Why was Nny being so helpful to one who was so high maintenance? Must be
love. Or maybe delayed gratification would be worth the effort this one
time. Yeah, let's go with that.
At any rate, the mentally disinclined pair sat themselves down in front of the lovely Eat or Die. And, as Johnny had no interest in touching the spaz's nose again, he proceeded to do something that would help his increasing frustration as well as to get Ly out of her comatose state.
He waltzed into the noodle hut and popped back out moments later with a small impaling device sometimes used for stabbing food. Maybe the fork would feel better about being stolen if it had something to vent it's anger at, such as the leg of a helpless female.
Nny grinned inwardly (and outwardly), tip-toeing ever so sneakily out of Eat or Die, not realizing that Ly probably wouldn't notice his approach anyways in her spacey condition. The thrill of the soon-to-be painyness (A.N: YAY! New word) was just too much to resist.
But ALAS!! Ly was not where he had left her. Was she was FAKING the WHOLE TIME!?!? Could be.
A twitch itched at the corner of Johnny C.'s mouth, the fork clanging unused to the sidewalk. His hands raised themselves shakily to his face, where he proceeded to rub the anxiety right off!
"It's alright. No big deal. You don't have to find her. She'll find you. Yeessss. When she wants you, she'll come to you. They allllways do, don't they? Yessss. Yes they do."
Nny put on his happy face, threw his hand down to the forgotten fork, and expertly plunked it at an ugly homeless boy's left eye. This did more good than harm, seeing as how the boys' eye was dangling precariously from its socket previously, and now it was firmly attached to his face.
"That was my good deed for the day. Now its off to the nearest ABC store!"
At any rate, the mentally disinclined pair sat themselves down in front of the lovely Eat or Die. And, as Johnny had no interest in touching the spaz's nose again, he proceeded to do something that would help his increasing frustration as well as to get Ly out of her comatose state.
He waltzed into the noodle hut and popped back out moments later with a small impaling device sometimes used for stabbing food. Maybe the fork would feel better about being stolen if it had something to vent it's anger at, such as the leg of a helpless female.
Nny grinned inwardly (and outwardly), tip-toeing ever so sneakily out of Eat or Die, not realizing that Ly probably wouldn't notice his approach anyways in her spacey condition. The thrill of the soon-to-be painyness (A.N: YAY! New word) was just too much to resist.
But ALAS!! Ly was not where he had left her. Was she was FAKING the WHOLE TIME!?!? Could be.
A twitch itched at the corner of Johnny C.'s mouth, the fork clanging unused to the sidewalk. His hands raised themselves shakily to his face, where he proceeded to rub the anxiety right off!
"It's alright. No big deal. You don't have to find her. She'll find you. Yeessss. When she wants you, she'll come to you. They allllways do, don't they? Yessss. Yes they do."
Nny put on his happy face, threw his hand down to the forgotten fork, and expertly plunked it at an ugly homeless boy's left eye. This did more good than harm, seeing as how the boys' eye was dangling precariously from its socket previously, and now it was firmly attached to his face.
"That was my good deed for the day. Now its off to the nearest ABC store!"