eeee. yumeslop. sona x darrell . . .
Haha ! Soo .. Bats my eyelids. Basically uu i yumeship with darrell, i consider my sona x darrell and me and darrell two different things. me. im a gachikoi, but i refer to myself as a yumeshipper cuz of sona and ddarrell. ok? ok. This is their first meeting :-) It is almost 4am at the time of writing, and i just finished this up. I am sorry if it does not make sense or is not good :,-( I am very tired. Yay!! ^_^ If you know me , you do not.
LAST WARNING. YUMESLOP BELOW. SONA X CANON. DARRELL. FUDGE MY LIFE
Pierrot stood in the plaza, lazily sweeping at the same spot he'd been in for the last 20-ish minutes. He had his phone tucked into the pocket of his pants, his headphones connected to them. He hummed along to the music, his eyes closed.
Suddenly, the sound of the alarm blaring seeped through the music coursing through his headphones, indicating a boxmore box was dropping. What a way to ruin a quiet afternoon.. he thought to himself, pulling his earbuds out of his ears, and bunching it in his pocket along with his phone.
He made his way outside, where he spotted Radicles, Enid and Kaio. He had his hands in his pockets, whistling. The Box dropped, smashing a crater into the ground, and smoke puffed out. Pierrot had no intentions on staying to even see who the robot was.
"Good luck!" Pierrot snickered, and he practically bolted to the garbage cans. He sat next to some dark green dumpster, which was thankfully empty, as kaio had emptied them earlier. He pressed his back against the large object, and shut his eyes, hopefully when the fight was over, he'd be awakened from his nap. He didnt know how long had passed, but he was rudely awoken by a can of cob know's what being thrown at his head. His eyes snapped open, spotting purple hair. Of course. "Was that even 10 minutes?" he yawned, grabbing Enid's arm, using her to halt herself off, eliciting a sound of annoyance from the employee.
-------------- LATER THAT SAME DAY --------------
Pierrot switched off the lights to the store, as today was his day to do the closing of the bodega. He swung the keys around his fingers, as he pulled in the door and turned the key, locking the entrance.
He put the keys in his pocket, and he began to stroll around the plaza, most stores were closed by now, due to the late hour, so he was honestly just walking mindlessly. Before he knew it, he was standing at the crosswalks, staring at the large building that wasnt too far away. Boxmore, where those robots were produced. Said robots he's never seen in battle before. He always did the same thing, scurry away the minute the box hit the ground. Maybe it'd be a good thing to do, check out learn more about the robots. He took in a breath, before he crossed the road, making his way to the Boxmore building. Standing infront of Boxmore, his eyes glazed over the area, and they settled on a door at the side of the building, it seemed to be an exit? An entrance? He couldnt tell.
He carefully tip-toed over, just incase a boxmore bot decided to leave. or enter. He really didnt know. He was about to step towards the door before he saw a skinny, red robot, holding a bag of what seemed to be donuts and soda. A smirk formed on his lips, and he waited for the robot to be a few inches from the door, before he ran up to the bot, tackling him to the ground, practically grating the bot's metal back against the concrete. He put his both hands on the red robot's shoulders, staring into the teenager's red eyes-- Not eyes, eye, Into the robot's singular eye. "What the heck?" started the robot beneath him, then a moment of recognition flashed through it's eye, "Youre- Youre one of those l-" "What's your name?" interrupted Pierrot, who was currently putting all his weight on the robot, trying to make sure it didnt run away from him. The two of them sat there for a moment, just staring at eachother.
"Get off of me!" The bot suddenly yelled, using his strength to push the human from off of him, causing the boy's skin to dig into the rough ground beneath them. The robo-teen stood up, staring at Pierrot, who did the same. "So, you gunna answer my question?" asked Pierrot, dusting off his clothes and skin from the tiny rocks and dust picked up from the concrete. An awkward moment of silence passed between them. The robot adjusted his position, and his left hand soon formed into a blast canon, beaming and pointing directly at the teenager's face. Pierrot's eyes widened, and he took a few steps back, before full on running away from the obviously demented robot.
