Cocktail B-52, attack!

Sand is still healing, but he feels well enough to walk around the city again on his own. Even if certain others would rather he didn’t, but it helps him feel less restless.

The sight of a green glow that wasn’t his however caught his attention as he passed by dark alleyways. Latn ended up going ahead to check out who it was, and with the way the other was giggling he could guess that it might be someone they knew.

Sand go closer to notice it was B-52, now with Latn on his head. Resting in the alley, he brushed one of his own wings against the other.

“B-52….“ he said as he waited to see if the other would wake up to the gentle brush.

B-52 may be still sleeping, but the sudden weight on his head doesn’t go unnoticed. Being a light sleeper has its goods and bads, especially when he’s sleeping in a place he’s unfamiliar with. His throat betrays him with letting out a little groan and he cracks an eye open.

He’s not quite expecting to see Sand of all people, and the surprise fully wakes him up along with the wing brush. He blinks once.

Without a place to properly rest in, B-52 goes back to his roots of sleeping in places that he shouldn’t sleep in. Like while leaning against a wall in an alley. And of course, he’s still standing while his eyes are closed for a nap.

Unlike B-52′s quiet wings, Dragonfruit’s wings sound like the wind blowing though flowers. Its not super loud, and wouldn’t be as noticeable in an area filled with plants. 

As for the answer, Dragonfruit thinks. All around the city? So the other would know the city rather well at this point right? They didn’t sound as new as he was in just his answers… maybe they even normally lived here. Though perhaps not… Dragonfruit hadn’t seen anyone who looked at all close to B-52. 

“M-me…. I’m… new?“ The answer is a bit slow, as if Dragonfruit isn’t sure if he should say so. He didn’t even know how often new people might show up here, or if they were liked. 

“I like to f-fly though…“ Flying was the most freeing thing he could do, and back home it would be the best way to get away from danger. Here, it still seemed like the best way to get away as long as he didn’t get on the bad side of anyone who could fly… hopefully there wasn’t too many?

B-52 isn’t surprised by the answer, and gives a nod a moment later. He doesn’t meet the new people that get dragged into the city all that often, but he can guess it was the case for Dragonfruit. 

“New people come into the city a lot,” he says it like a fact. “It happens when the city goes dark, and sometimes people leave too.” Or that’s as much as B-52 knows, after watching the process himself and also from hearing it from other people.

“Oh,” B-52 lets out in surprise. “Me too.” It’s really the one thing he enjoys outside of fulfilling his duty. Though he much prefers to fly when the weather isn’t too hot or cold, or else he’ll need another maintenance if the temperature of his parts swings too much to one side.

Dragonfruit hears the other speak, and they don’t sound angry… yet they also don’t sound pleased. Hes not really sure just what to do after all most of him is telling him to fly away while he has the chance.

Yet… Hes also never met someone with wings, and he can’t help but be curious about them. They don’t seem anything like his own plant-like wings, they seem more metal. Something human-made but its a nicer color than the white the humans like to use back home.

“O-oh…“ He finally gives an answer, after clearly studying the other. His flying is still a little fluttery since hes not calm, but as long as the other isn’t trying to scare him maybe he can… talk for a little while?

“Do… Do you always fly a-around here?“ At least if he gets a yes and the other turns out to no be as kind he knows he should avoid flying in this area. If not… well hes not sure, hes not really the best at talking to people so hes not thinking that far ahead.

B-52 is quiet when the person looks at him, and he also takes his time in observing them. They have wings that looked like flower petals, and combined with the colours it reminds him of a plant. The wings look natural compared to his mechanical wings.

They seem calmer than when B-52 first bumped into them, but they still sound very unsure and nervous. His wings are gently flapping as he hovers in place, not making any noise.

B-52 tilts his head a little as he answers, “I fly around the whole city.” Really, he flies more than he walks on foot. Sometimes it’s because the place he wants to go is too far and he’s not comfortable using the transport in the city, but most of the time it’s just because he likes flying.

@commoncocktail

Perhaps Dragonfruit had gotten a bit too daring during his night wandering. Something about this city just made him feel a bit more willing to be anywhere near people he would normally avoid. Though it didn’t help that people were just all over no matter where he went.

However it didn’t help him from not being spooked when someone bumped into him, and even spoke sharply at him for being in the way. He didn’t get all the words, he just knew that right away he spread his tiny wings and flew up into the sky to get away from the person. 

He didn’t expect anyone else to be in the sky, at the most maybe another bird so while he was looking down at the person who yelled at him, he bumped into something… larger than a bird in the sky. 

