the life and times

Do you really think pouting will help 

He nodded, “yea, I was pretty much thinking that. Will it not help? Because if it won’t help, then I guess I will stop.” He sighed and looked around, “know what would help? Chocolate. Chocolate would help, do you have some chocolate?”

“Well, what do you want to know? Maybe I can fill you in? I don’t mind as long as they don’t end up annoying questions. But, I’ll let you know. I’m direct like that. First, let’s start with names. I’m Bandit. I hate not knowing who I’m talking to. I like to know who to blame if they waste my time or bore me.” He chuckled a little at his own introduction. 

He cocked his head slightly, “really?” But he nodded, “of course. I’m Xander, short for Alexander. I’m an angel, not sure if that like makes me boring or a waste of time. Um, what are you?” he asked looking at Bandit. “I think, really, my only question is what our purpose is. I mean I understand the whole ‘I’m a slave’ bit, I get that. But for what purpose? Labor, conversations in a jail cell, what?”

“Naw. I mean this place isn’t so bad. There’s an endless supply spines to pull. What more could I want for? Micah clearly has no morals at all, so I’m in the land of I do what I want, when I want, and everyone can kiss my ass otherwise. He gave me my own cave long ago perfect in every way to suit what a guy like me could want. Why would I ever want to leave? Are you saying you don’t like it here?” 

He shook his head looking at the other, “no, I’m not saying I don’t like it here I’m just...” He doesn’t really know what to say to that. He doesn’t like it here, but he’s never been in such a situation and he’s not sure if his typical polite reactions will suit him well. “I guess it’s not awful I just don’t really know what’s going on, honestly.” 

Tonight was the big night. His grand ball. The cutting of the red ribbon signifying the birth of his new home. His perfect paradise of happiness. As he zipped around his manor to make sure everything was in pristine condition for the event later that evening he came across a wandering soul in his mansion. “Ah, who have we here? You seem a bit lost, sweet morsel.”

He'd been wandering becuase he's completely unaware of where he's actually supposed to be. He turned corner after corner just exploring, and stopped only when he heard a sound. A voice, actually. He turned and looked at the voice, or the person it was coming from. "M-me?" he questioned lightly ruffling his hair a little. "Um, Xander, er, Alexander, technically, but please um Xander's better. I'm more than lost. See I took one turn and then another and then, well, now I'm sorta here and I think I'm supposed to be not here and I don't wanna get in trouble before I even know what's going on. So...could you help me out? Please? I'll forever be in your debt." He paused then smacked his head, "doof, I'm sorry, I'm so rude, who would you be?"