dorarara:

Josuke noticed Samson’s mean mugging, but he chose to ignore it. However,

the way he moved atop of Filia’s head was a little unsettling, but he chose to ignore that too. He had better things to pay attention to, like Filia.

He laughed a bit as Samson and Filia argued in front of him, only laughing more when Filia won the argument. He rested his elbow on the table, leaning his chin on his hand as he continued to speak to Filia.

“Yeah, I can tell. I don’t know about the nice once you get to know him part, I think he just likes you and no one else. But whatever right?”

He shrugged. He figured he’d get used to Samson’s presence eventually. He’d have to if he wanted to continue being friends with Filia. He couldn’t help but wonder how annoying it must be to have another entity with you at all times, especially one so disagreeable. But Filia’s positive nature and bright smile were contagious, and she didn’t seem to mind it, so that was good. Upon hearing that it was actually her birthday, his eyes widened a bit.

“What, really? Seriously? It’s actually your birthday? Then shit, I guess we ordered something really fitting!”

Josuke laughed again, only to stop suddenly when she offered to buy him food for his birthday as well. A light blush spread across his cheeks – never had a girl offered to buy him food, and it was a nice change of pace, if not a bit embarassing.

“Y-You don’t have to do that, really! I appreciate the thought though!”

He waved his hands in front of him, chuckling nervously. Good thing the food was right around the corner.

At least Josuke wasn’t too bothered by Samson, thought Filia. The Parasite’s unruly behavior scared away more than a few people, both for better and for worse. Unpleasant people were easy to scare off, but sometimes people she actually wanted to talk to got shooed away too. But Josuke didn’t seem to find Samson intimidating, only annoying. It was kind of funny, in a way, especially if Samson didn’t like it.

“Well, maybe it’s just me, but most people don’t stay around long enough to get to know him in the first place,” she said, reaching up to curl a lock of hair around her finger.

“There’re people I like!” snapped Samson. ”What about Jack, huh? Did you forget about him?”

“Oh, well, that’s one…” said Filia, nodding. “See Josuke? He just acts tough, but he’s really a big softie!”

“Shut up! I am not!” Samson reached down to squish the girl’s cheeks, growling. “You’re one to talk about bein’ soft, ya little brat.”

The girl swatted away the Parasite’s tentacles, whining. “Samsonnnnnn!” Looking at them, you’d never guess all the horrible things they’d seen and been through together. And one would never think that Samson was actually a mean-spirited psychopath.

With Samson’s limbs still balled up in her fists, Filia smiled up at Josuke again. “Yeah! I’m turning 17! Or, is it 16…? I guess it doesn’t really matter…”

“Eh, only a year apart. Who’s gonna know?”

Filia nodded, finally releasing the Parasite, who drew his tendrils back with a grateful sigh. “I guess. But you can’t just refuse a gift like that!” she said, pointing at Josuke. “That’s how Birthdays work, right? If a friend wants to do something nice for you, you shouldn’t refuse!”

Luckily, Josuke was spared from the girl’s lecture by the arrival of the promised pancakes. Filia’s eyes widened as they were set down in front of her, nose wiggling as she savored the smell. Already her mouth was beginning to water, and she lifted the first bite to her mouth-

“Hey, that’s pretty good stuff!” said Samson, chewing on the morsel he’d snatched.

“S-Samsonnnn!” The girl quickly cut another piece, making sure the Parasite didn’t snatch this one. And when she finally did put it in her mouth-

Filia frowned. She chewed, swallowed, and frowned. “It’s okay, I guess.” So much for that.

(Source: parasiticpartner)

biggesthypocrite:

Pucci’s eyes remained on the creature inhabiting the girl’s head. It didn’t seem like a hostile kind so he held no more caution than he usually would. Slight curiosity was involved but it was mostly about what kind of abilities this creature had and other things along the lines and mainly if it was useful. 

Pucci swallowed the questions about the matter for now, aiming his concentration towards the situation at the hand. The creature was now offering mere idle chatter so his attention was immediately directed towards the girl. Hearing the apology he shook his head.

“It’s alright. I don’t mind so much”, he kept it short to prevent the conversation from sidetracking. Fortunately there he didn’t have to wait long to hear the clue. The girl read it aloud but Pucci also took a look at the small piece of paper. 

“….unfortunately I haven’t - the television signal keeps being difficult - but…”

“It might not be bad idea to take this literally? You two must be more familiar with this sector than I am, so please do share if you have any thoughts.”

