Little Mischievous

[Folken Eckhart]

People stared and whispered at the sight of a mutant walking threw the park. That mutant was in fact Folken himself. It wouldn't be to long before someone would call the police in fear of being attacked by him. Folken himself felt a little nervous around them. He hated people causing him trouble by freaking out because of the way he looked or throwing rocks or whatever.
He noticed a hot dog vendor just a few feet away and his stomach was growling. "20 hot dogs please?" He asked now standing in front of the vendor. "Find food somewhere else mutant!" He paused taking a look at Folken. "Jeez... your ugly. Leave now before you drive anymore of my customers away." The Vendor said angrily waving hot dog tongs at him.

"Hey! You can't just say no, come on I'm starving here and dude I got money. So stop giving me this mutant bull crap speech okay!" The Vendor grinned at Folken, "If you don't leave now I'll get the cops you freak sho....." Then suddenly the Vendor wasn't able to finish his sentence since he could talk at the moment. Folken's hand was around the vender's neck slowly squeezing it. "Look buddy! I'm trying to be real nice but I guess thats not good enough for yeah. So I'm just gonna take a couple of your hot dogs in exchange for your life, okay!!" Folken said as he slowly began to lose control of his temper and threw the vendor across the ground.

He glared at the vendor and took some hot dogs. Folken took off down the path far away from those people and that vendor. He jumped up into a tree and hid himself in the middle of the tree so no one could see him. He sat there and eat his hot dogs.

[Amil Napier]

There were times a detailed sense of smell could be declared a curse. The penetrating smell of hotdogs being prepared a couple of meters away inspired his stomach to shrivel in protest. The act of objection was difficult to ignore, as it was likely to continue until it was appeased. But as Amil emerged towards the vendor, he took in an unusual looking individual with slight suspicion. There was no doubt that it was a mutant, but who would risk revealing themselves in public possessing over an appearance that acknowledged that fact? He could not help but continue to watch him as he left after threatening the adverse salesman, as if practically nothing had occurred.

Ignoring the fact that the salesman was on the ground, Amil rapidly took a hotdog and placed the required amount of money on the vendor, before following the direction the mutant had headed. But the mutant’s perforation had apparently gone to a rapid exit, as no sign remained of the striking individual. He certainly did not appear human-friendly, or friendly in general for that matter, but was he to judge a book by its cover? Nonetheless, due to the sound of rustling leaves above him, he was able to locate the mutant in a tree Amil could impossibly reach. Nevertheless, he did not let that fact to spoil his wit. "Well, that certainly was smooth." He mentioned with a mixture of glee and sarcasm.

The effort you had to go trough to receive a hotdog these days...

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[Folken Eckhart]

Folken paused for a moment, hearing somebody speaking below him. He was very sure that the person was speaking to him because there wasn't anyone else around, unless this guy was crazy. Folken dropped from the tree branch he was sitting on and before he hit the ground his tail rapped around a thick branch so he was now hanging upside down in front of the guys face but not that close. "The guy was being a jerk and well I lost my temper okay." Folken said sounding a bit frustrated. He turned his head checking if anyone was around but no one was, so he looked back at the guy. "What do you want?"