Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Saltarius]

"What do you suggest then?"

 

[WafflesandBacon]

"Ask someone, who knows her on a personal level, about the things she likes and give her said things."

 

[Saltarius]

"...What does she like?"

 

[WafflesandBacon]

"Horror novels, cats, steak, and wrestling for starters."

 

[Saltarius]

"A steak with CM Punk's face on it and the complete H.P. Lovecraft collection?"

 

[WafflesandBacon]

"Yeah, see how well that works."

 

[Saltarius]

"Was that sarcastic or genuine?"

 

[WafflesandBacon]

"Yes."

 

[Saltarius]

I spend the next few hours unsurely obtaining the items, then putting them all in a box, running up to Diamond's apartment's front door, dropping it, ringing the doorbell, and leaping from the balcony.

 

[WafflesandBacon]

Diamond opens the door and takes the items, "Sweet!" she exclaims.

 

[Saltarius]

"...FUCK! I forgot to put my name on it!"

 

[WafflesandBacon]

She takes items back into the house and close the door.

 

[Saltarius]

"Wait!" I start running back up the stairs. "I-Diamond, wait! I-FUCK!"

 

[WafflesandBacon]

"Swing and a miss, huh, lover boy?" A small voice speaks,

 

[Saltarius]

"If this is fucking Mammon..."

 

[WafflesandBacon]

"He wishes." A shadow descends, in reality it falls flat on it's face, from the roof in front of Salt. The shadow is the cat, Geromy, mumbling curses to himself. "You really love that woman, don't you?"

 

[Saltarius]

"If this is some deal that involves me losing a ton of shit, forget it."

 

[WafflesandBacon]

"I'm guessing your this "Salty" gal, huh? I know everything she's said about you. For just one measly steak, I can tell you everything you have to change for her to like you again?"

 

[Saltarius]

"Salt, yeah. And this seems reasonable. Follow me then, Gerald."

 

[WafflesandBacon]

"Geromy." The fat cats correct, hobbling behind Salt.