He recalled that 6th sector had a zoo but that paid no use here. He doubted it was a pet shop either - there was probably multitude of those here anyway….

If the man didn’t mind, then no harm, no foul, right? Filia smiled, happy that Samson’s actions hadn’t landed them in any rough spots. “Well, we’ve mostly been staying inside, but the power’s been cutting off, so I haven’t checked the TV, really. We heard the announcement, but were just going to wait out the storm in the apartment…”

“Some people are born great, others have greatness thrust upon ‘em. That’s how it goes, kid,” said Samson, shrugging. He began to grin, a wide, toothy smile that said the Parasite had something mischievous planned. “I don’t really give a crap about the city, but I’d love to get some more of my powers back, ya follow me kid?”

“That would be nice…” The girl glanced down at the paper in her hands, and then nodded, resolve steeled. “You’re right, we got chosen to have this info! We can be the saviors of Hive City! And you’ll help, right?” she said, smiling up at the man. “I’m Filia, and this is Samson. We’ll be partners in this, alright?”

“Let’s get back on track here,” said Samson, extending a hand to snap his fingers. 

“Right, the clue,” said Filia, nodding again. “Well, we haven’t been living in this sector for very long, but I think I’ve seen a few pet stores…”

“Nah, they ain’t gonna hide the detonator in a pet store. What if some cat took triggered it by accident? You know those guys are assholes. Nah, what about the stuff near the edge of the Sector, by Sector 6?”

“Right, there’s those empty buildings for animals in there… They were probably meant for Sector 6, but they ended up being part of this Sector and got shut down…” Filia had to suppress a shiver of excitement; here she was, solving mysteries just like in the radio dramas! She was like a real detective!

“Oh, what do you think, mister?” she said, barely remembering the fact that she and Samson weren’t alone.

(Source: parasiticpartner)

pasledessert:

/The Queen used her now free hand to lovingly stroke Sigma, feeling her add on’s frustration.  She seemed surprise, but not taken aback by the girl connected to the spectre…or was the spectre connected to the girl? Perhaps he wasn’t even a spectre.

Deciding not to ponder such things, Vader gives a polite smile./

“It’s quite alright, ma fille.”

“I’m Vader Eloha, and..this is my add on, Sigma.”

/She usually didn’t introduce her add on, but it only felt right to after Filia introduced her add on..that was..an odd on, right? If it wasn’t a spectre…The Queen decided not to try to relate things in hive city to her home in order to avoid confusion.

Vader observes the paper with interest. After a short silence, she  replies./

“I believe it means as it says. Let us go find some animals. Is there a zoo in this city?”

“No, my name’s Filia. not Fille,’ said the girl, pursing her lips. The woman sounded foreign and looked… not quite human, so her mispronunciation wasn’t such a big deal. There were far more pressing matters to attend to right now.

Filia was about to speak again, but Samson chimed in first. “Vader? Like the guy in black armor? Go around tellin’ people ‘I am your father.’ Or mother, I guess. Whatever.”

“Samson, this is kind of important!” said the girl, tugging on a lock of her hair. The Parasite gave a growl, waving one of his limbs dismissively. He finally settled on glaring at the Sigma-thing as Filia took care of business.

“Anyways, Ms. Eloha, I think there’s a zoo in Sector 6, but there’s no point in looking there, obviously…” Filia trailed off, reaching one of her hands to twine a lock of hair around her fingers. Samson writhed at her touch, looping his strands around her digits as the girl thought. “There’s nothing like that here in Sector 5, I don’t think. Maybe it’s a pet shop or something…”

“Nah, we got somethin’ similar. There’s that aquarium over by the edge of the Sector,” said Samson. “I think the place is closed down, though, so no animals there.”

“Maybe…” Filia glanced up at Vader, giving a small smile. “What do you think, Ms. Eloha? Do you know this sector?”

(Source: parasiticpartner)

twobitheroics:

“As long as you’d be okay with it, I’d be happy to help.” Jack shrugged amiably. “Friends help friends, right?” He was realizing why he was friends with Filia—she was a nice girl. Nice people were few and far in between for Jack—especially since he joined the PSB.

The waiter took his time with the wine, but Jack was pleased to see the bottle. He needed a drink.

