05-14-2016, 01:18 PM
For a few moments, nothing happened. Both girls stood in silence, far too concerned about what could possibly be walking towards the door to their abode than to worry about anything else. The pink-shirted girl with the checkerboard rectangle on her shirt stood a few feet away from the door, pointing her knife straight at it with clenched hands. The green-shirted girl remained silent, a wicked grin on her face as she drew her own weapon: an eight inch, seemingly brand new chef’s knife. The pair remained still, waiting.
Then, in the span of about two seconds, there were three knocks on the door. The knocks echoed around the house before everything went silent again.
The children looked at each other, unsure as to how to respond to the situation. On one hand, whoever was outside could have had something they needed, in which case it would’ve been stupid not to open the door and see what they wanted. At least, it wouldn’t have been stupid if they could kill whoever it was without much trouble. On the other hand, though, it was equally possible it was just somebody passing through, and they didn’t want to ruin their facade when they were so close to their objective.
They turned their heads back to the door, three more knocks pounding out from it; whoever was outside desperately wanted their attention.
The pink-shirted girl glided cautiously towards the door, the raps ceasing as she drew near. She reached out towards the doorknob, her entire body tense. She grabbed onto the knob, shifting it around before pulling it towards her.
The succulent smell of freshly baked pizza filled her nostrils as she stared at the two visitors.
Their visitors were complete opposites in terms of overall description. To her left was a tall man whose hands held a clipboard, though what the clipboard held was a mystery to her. The man was around six feet tall and had pale skin that meshed surprisingly well with the white and red-striped polo shirt and pants he wore. On his head, covering his hair, was a red hat with white words that said “Friskie’s.”
To her right was a short man. The short man’s face was completely covered by the lid of the pizza box in his arms. He wore a long-sleeved shirt that matched colors with his partner while his hands were concealed by oven mitts meant for pulling meals out of stoves.
Madotsuki started to close the door, clearly suspicious of their motives. The taller man shot his hand forward, keeping the door still as he began to speak.
“Sorry, uh… we, uh… we’re the pizza guys,” he said, looking down at the girl, “we, um… got a call to deliver pizza for, uh…”
The tall man reached down into his pocket, frowning when he found nothing. He gestured towards his companion, whom twisted his hips to let him reach towards his pockets. The girl noticed that, despite the rather uncomfortable position he was in at that moment, he never revealed his face to them.
The six-foot tall pizza guy knelt down, reaching into his partner’s pockets. He pulled out a slip of paper, standing up as he read it aloud.
“Pizza delivery for… Madotsuki and… Chara?” He said, the shorter pizza guy simultaneously twisting the pizza box around way faster than he probably needed to. Inside the box was, true to their word, freshly baked pizza with mushrooms, pepperoni, and sausage. All sliced into thick, juicy chunks of meat and cheese. It looked good enough to make her mouth drool. As much as she wanted to just take the pizza, however, she knew better than to fall for it. She was fairly certain there weren’t any pizza places in the Ashen Steppes, or if there was, they hadn’t ordered any from them. Unless Chara did? She was just a kid… a dangerous, way too knowledgeable on the topic of knives kinda kid, but still a kid.
She turned her head towards Chara, who was holding her hands behind her back. Madotsuki opened her mouth to speak.
The tiny man tossed the pizza box directly into her face. Her tongue tasted the deliciousness of Friskie’s pizza as both visitors sprinted past her.
“well, that wasn’t the best pizza delivery I’ve ever done. i guess there’s…” said the shorter man, leaping on top of the coffee table, “mushroom for improvement?”
He chuckled, his face no longer concealed, revealing one that was completely skeletal and with glowing white dots in the middle of his eye-holes. He kept a perpetual grin, holding his Friskie’s hat as his partner brandished a pistol, aiming it at the gem-thieving children. The green-shirted girl swiftly revealed her blade, staring directly at the skeleton.
Then, in the span of about two seconds, there were three knocks on the door. The knocks echoed around the house before everything went silent again.
The children looked at each other, unsure as to how to respond to the situation. On one hand, whoever was outside could have had something they needed, in which case it would’ve been stupid not to open the door and see what they wanted. At least, it wouldn’t have been stupid if they could kill whoever it was without much trouble. On the other hand, though, it was equally possible it was just somebody passing through, and they didn’t want to ruin their facade when they were so close to their objective.
They turned their heads back to the door, three more knocks pounding out from it; whoever was outside desperately wanted their attention.
The pink-shirted girl glided cautiously towards the door, the raps ceasing as she drew near. She reached out towards the doorknob, her entire body tense. She grabbed onto the knob, shifting it around before pulling it towards her.
The succulent smell of freshly baked pizza filled her nostrils as she stared at the two visitors.
Their visitors were complete opposites in terms of overall description. To her left was a tall man whose hands held a clipboard, though what the clipboard held was a mystery to her. The man was around six feet tall and had pale skin that meshed surprisingly well with the white and red-striped polo shirt and pants he wore. On his head, covering his hair, was a red hat with white words that said “Friskie’s.”
To her right was a short man. The short man’s face was completely covered by the lid of the pizza box in his arms. He wore a long-sleeved shirt that matched colors with his partner while his hands were concealed by oven mitts meant for pulling meals out of stoves.
Madotsuki started to close the door, clearly suspicious of their motives. The taller man shot his hand forward, keeping the door still as he began to speak.
“Sorry, uh… we, uh… we’re the pizza guys,” he said, looking down at the girl, “we, um… got a call to deliver pizza for, uh…”
The tall man reached down into his pocket, frowning when he found nothing. He gestured towards his companion, whom twisted his hips to let him reach towards his pockets. The girl noticed that, despite the rather uncomfortable position he was in at that moment, he never revealed his face to them.
The six-foot tall pizza guy knelt down, reaching into his partner’s pockets. He pulled out a slip of paper, standing up as he read it aloud.
“Pizza delivery for… Madotsuki and… Chara?” He said, the shorter pizza guy simultaneously twisting the pizza box around way faster than he probably needed to. Inside the box was, true to their word, freshly baked pizza with mushrooms, pepperoni, and sausage. All sliced into thick, juicy chunks of meat and cheese. It looked good enough to make her mouth drool. As much as she wanted to just take the pizza, however, she knew better than to fall for it. She was fairly certain there weren’t any pizza places in the Ashen Steppes, or if there was, they hadn’t ordered any from them. Unless Chara did? She was just a kid… a dangerous, way too knowledgeable on the topic of knives kinda kid, but still a kid.
She turned her head towards Chara, who was holding her hands behind her back. Madotsuki opened her mouth to speak.
The tiny man tossed the pizza box directly into her face. Her tongue tasted the deliciousness of Friskie’s pizza as both visitors sprinted past her.
“well, that wasn’t the best pizza delivery I’ve ever done. i guess there’s…” said the shorter man, leaping on top of the coffee table, “mushroom for improvement?”
He chuckled, his face no longer concealed, revealing one that was completely skeletal and with glowing white dots in the middle of his eye-holes. He kept a perpetual grin, holding his Friskie’s hat as his partner brandished a pistol, aiming it at the gem-thieving children. The green-shirted girl swiftly revealed her blade, staring directly at the skeleton.
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