05-17-2015, 05:31 PM
Sometimes, Neal enjoyed being anonymous. As he passed through the Lobby on his way to the Recreation Dome, he observed a few more people swarmed by the buzzing paparazzi.
"What's your name?"
"Neal."
"Who?" That was the extent of his original greeting. His second time hough the Lobby earned him evenot less attention. Why? Neal assumed he was just invisible compared to some of the other faces that dominated the attentions of the camera toting dunderheads.
His trip to the park had been very entertaining, what with that strange woman poof in him from place to place. Neal'a hand resta over his chest, where a red stain remains as a testimony of their fun. [7]Bitch crushed my cherries , [/i] he mock pouts. In truth, the chase was fun enough that Neal did not mind losing his bounty.
Entering the Rec, his nose was assaulted with some of the most savory smells he could imagine. Maybe it was just his stomach, which was still rather empty, but his plans immediately changed to include lunch. But... where would he go?
Su beat caught his eye first. There had been a great many of them in his universe. Olive garden too, but he never favored them. There were a great many restraints he did not recognize, which he guessed were from around the world, or a completely unique universe. And then, there were those in between.
"MR. SMOOTHIES! Neal waa understandably extatic. Like a fish on a hook, Neal was reeled in by the sign. Lucky him, the line was pretty short. "Ehem... one Grasshopper smoothie, por favor.
The puberty-stricken adolescent did not even blink. The next moment he was handing Neal a paper cup filled with a thick, green, frozen beverage. Immediately, Neal brought the drink to his lips for a quick taste. There was an instant kick in the teeth. "Sour apple and wheat grass?" Maybe a bit of lime too?
"SHHHHH! You're gonna give away the secret recipe!" The teen scolded before shooing Neal away. At first, he opened his mouth, about to mention payment... but the cashier said nothing about it as he moved on to the next customer. Sweet, free stuff!
Turning about on the balls of his feet, he redirected himself into the general flow of people. Mmm, this is actually pretty g--Splursh! Shock and horror overwhelmed Neal.
One moment he had been sipping on his Mr. Smoothy's Grasshopper Smoothie, the next... his chest was cold and his shirt of red and green stains looked like a Christmass Tiedye.
His eyes instantly lock onto the perpetrator. ...What am I looking at?" A mix of frustration, anger and utter confusion filled him. The source? A sudden wave of nestalgia. Why? Because this strange, long eared blond boy and pet looked so familiar. "Jak and Dexter?" Because Daxter is so much harder to remember...
"What's your name?"
"Neal."
"Who?" That was the extent of his original greeting. His second time hough the Lobby earned him evenot less attention. Why? Neal assumed he was just invisible compared to some of the other faces that dominated the attentions of the camera toting dunderheads.
His trip to the park had been very entertaining, what with that strange woman poof in him from place to place. Neal'a hand resta over his chest, where a red stain remains as a testimony of their fun. [7]Bitch crushed my cherries , [/i] he mock pouts. In truth, the chase was fun enough that Neal did not mind losing his bounty.
Entering the Rec, his nose was assaulted with some of the most savory smells he could imagine. Maybe it was just his stomach, which was still rather empty, but his plans immediately changed to include lunch. But... where would he go?
Su beat caught his eye first. There had been a great many of them in his universe. Olive garden too, but he never favored them. There were a great many restraints he did not recognize, which he guessed were from around the world, or a completely unique universe. And then, there were those in between.
"MR. SMOOTHIES! Neal waa understandably extatic. Like a fish on a hook, Neal was reeled in by the sign. Lucky him, the line was pretty short. "Ehem... one Grasshopper smoothie, por favor.
The puberty-stricken adolescent did not even blink. The next moment he was handing Neal a paper cup filled with a thick, green, frozen beverage. Immediately, Neal brought the drink to his lips for a quick taste. There was an instant kick in the teeth. "Sour apple and wheat grass?" Maybe a bit of lime too?
"SHHHHH! You're gonna give away the secret recipe!" The teen scolded before shooing Neal away. At first, he opened his mouth, about to mention payment... but the cashier said nothing about it as he moved on to the next customer. Sweet, free stuff!
Turning about on the balls of his feet, he redirected himself into the general flow of people. Mmm, this is actually pretty g--Splursh! Shock and horror overwhelmed Neal.
One moment he had been sipping on his Mr. Smoothy's Grasshopper Smoothie, the next... his chest was cold and his shirt of red and green stains looked like a Christmass Tiedye.
His eyes instantly lock onto the perpetrator. ...What am I looking at?" A mix of frustration, anger and utter confusion filled him. The source? A sudden wave of nestalgia. Why? Because this strange, long eared blond boy and pet looked so familiar. "Jak and Dexter?" Because Daxter is so much harder to remember...