“Thank you.” Nodding slightly, the waiter poured Jack a glass and set the bottle upon the table, retreating to serve some other set of patrons. The splicer took the glass and took a swig of the fine wine, as if it was a shot of vodka. The swig turned into a chug—and in moments, the glass was empty. Totally oblivious towards the scandalized looks he was getting (Drinking wine like it was orange juice was surprisingly not condoned by the wine connoisseurs of the world, of which included some of the restaurant’s patrons) Jack poured himself another glass and took a sip. Only after he had finished did he answer Filia’s query.

“What I remember from… the last time I was here?” Jack frowned as he took another (large) sip of wine, smacking his lips when he set the glass back down onto the table. “Usual stuff. The purpose of the city. Who ran it, the sectors and all that. People… not so much.”

“I remember you—vaguely—but not your, ah…” There’s only a moment of hesitation as he chooses the right word to describe her parasite “Your companion. He’s… new. I do remember others. Friends. I recall some better than others.” He paused as he thought of the admittedly few people he had befriended in Hive City. Filia was the first one he’d seen. How were the rest of them doing? “No enemies, though. Some annoying people, but no one really bad.” It was surprising, at least to the man who had no one but a bunch of small children and an army of insane drug addicts for company, once upon a time. “It’s… annoying.”

Filia gave Jack a small smile before settling back into her irritated mood, resting her elbows on the table and glancing around. She felt out of place here, especially with Samson on the back of her head. This was obviously a nice restaurant for well-to-do people, and Filia was just a schoolgirl with a memory problem, and hardly any money to go around. Jack wasn’t much better; a good-natured thug who happened to come into some money by beating people half to death.

As soon as Jack put the bottle down, Samson made a grab for it, grinning. Filia made a noise of protest, but it hardly stopped the Parasite from chugging straight from the bottle. The girl sighed,  resigning to her soon-drunken fate.

Her expression softened a little as Jack spoke about his memories. “You’re lucky you remember anything. You’d think that if these scientists could bring us all the way here from our home worlds, they could at least keep our memories straight.”

“Yeah, you’re always sayin’ that thing, though,” said Samson, stopping his drink long enough to offer some sagely advice. “What was it, somethin’ like memories don’t matter. It’s who you are now that’s important, not who you were. Right?”

“I guess…” 

“Right! Don’t worry about it too much, kid.” As if to celebrate his wisdom, Samson began to down form the wine bottle again.

Filia frowned, but said nothing to the Parasite. She glanced up at Jack again, not quite smiling this time. “I guess it’s better than nothing, though. I mean, it could be better but… No point in worrying about it, I guess.”  She bowed her head, brow furrowed in concentration as if trying to recall the memories that weren’t there. “I wonder who else I knew. I probably had other friends, right? Maybe I had enemies, too…” She trailed off, frowning.

“It would suck if you had an enemy that ya didn’t remember. Then they could get you, and you’d be none the wiser!” said Samson, echoing Filia’s fears.

The girl was about to speak again, but was spared by the reappearance of the waiter, bearing a plate for Jack and two plates for Filia and Samson. This was it, this was what she’d been waiting for. The food on her plate wasn’t quite a burger, but it smelled good, and she was happy to have an excuse not to talk anymore. She tucked into the plate, forgetting her worries for a few precious moments.

biggesthypocrite:

Pucci grimaced feeling the water soak through his brand shoes due to a miss-step into a puddle. He was already pretty soggy due to the unrelenting rain but the shoes had been holding it well until now. 

He was getting rather impatient and growing rather weary of walking. It seemed that fate was simply not on his side today but the thought of giving up didn’t fascinate him either. Making no effort would no doubt get him into worse state. There had to be some clue givers around here…

He lifted his eyes meeting an obscure sight. It was a girl figure - that much he was sure of - but whatever was attached to her Pucci had no idea. Quite a bizarre sight. Frowning in fatigue he stared only half-listening of what it was spouting about. It took a while for him to register it staring right back into him with a good grasp of him. His eyes travelled down to the tendril and then to what it was attached to. At first he tried to pull himself off from the grasp but calmed down hearing the creatures words.

Ah, the fate was on his side after all….   

“….do tell. “

“I’ve been looking out for those.”

“Aha! See, I told ya kid, just leave it to me and I’ll fix everythin’!”

Samson released his grip on the man as soon as he heard those magic words, grinning to himself. “I mean, it was only a matter of time before we found some chump who was smart enough to actually wanna help out. No offense, pal.”