“A-ah!“ his wings quickly fluttered as he tried to flutter away from what they bumped into. They took in enough that it was another person? with wings? But bumping into two people he didn’t know in a row had him very on edge.

“S-s-orry! I-i…“ Didn’t know other people could fly was what he was going to say but there was a bit of panic in his thought at the idea of if the other got angry at him, he might not be able to fly away from them like others. His panic even showed in his flying with how uneven his flaps were and how he couldn’t stay still.

B-52 was just flying around at night after waking up from another unpleasant dream, despite the uncomfortable feeling of cold air hitting his machine parts. He was wondering about some other things, so he wasn’t paying that much attention to where he was flying towards.

Doesn’t help that a blur of green and pink decides to come out of nowhere, but luckily B-52 wasn’t flying that fast or anything, so the collision is just a harmless bump. The green and pink was definitely a person.

B-52 doesn’t say anything as he fluttered away from the green and pink person after their bump. He hasn’t met someone else with wings in this city, so this is a first for him too.

Well Euden can’t say hes against resting at B-52′s apartment, at least he wouldn’t be alone right? Though he doesn’t think hes ever been there before, and its a bit strange to just rest at someone else’s home right?

“Are you sure?“ Is all he offers as a question, he would say more but hes still tried and B-52 is a bit warm. Does warmth help people feel more sleepy? 

B-52 is busy flying, so he doesn’t notice that the warmth from his flames is making Euden sleepy. He’s focused on getting to his apartment faster so Euden can rest sooner.

Euden saw B-52 getting closer but he didn’t react fast enough to stop the other from picking him up. He doesn’t even try to wiggle since he felt B-52 take off into the sky.

“Uh, I forgot?“ This is clearly a bad lie, but what else could Euden do other than tell B where his home was.

B-52 is glad that Euden doesn’t struggle, and is looking around to make sure nothing else is in the sky. But Euden’s answer makes B-52 give him a stray glance. 

“I don’t really want to go home…“ Euden tries to get away from the sleeping part of the topic. Though he doesn’t want to go home since its too quiet there, and makes him feel alone. Even if thats good when you want to sleep.

“I’ll be fine, really B!“ 

“Why?” B-52 asks, completely unaware of Euden’s dilemma.

Oh hes been caught, B-52 clearly know he was asleep. 

“Well, I didn’t mean to fall asleep…“ What was he doing before though? He can’t really remember. “I’m okay though! thanks for waking me up.“

B-52 may be oblivious about many things, but he knows a tired person when he sees one. Watching Brownie has given him experience.

It doesn’t take too much to wake Euden back up, though he does shake his head a bit to keep himself awake.

“O-oh B, I didn’t notice you there.“ Hes covering up that he did fall asleep.

Oh, that was quick. B-52 takes his hand back while Euden shakes his head a bit, blinking at how Euden is avoiding that he fell asleep.

Dyrn gives a few happy squeaks at the pets they are being given. B-52 seems to be more happy than the last time they met but Dyrn isn’t going to voice anything about it when it means more pets. Their little tail is wiggling from how pleased they are.

Zooey smiles at the way Dyrn is happy about getting pets, she finds it rather cute just how friendly Dyrn is with other people here. 

“They like to get scratches under their chin the most.“ She offers so that B-52 can give Dyrn the best pets.

“A Food Soul? The magic of your world can make it so Food can become people?“ Zooey wondered if that was just how the order of that world was, or if a Food Soul had more in common with a Primal Beast like herself. After all most Primal Beasts were made for a War and then left behind. Would that be the same for the Food Souls when their masters were all gone?

“Yes, I am Zooey or the Primal Beast Grand Order. Dyrn and Lyrn were both given life by my magic, so we are all really the same Primal.“ Dyrn had already told Zooey how some other people did know about the little Dragon being a Primal Beast, so she feels its fine to say her Primal Beast name as well.

Though she does prefer to be called Zooey.

B-52 takes Zooey’s advice without hesitation, stopping the pets to instead give Dyrn gentle scratches under their chin. He is absolutely spoiling Dyrn with the number of pets, but he considers it an apology for having no snacks for them.

“The humans awakened us with magic,” he starts, then remembers what Dyrn had told him about themselves. “I think us Food Souls are closer to your Primal Beasts, as we are very different from humans.” He can’t say the same for Fallen Angels, as they all know how some of the Fallen was created.

“It is nice to meet you, Zooey." So the other dragon was named Lyrn, and all three of them were the same Primal Beast? He's heard of some Food Souls who were awakened with companions like Sanma's cats, so the fact doesn't seem as bizarre to him.