7 Star Ball || Piccolo

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[Piccolo was moping on the couch in the Parlor looking longingly out the window. While it was true that it was overcast out, he didn't want to risk any injuries. Especially now that his ability to regenerate seemed to have been slowed. His previous burn on his arm had been healing well enough despite going mostly untreated, but DAMN was it annoying. To top off the occasional sting from his arm, he was RAVENOUS to the point he felt twitchy and ill.

Still he refused to indulge in drinking blood other then the small bit of donated blood he 'borrowed' at the beginning of the week. Not only was the idea of putting ANY PART of a human in his mouth repulsive, but he had already had attacked some one and regretted it deepy, and really wasn't in the mood to made another such mistake.

So he's pretty much just sulking and being hungry in the parlor. Please drop by to bother him further.]

Comments

[whitefacedclown.livejournal.com]

Hello.

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[Piccolo could smell the kid come in. That's how hungry he was. He could smell humans from a mile away. But he's not going to have a go at him, no matter HOW much he wants... He glares at the young boy and grunts.]

What do you want?

[whitefacedclown.livejournal.com]

I may seem a little rude, but are you an Akuma? or something else?

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

I don't know what an 'Akuma' is. I hale from the ruler of the Demon Clan, take that however you want.

[Piccolo glances up at the kid, he looked a little odd for a human.]

And who are you supposed to be kid?

[whitefacedclown.livejournal.com]

Demon clam? Akuma are machines where I'm from, so that must mean your...a demon, but not the ones I hunt.



I'm Allen Walker and you are?

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

Piccolo Jr. Little small to be fighting demons aren't you?

[Piccolo rolls over on the couch, which is way too small for him, so that he's facing the kid.]

[whitefacedclown.livejournal.com]

I'm fifteen, I was chosen to, apparently age doesn't matter.

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[And he chuckles.]

I'm surprised a runt like you would get chosen. Don't they have a height requirement?

[Well he's bored and having a shitty day, but giving this kid a hard time seems to be making everything better....]

[whitefacedclown.livejournal.com]

They don't have a height requirement there's no need.

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

Well if they're taking in scrawny little brats like you, they must be pretty desperate where your from.

[And for the most part this isn't actually made to offend. It's just a very brilliant observation on Piccolo's behalf.]

[whitefacedclown.livejournal.com]

Those scrawny brats can do a pretty good job of fighting for long periods of time. I don't know what it's like wherever you come from, but it's different.

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[Piccolo bursts out laughing and slaps his knee, he can imagine a whole bunch of these scrawny brats duking it out with each other, and oh is that a funny image.]

Ah hahaha! Oh I'd pay to see a bunch of underfed little runts like you in action.

[whitefacedclown.livejournal.com]

We aren't underfed for one and we don't fight each other.

[20adaydragon.livejournal.com]

[Hatori had been daring enough to venture out of the room, despite Black Jack telling him otherwise. Honestly? It was the first time in years he'd found himself escaping by climbing out of a window, thankfully it wasn't a long drop. But if anything? He'd been struck by cabin fever. Sure he was used to spending days on end in his office...but that was thanks to work. Not because his partner had told him so.

Entering the Parlor he'd realised he hadn't really been in there, so he was a little surprised to see a bright green..man sprawled on a sofa that was far too small for him.]

...Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know anyone was in here.

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[Well even after all that's happened in this god forsaken hell hole, he was REALLY not expecting a human to come climbing in through the window. Lucky bastard was one of the ones unaffected by this blood sucking crap.]

I really don't care what you little humans run around and do.

[He just continues staring mopily at the window/the man who emerged from the window. Looks like two could play the cabin fever game.]

[20adaydragon.livejournal.com]

[Hatori winces as he finds himself practically falling in through the window, coughing as he hits the floor.]

..fff---

[He stopped himself from swearing under his breath as he straightened himself out, back crunching as he did. It felt good mind you. He inhaled deeply and pushed his hair out of his left eye and glanced over Piccolo.]

Are you alright?

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[And he lets out a snerk as he watches the human stumble through the window. As bad of a mood as he was in, that was amusing. but he goes right back to being sour once he asks the question.]

I'm fine, what's it matter to you?

[20adaydragon.livejournal.com]

[Hatori dusts himself off and raises his brow. What a grumpy little bastard.]

I was curious, especially when I heard your stomach growling. Not to mention your snappy rhetorts. So it was fairly logical to assume.

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[Piccolo grunts and looks away.]

Well I would like to get out of this hell hole but thanks to that stupid little shit's plot thing, I'm stuck inside. Happy now?

[20adaydragon.livejournal.com]

[Hatori rubs his chin and looks back outside. Maybe it'd cloud over soon enough?]

Well it's October time, the weather can't stay good like this forever. But I don't think your mood's improved any by your hunger.

[He tilts his head.]

I'll oblige as long as you don't drain me completely.

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

Tch. I'm not putting human in my mouth. That's disgusting.

[Piccolo snarls, looking rather displeased about the subject.]

[20adaydragon.livejournal.com]

[Hatori shakes his head and gives him a fairly unimpressed look. He wasn't about to push him because he didn't much like the idea. But really the Namekian needed it.]

So you'll let your pride get the best of you?

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

As a matter of fact I will.

[And have a VERY unconvincing stomach gurgle proving otherwise.]

....

[And an embarrassed look away.]

[20adaydragon.livejournal.com]

[Hatori rolls his eyes and loosens his tie and top button. His neck now exposed.]

I'll be sat here until you change your mind.

[He takes a seat on one of the other chairs after pulling out a book. He didn't mind, as long as he wasn't sat in his room all day.]

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[Oh damn could piccolo smell that...

Well to describe the next scene one must envision a mother's delicious cake. But the little boy is mad at his mother and refuses to eat the cake. But oh god does that little boy want that mother fuckin' cake! So he pretty much ends up throwing a little fit.

So as such Piccolo rolls over on the couch so that he looks up at the ceiling. And then his stomach gurgles. In order to try and muffle the sound he returns to his stomach, to glare out the window, but as he turns he pulls a blanket down that was resting on the back of the couch. Now he is tangled up on a couch very very angrily. In an attempt to free himself from the blanket and vent out his frustrations he throws a little flailing fit, which causes him to fall off the teeny couch. He is having quite the bad day.]