Filia frowned a bit, displeased with Samson’s rough tactics even if they were successful. “I’m sorry,” she said, turning around to face the man herself. Samson’s eyes watching from his spot atop Filia’s head, tendrils still waving slightly.

“I always tell him not to do things like that, but he does them anyways. He just doesn’t listen,” the girl continued. Finally, she forced a small smile. “But if you’re willing to help, I guess it’s okay!”

She held the note out to the man, still smiling. “It says Maybe today’s a good day to go view some animals. All by itself, I don’t know what it means… Do you know any other clues?”

(Source: parasiticpartner)

pasledessert:

/The yelling reminded her of Dedan, causing the Queen to subconsciously make her way towards the source. Her Add-On, Sigma, tried it’s best to lead it’s master into some shelter instead of the rain, but Vader seemed to be ignoring such suggestions.

Well, this man was rather vulgar, wasn’t he? Still, Vader wasn’t put off too much by his vocabulary. She still urged Sigma to stand by and be ready to defend her, though, just in case his bark was as bad as his bite.

She didn’t flinch as she was snatched by the parasite, but Sigma began to charge towards it. Vader put up her free hand as if to halt Sigma, though. Her expression was calm and she stood up straight with poise./

“Bien sûr, Monsieur. Mais…”

“Should we not introduce ourselves first?”

Samson bristled a little as the woman spoke to him; her voice sent shivers down his non-existent spine. There was just something a little… off about her, pun not intended. He shot a glare at the frilly shape that seemed to be angry at him before releasing his grip.

“I got no idea what you just said, but let’s see if you’re willin’ to help before we start makin’ nice.”

Filia finally noticed what was happening, and turned to face the woman in white. But Samson remained suspended, extending his body so that the Parasite and host were next to each other. “Oh, I’m sorry!” she said, pressing a hand to her breast. “He’s not supposed to do things like that, but this is kind of important!”

“I-I’m Filia, and this is Samson,” said the girl, gesturing to them both in turn. She didn’t have time to argue with Samson, better to acquiesce to the woman’s request for now. “Anyways, anyways, we got a clue! To find the detonators because the scientists said so! It’ll stop the storm or something! See?”

She held out the paper to the woman, repeating the cryptic clue. “Maybe today’s a good day to go view some animals. What do you think it means?”

(Source: parasiticpartner)

The rock that flew through Filia’s window woke her in an instant. Samson immediately started shouting threats, raising his tentacles in the air while Filia looked about for the source of the noise. She quickly found the rock, frowning as she wondered why someone would throw it through her window. And how they did it, since she was so high up…

The thing that had her attention at the moment, however, was the fact that there was a piece of paper wrapped around the rock; someone wanted to send her a message. She unwrapped the note, scanning it with widening eyes. “S-Samson… do you remember what the scientist on the announcement said? About the clues and the storm and the detonator, and- and-!” She quickly handed the note to Samson, eyes now wide with panic. “You see? We have to tell everyone about it!”

“Maybe today’s a good day to go view some animals.”

Not waiting for the Parasite’s response, the girl ran out the door, down the stairs, and out onto the streets of the Sector. There weren’t many people about, not since the storm hit, but someone had to be willing to help.

“Um, excuse me,” she said, moving towards a passerby. But her meek words were ignored. She tried again and again, but each time, her words fell on deaf ears. Filia puffed out her cheeks, more annoyed than saddened by the turn of events. “Samson…”

The Parasite made a grunting sound, grinding his teeth together. “Yeah, alright. I got this, kid.”

“Alright, listen up, ya primitive screwheads! If you care about not gettin’ drowned or not gettin’ hit by hail the size of a gigan’s nuts, you better shut the hell up and pay attention!”

Even in the storm, Samson’s voice carried loud through the streets. A few heads finally turned, and Samson reached out to grab a passerby with one of his tendrils. “Hey, you! Yeah, you, you wanna help out, right? Well, we got a clue to help stop this goddamn storm, so let’s have a little chat, whaddya say?”

twobitheroics:

“Hey, don’t worry, Filia.” Jack tried to smile in what he hoped was a reassuring fashion. “Hrm. I guess your memory loss… it must be worse…” Despite his smile, he couldn’t help but sound morose, like the doctor giving his patient a rather grim diagnosis. “Well. Not much we can do about that save… goin’ out again, no?” It wouldn’t be all that different from Jack’s daily routine, anyways—if Filia (and Samson) consented… it’d be nice to have company on his wanderings. Maybe it could even help jog her memory. “I mean, if you’d like.”

