't it?" She ran her fingers over a label. 'Elena watched'? "So who's Elena?"
Turbo furrowed his brow then ran his fingers through his hair. He took a deep breath and licked the inside of his teeth. How to put it? "..She's an ex-girlfriend of mine.. I try not to think about her.." I was hoping I wouldn't run into her again. Not after that break up.
"Was she that bad?" Roxie asked softly as she bent down to his level to look him in the eyes.
Turbo shook his head sadly and gestured for her to stand before glitching into his taller form. "Sorry.. I can tell you about her, if you really want me to.."
Roxie gave him a long hug. "..I'm curious, but you don't have to tell me if you prefer not to talk about it.." I should have known better than to ask about her. I'm an idiot.