Zasshu's grounding went as one could expect, filled with chores and boredom.
After the third and final week of his grounding, Zasshu left the apartment and walked down the street. He was ,of course, wearing his regular hoodie and jeans. He gave a small thought to the large bear that had chased him, and promptly put that thought away. Really, he had to have forgotten by now, and he didn't see Zasshu very well... probably.
Zasshu finally reached his destination: the Abandoned, dilapidated restaurant that his newfound friend Ikari called home. He carefully stepped into the broken glass window, careful not to cut himself. He silently walked to the 'inner chamber' of the building; the home of Ikari.
He knocked twice on the rusted metal door, awaiting an answer.
The door slightly opened with a creak, as the badger's black and white face poked through.
"Finally, you got your ass back here!" he said irritated.
Zasshu rubbed the back of his neck, "Sorry, I, uh, got grounded after staying he-"
Ikari waved his hand, "Whatever, who the hell cares." he said, rudely, "Come on."
He pushed past Zasshu, and climbed gracefully out of the window, looking back expectantly for Zasshu to follow.
And so he did.
A few moments later they were on the street, walking out of the poorer area of the city, to a richer, more commercial zone. Zasshu had barely gone this far from his house, both to escape scrutiny and to stay with Meinai, who was much to old to walk very far.
They turned down a side street, and walked until they turned again, down an alley, where a brown cat was awaiting Ikari.
Ikari placed a hand in front of Zasshu, while unable to physically stop Zasshu, the action still made him stop.
"Hey, Zasshu, you wait here, I'm gonna talk to this fuck." he said, walking to said 'fuck'.
He turned back, still walking.
"By the way, you've got some food in your teeth. Its gross as shit, pick it out."
Zasshu, embarresed gave out a small, "Oh, yeah, sorry." as he attempted to locate it...
Though he would fail, as there was none.
Ikari gave a small growl.
"The fuck do you mean you don't have my money?" he asked, rubbing his face.
"Look man, I got robbed, I swear to god man!" the cat stuttered out, lightly scratching his arm, eyes darting to and fro.
Ikari hated dealing with these people. He sets up an unexpected meeting place, loans them money, and they don't have the decency to pay back. Why even get a damn loan from him then? Disrespect, man, disrespect.
Ikari pointed over to the dumbass he brought with him.
"Look, you see that fucking thing?"
The cat's eyes darted torward the...well, whatever the fuck mixed together to make him.
"I picked that fucker up, dude's insane. He doesn't stop at eating herbivore meat, nah, he eats carnivores too. Anything's free game." Ikari said, stretching slightly.
The cat eyed Zasshu in fear...
Zasshu gave the cat a small nod, still looking for whatever was lost in his teeth. He wondered what they were talking about...
"Now, I've got him on a real short leash right now, but...well, I can drop the leash. 'Course, who knows what he'll do then. I heard he keeps some parts for...well, having fun."
The cat, now shaking, essentially threw the money he had hidden in his belt at Ikari.
With a small grumble, he picked up the money, and walked back to the dipshit.
Today was gonna be profitable.