“Well… hrm… d’you remember anything from the last time you were here…?” Jack himself recalled… general impressions. Like how Sector 3 was bad news for upstanding folk… but a land of opportunity for people like him—the thugs with hands used to heavy lifting and cracking skulls. At the same time a lot was lost—some areas of the city were totally foreign to him, and whether or not it was because they were new or he had forgotten… he didn’t know.

After a moment or so, the waiter returned, bearing a notepad and pencil.

“Ah.” Jack scanned the menu once more, before finally deciding on his order. “I’ll have… the porterhouse steak, medium rare… extra order of mashed potatoes. Oh, I’d like a… a bottle of red wine, too.” Jack certainly wasn’t one to spare any expense, at least when it came to food. “Just order whatever you’d like, Filia, Samson. I’m footing the bill.”

“Of course, sir. And for the… lady?” Jack couldn’t help but wince at the waiter’s (not totally unexpected) pause. Samson… well, Jack didn’t know what to think about him. He still was pulling up a big great blank—Filia was someone he ‘remembered’, but her… parasite? He was abrasive, but… well, Jack just had to wait and see.

Despite Jack’s kind words, Filia could only frown, glancing around in an uncomfortable manner. She’d told herself before that memories didn’t matter, only who she was now did, but with her memories taken away a second time… Why did it upset her now? Was it because she knew the source of the problem? Because she still thought she could get those memories back?

She looked up again to see Jack smiling at her, and felt compelled to smile back. “Well, that sounds fine. I mean, me and Samson don’t have much to do, so it might be fun. And if it could help me get my memories back…”

A frown creased the girl’s lips and she looked down into her lap. Jack had gotten his memories back, so why hadn’t she?

“No, I don’t remember anything,” she said, shaking her head. “Well I mean… I guess I sort of remembered you, Jack. I remembered that I remembered you, if that makes sense.” She’d done a bit of exploring, hoping that something she saw might jog her memory, but nothing ever did. Filia wasn’t sad about the whole thing, only mad. Her memories had been stolen from her this time, so there had to be a way to get them back.

The reappearance of the waiter sent Filia back to the menu, glancing through it all in an effort to recall what she’d wanted to order. The whole thing was a bit too high-class for her; she would’ve been totally happy with a hamburger and a cup of coffee, but there were things like roast duck and fish fillets that only made her more indecisive.

“I’ll just have… um… How about the cordon bleu?” she said, still not entirely sure about her choice. The menu said it was meat within meat within breadcrumbs, so that was kind of like a hamburger, right?

“Make it two,” said Samson, extending a limb to snap his fingers at the water.

Filia continued to stare down at her lap when the waiter vanished, becoming more annoyed the more she thought about her missing memories. “So Jack, what do you remember about Hive City, then?”

dorarara:

Josuke wasn’t afraid of Samson and his sharp teeth, at least not in this state. He was more worried about defending the honor of his stylish pompadour, so Samson could growl and bare his teeth all he wanted, but Josuke wouldn’t stand down. In fact, as Samson began to lash out another insult, Josuke leaned further in, coaxing him with mumblings of ‘Oh yeah? Oh yeah?’ until Filia’s voice chimed in, and Samson yelped.

Josuke fell back in his seat, surprised at what had just happened, but most of the anger had dissipated from his body. Instead, amusement had replaced it, and he couldn’t help but smirk smugly at Samson, who’d been reined in by Filia.  

“Don’t worry about it. Dude’s easy enough to ignore, as long as he’s not talking shit about my hair. And I’m glad you like it! That’s all that matters.”

“Shit, he’s like a rabid dog. Don’t you ever get tired of that attitude?”

The tense atmosphere between the 3 settled down once Josuke had said the magic words. He smiled wide as he closed his menu, setting it aside.

“Alright then, that’ll be two orders of birthday cake pancakes, and two milkshakes!” He said excitedly to the waitress that came by. God, his stomach was grumbling already, and he’d had two burgers about a half an hour ago!

“It’s not my birthday for a while, but I guess it doesn’t really matter, does it?”

Samson continued to give Josuke dirty looks from his spot atop Filia’s head, tendrils roiling in irritation. His movement gave Filia’s hair the appearance of an oil spill, slick and foreboding.

