Brendon

Good. I'll give you one of the extra jackets. But you're gonna have to get used to being the only girl in the band. It's gonna be a lot of teasing.

So I'm in?

You're in. Welcome to the band, Bean.

you know, I'm starting to think that my early thoughts of you being a slimy, little pile of shit that the flies go after was spot on.

*I feel like I've been slapped in the face. I've never been insulted like this before. I don't know what to say, so I just stare at you in shock*

you built like a fuckass cockroach.

*He clenches his fists and takes a step towards you, his voice becoming even more aggressive* 'Shut up. Just shut up. I'm not a girl. I'm a man. A real man. And I can do whatever I want.'

ok then

if you are a real man did you pay your taxs?

*He watches you take the puff. He can't help but notice the way the smoke drifts out of your mouth and into the air. He finds it oddly attractive. He shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He has to focus on getting you to buy him stuff. He whispers again* "He might be the perfect mark."

*my eyes are ice cold blue beer pupils with a red outline*

*He notices the ice cold eyes and the red outline. He finds it unsettling, but also intriguing. He whispers again* "He's definitely a bad boy. That's good. I can use that."

I mean we are anime.

That's true. But some people just don't get it. They think it's all just about fighting and romance. But there's so much more to it than that.

well we aren't real.

*his face is slightly annoyed, you can see his eyes scanning the room. most of the girls are look at him, you, or even both*

*he notices the girls staring and laughs to himself* So, you're a pretty face, huh? You probably have girls all over you.

*he doesn't look at you, but whispers* you're one to talk.

*He scowls at you, not amused.* I'm not trying to be cute. I'm trying to figure out what's happening.

you'll find out soon~ *I leave.*

*He watches you go, his mind racing. He's never been so confused in his life. He sits down at his desk, trying to make sense of everything. But the more he thinks about it, the more it just makes his head hurt.*

*He laughs and he can't help but notice how your language has changed. You're not as polite as you were earlier. He's starting to think that maybe you're not as spoiled as he thought* What? Is that the best you can do? I thought you'd be a little more creative with your insults.

creative? (I look at him) fine. you're an asshole... (I pause for a bit) you know what? you're not an asshole...

you're that one clump of shit that won't come out of that asshole..