"You what?" asked Brentwood, looking disgusted.
"Ate a snail," said Hollywood. "It didn't taste too bad either."
"That's disgusting!" protested Brentwood. "Malibu, come out of your emo corner and tell him it's disgusting!" Malibu glanced over at them through his fringe of eagle green hair.
"Why should I tell him that?" he asked in a monotone voice. Which a certain red gargoyle found rather... sexy. "Especially when you call me emo, which you know I positively hate." A bit of venom had seeped into his tone, and his siblings took an unconscious step back.
"Sorry to bother you then," said Brentwood, frowning and going to get Burbank to tell Hollywood about how eating snails was just plain wrong. Malibu turned his Venetian red eyes back towards Fang, who was laying on his bed, fuming. He harboured a particular hate for Malibu, who had thwarted his escape attempts since the whole incident with Thailog and Demona. Light footsteps sounded behind him, and a hand touched his shoulder. He turned, expecting Delilah maybe, and blinked in surprise when he saw Brooklyn instead.
"Hello Brooklyn... Was there something you needed?" He was trying not to act like he was apprehensive. Was the red gargoyle here about what he had said last week?
"Yes, actually," said Brooklyn, smiling slightly. "I'd like to hang out with you." Malibu's jaw dropped slightly.
"Hang out with me?" he echoed.
"Yeah. You know, talk, glide, grab some lunc-"
"I accept," said Malibu, grinning. "My shift will be over in ten minutes. We could go then?"
"Sure," said Brooklyn, grinning back. Operation: Date was a go.
Woot for this pairing which popped into my corrupted mind! 8D