Bite

Well, this is going to be terrific.

"in the past? Is that how you gonna say 'I might kill you'??" A snort as his gaze lands on the machine in question. While he does drive, both motorcycles and a car. He has never driven something that looks like it came from the aliens.

"Its either you do or you dont, buddy. Stop trying to be some mysterious philosopher or some shit." He just wanted to hit shit, not be killed the seconded time.

But. The hybrid was also a risk taker and... very curious on how this thing worked. He eyed the machine one last time, watching Aurelius pick up the helmet.

"I may be...deficient in certain areas."

"But I am quite capable of bringing dead bodies back to life. It's just a matter of how soon I realize it before the Stars respawn you themselves."

Besides, there were worse things than death on this island. Was this man really hesitating just because of that?

Why did he have to end up with this Peculiar necromancer?? Although something about this stranger doesn't scream 'men in hoods that go around grave digging.'

"Not that reassuring to the slightest. Listen, its not that I'm afraid of dying. Its more like annoying to get killed and be brought back 24 hours later, alright??"

Edward picks up the second helmet, placing it securely on his head, "i ain't being a zombie for you, if thats what you're thinking about." Ed climbs in without second glancing. Wanting to get this over with as he lets out a deep snort when the other called for 'God'.

"I've gotten a license in the past," Aurelius begins when the sleek-bodied Selene pod docks into place for its next rental driver.

"So I know how to drive these things. In theory."

He didn't think he'd used that knowledge for smashing and destroying things now, but the world was always surprising him. Per safety regulation, he grabs a helmet and puts it on, ready to smash things up in the designated Rage Room.

Well, this is going to be terrific.

"in the past? Is that how you gonna say 'I might kill you'??" A snort as his gaze lands on the machine in question. While he does drive, both motorcycles and a car. He has never driven something that looks like it came from the aliens.

"Its either you do or you dont, buddy. Stop trying to be some mysterious philosopher or some shit." He just wanted to hit shit, not be killed the seconded time.

But. The hybrid was also a risk taker and... very curious on how this thing worked. He eyed the machine one last time, watching Aurelius pick up the helmet.

Edward watched with a frown on his face, usually most would throw a fit about it, but that doesn't seemed to be the case with this odd fellow. It annoyed him the most as his hand clenches into a fist, white knuckles drawn.

"Asshole..." he muttered, when a walking pedestrian holding a pool noodle walked by, Edward just yanked it out of their hold before smacking ilseong on the head.

"Shut up!" Edward barked out, another hit to the face, "I don't want to be your friend, you little snake!" Another hit, and another for good measure. All directly to the poor man's face as Edward panted in frustration.

"Whaaa!!! You really don't like being called good-looking? What person doesn't wanna be called handsome or pretty or hot?"

When the other tugged against the pool noodle, Edward tries to yank it, frustrated with a snarl. He acted much like a child throwing a tantrum. And like an idiot he slips against the water....

But he wont push it.

"Thank you! I will keep that in mind!" She bows her head politely, "Though, hehe, if I ever do want a hearing ear, I'll need a name." She teases ever so lightly.

"You run??" While it might not be the best thing to do, but why wait around to get killed?? Although, if the other was just as stubborn as Edward was, they'll hate the concept. Might find it cowardly, but only idiots stay behind to get themselves beaten in a fight they can't win.

"Are you saying that shit cause you know how to do it or you just throwing a fist anywhere just to see where it lands??" Edward crosses his arms, wanting to see the damage himself.

" Huh? "

He stares at him, dumbfounded now. Is this guy for real?

" I just told you are your ears a decoration? " he then replies, " pit of your stomach. People who want to beat you up don't walk up to you with arms crossed... "

He pauses. Why is he entertaining this again? Yesol waves his hand noncommittally and scoffs.

"What? I'm just testing it out to see if you're lying or not, scared you'll hurt your hand or something??" He's gaslighting them, like a damn troll if his grin was something to go by.

"Trust me, you're no demon or a vampire. Or a snake god or aliens or pack of wolves..." too much information.

"I mean... i know what electricity and TV is. Never played a game in my life so..." he pauses, rubbing the back of his head, since he was stuck here for who knows how long, maybe it would be nice to learn these... stuffs.

But it looks like the other guy is embarrassed too. The term gap moe comes to mind; this beefy dude (even if you're way taller than him) suddenly flustered to ask for help. You don't really want to- that's way more interaction than you signed up for today, but... you might as well? You guess?

"Um. Yeah, sure. If you're interested, there's an arcade in... Golden, I think. Those are pretty much the same thing, so you could see what they're like. And if you like them, you can always buy your own."

Plenty of your afternoons where whiled away in front of whatever rhythm game you could find, mostly DDR. It might be nice to try them again, or see if there are new ones.

"Um, sorry for asking this shit out of the blue... I know its weird as hell coming from a stranger, and honestly you don't even need to help, we don't know each other that well..." damn it, he need to really shut up. His hand shoved into his pocket to look more reserved, coiled into himself as if holding up a wall around him.

when was the last time he got to talk with... someone?? He doesn't even have friends, even if he did, he tries to distant himself. Although her slight enthusiasm about helping him did perked his interest. He gave a small wary smile.

Is this asshole trying to piss him off? "You're looking right at him, while I might be a hybrid, werewolves are real."

Perhaps he underestimated the magic of this world, or at least its people. After all werewolves only existed in very few ways, especially after the 2nd epoch...

Looking at Edward he bursts into laughter.

" Whoa, a big ass guy like you blushing for something like this?! Bwahahaha!!! "

He wipes the tears of laughter from his face. Hilarious.

" That's what they all say", he finally continues, stabbing him in the chest with his index finger..

"you got nerves to be asking me that." His lips twitched into a grin, an annoyed one. "What i do is none of your concern, you little shit." He hissed, but knowing he was a horrible liar, anyone could see through him at the way his gaze shifts away.