Thread: Touch: The Fluffy Tail (Tek&Wing)

Nick quite honestly meant nothing in that regard, to pick fun at her feelings or anything. To him, Tama thought of him as only a dear friend. The thought of them being together was an old memory thought about by a young, 13 year old version of the man that stood before her that day. Why didn't he act upon it? Well, Tama was so wild and all over the place at times, Nick felt like they would only be best friends. Not only that, but as time grew on, he felt more fearful that their friendship would be destroyed. Then what? Spend nights walking around on the streets doing absolutely nothing? Nick couldn't imagine stopping with Tama. It was like a nightmare in a way, strolling down an empty street where no one bothered with him. He could imagine Tama hanging out with other friends and such. To lose that, it made him panic. He was lucky that his father was always away that he didn't care what Nick did. What if he tried to pry them apart? Another bit of worry. For now, they would only be friends. Or, so he would think... With a small chuckle, he just patted her head and shook his head. Take it easy, Tama. I wouldn't want you to change. You're too awesome already. Anymore, and my mind might explode. Nick told her, though meant it all. And besides, even if you are, that's cool. I always wanted a perverted kitsune friend. He told her, but saw that she seemed to be deep in thought. Curiously, he wondered what might be going through her head. Since they spoke about her mother, he was curious as to what the woman was like. Nick didn't recall meeting her, even as she was a child. He only remembered always rushing home after elementary school to a house where his uncle would be caring for him for the season. Until Nick was old enough to take care of himself, only then would he spend more time out with Tama. Even then, he didn't remember her mother. He felt like he should meet her, though. Perhaps another time he'd ask. Hm, you say something? Nick looked over to her, seeing her wagging tail and bright smile. He raised an eyebrow as they suggest their usual banter. With a small shrug and crack of his knuckles, Nick gave a sigh and cocky smile. All right, all right. Sounds like good ol' fashioned fun time for some unsuspecting victims! He proclaimed and pumped his fist, already spotting their targets. He felt his reticule lock on to them, sensors functioning at nominal levels, and missiles at the ready. Target locked! You're up, Tama! Watching from afar, Nick snickered deviously. Oh, this was going to be good. This was their usual pranks among pranks, the duo always tricking someone everyday. This would be fun too since they had a group. Whoa, he nearly missed it as he was plotting his speech. As the college jock reached to grab his soda and released a panicked shriek, that was Nick's cue. He immediately rushed on over, startling the others while he placed his hands upon the victim's shoulders. What the hell?! Why did you buy a drink from this one?! He feigned exerting himself to help pull his hand out. Nick's face was written with pure terror... fake pure terror, that is. He released the man's shoulders and gripped his auburn hair, swallowing nervously. No no no no. Not another one. Please don't take another soul, you accursed, haunted vending machine! Nick heard everyone gasp and ask about what he meant by haunted. You idiots! I mean exactly what I mean! This thing is H, A, U, N, T, E, D. Haunted ! It's possessed by the soul of a vengeful spirit who's drink was stolen from him. Having passed away from thirst, he now resides in this machine, taking the souls of those who want but a simple can of soda. Expecting it, Nick laughed mentally when he saw everyone look at him in disbelief, yet worry for his friend. And, he would wait for Tama to give a forceful tug, which would elicit further screaming from the young man. Nick stomped his foot and pointed to the arm in the vending machine. Do you think this is some joke?! Your friend will become spirit food if we don't appease this vengeful spirit! The only way to do so, He sighed, looking with furrowed eyebrows to the vending machine, and then back to everyone else. Is to give it something of equal value. Quickly! What do you all have?! Each and every one of them began to fidget madly, trying to provide something. Most of them had spare change, bubble gum wrappers, make a carton of cigarettes. Oh boy, what lame bounty. Not that he wanted to steal them, he just thought they'd have something interesting on them. Nick flailed his arms about, running around in circles as he kept screaming about something like, Please, oh please be merciful spirit! These foolish men know not what they have angered! Hm, perhaps they could get some free drinks off of them. All this acting was making him parched.