The menu was still more interesting to Filia than whatever fights Samson was getting into, and she continued to read through it, only glancing up when Josuke spoke again. “Huh? Oh, well, you really shouldn’t let the things he says bother you, he’s like that to everyone.”

“What? No I ain’t! I’m only like that to freaks and annoyin’ people, I’m usually a pretty friendly guy!” snapped Samson.

“Name three people you’re nice to,” said Filia, not looking up.

“Well, there’s you, and then there’s… uh… It don’t matter! I got lotsa friends! Shut up!”

Samson growled and settled back into his spot as Filia giggled. “It’s fine, really,” she said, looking up at Josuke. “He’s a bit… rough around the edges, but nice when you get to know him, really.” The Parasite only growled in response. 

Her eyes lit up when Josuke finally placed the order. She didn’t even know what birthday pancakes entailed, but how could it possibly be bad? And a milkshake to go with it, truly, Josuke was a man after her own heart.

“Well, it’s my Birthday,” she said, eyes following the waitress into the kitchen. “And we’re celebrating that, so it’s okay. But if we’re still here when your Birthday comes around, we can come back! And we’ll pay for it!”

“Hey now, let’s not go throwin’ pearls before swine, kid. Not like we got a lotta money to spend,” said Samson.

Filia frowned, but smiled again just as quickly. “It’s for a friend, so it’s worth it, right?”

(Source: parasiticpartner)

dorarara:

Josuke explained the mechanics of his Stand in an extremely casual manner, without even thinking of the girl and if she’d have any idea what he was talking about. Still, he didn’t think it was that confusing, or weird even, especially to a girl with a talking monster on her head.

When he handed her the menú, he knew he’d made a grave mistake. Though she seemed to be trying to keep her smile in check, he’d seen how she’d lit up at the prospect of the delicious dishes, and thanked god he hadn’t told her ‘order anything you want!’ Hopefully she’d pick something not too expensive.

He watched as Samson seemed to look out for Filia, who had spaced out, and couldn’t help but find it a bit sweet. Then all the sweet feelings went out the window as the topic of his hair was brought up. Josuke balled his hands into fists, slamming them on the table as he leaned in towards Filia, his gaze turned upwards to glare at Samson.

“My hair is fine…you got shit to say about it…?” Shake it off, Josuke! Samson hadn’t directly insulted his hair, so he was able to do just that, and focus on the topic at hand.

“Got it. So his rude ass just up and jumped on your head one day? Geez. I get how it works though. Can’t say I’ve ever seen anything like it, not like this.” His mind wandered a moment…the most similar thing he could think of was that Stand, Cheap Trick, that had latched itself onto Rohan’s back, but it was hardly similar. He snapped back to attention when Filia suddenly asked him a question, and he couldn’t help but laugh at it. Sheesh, was food the only thing on her mind?

“Y’know, I think so! I mean, this is a diner after all, what kind of diner doesn’t serve breakfast all day? Ohh man, look at these! Birthday cake pancakes! That sounds freakin sweeet!”

Filia gave a start as Josuke pounded on the table, leaning in towards her. She didn’t recoil but only stared back, wondering what she’d said to suddenly make the boy so mad. But after a moment, she realized that his glaring wasn’t directed at her, but at Samson.

The Parasite rose from his spot on Filia’s head, stretching out a pair of arms to pound on the table as Josuke had done. “Look buddy, I’m hair, so I know hair,” he said, leaning in. The Parasite bared his teeth, giving a low growl before saying “So I think I know that your hair looks like sh-“

“Samson!”

The Parasite yelped as Filia tugged on one of his limbs, knocking him off balance and causing him to retreat to his usual spot. “I’m so sorry about that, Josuke,” said the girl, giving a sheepish smile. “He just really hates people he doesn’t know. But I think your hair is nice, so don’t worry about him!” She gave one last smile before ducking into the menu once again.

“Samson, you could stand to be a little nicer,” she hissed. The Parasite draw close, stretching his face closer to his hostess. “He’s buying us food, so don’t insult him.”

“I do what I want!” he snapped. “You ain’t the boss of me, kid. I don’t gotta take nothin’ from a guy with hair like that.”

Both the girl and the Parasite grumbled a bit, both knowing they wouldn’t reach an agreement. But Filia’s bad mood was magically erased by three words.

“Birthday cake… pancakes?” First she frowned. Then her eyes lit up like a child at Christmastime. “I… I want those. And a milkshake!”

“I wanna go home,” said Samson.

(Source: parasiticpartner)