[color=B3E300][h3]Chupacabra[/h3][/color]&[color=8BA2DB][h3]Mothman[/h3][/color][sup]Location: Outside Nevermore Central Park #7[/sup][hr]

Slowly, her grip upon the blender handle relaxed-- there, the puppy remembered to say thank you. Good. So Dani wouldn't have to leap out of the truck and break her freakin' knee caps. Still though, Dani watched B.B. eat her tacos with an expression of silent disapproval. While she never expected poor folks like B.B. to eat slowly, the kid could have at least savored the food instead of becoming a vacuum. Dani supposed that B.B. really sucked, in that place. Hah. Sucked. A smirk spread across Dani's face briefly as the joke made her inwardly chuckle. As she watched taco number four disappear, Dani figure that there was nothing quite as satisfying as a good pun and-- 
	
	[color=B3E300]"Mothy if you don't stop starin' at me like that I'm going to tape your eyes shut while you sleep!"[/color]
	Mothman frowned deeper at Dani than he had been already. 

[color=B3E300]"Seriously? You are going to start your workout late if you keep making faces at me,"[/color] Chupa scolded him. Leaning forward onto the taco truck window, she watched B.B. swallow the remainder of the last taco, then told her, [color=B3E300]"If you want more tacos you going to have to w-work... uh..."[/color] There was nothing stopping Chupa's sudden distraction-- Mothman had began stretching. Would you look at all those muscles? Who wasn't distracted by that? A light redness found it's way into Chupa's cheeks. A brief pause passed as Chupa watched him then warned, [color=B3E300]"H-hey Mothy! Don't you go runnin' past that spook's little club, creepin' n' starin' in the freakin' windows, like some kinda kidnapper--"[/color]

	Mothman somehow made a more disapproving face at Chupacabra then.

	[color=B3E300]"I'm serious Mothy-- don't you know they watchin' you just like you watchin' them-- n' also stop pressin' ya freakin' muscle-tits against the freakin' Goody Basket glass-- stare in there like a creeper at a distance at least, mijo. But you don't need to be doin' that weird shit either--"[/color]

Mothman stood to full height after stretching his legs, held his hand up toward Chupacabra, indicating that she should talk to it, then began running down the sidewalk. His path lead him away from the direction of the Goody Basket and Dani knew that he IMMEDIATELY was ignoring her advice. [color=B3E300]"Son of a--"[/color] Chupacabra scrambled to get out of her truck and into the street, yelling after Mothman, [color=B3E300]"--Te voy a matar!"[/color] Growling, Chupacabra shook her head. [i]This fool[/i] was going to pass around the block, run RIGHT in front of Boogie's Beans, then up the street to the Goody Basket, before making his way to the gym-- AS [i]USUAL[/i]. 

And in a moment of profound lashing out at anything, Chupacabra yelled, [color=B3E300]"Why don't you go get some freakin' runnin' exercise with that big-Moth instead of standin' around catchin' flies in ya mouth, [i]perrita[/i]!"[/color] Kicking a bit of accumulated street gravel, broken glass, and bits of paper toward B.B. with an oddly worried edge to her fury. The implication that B.B. could catch up to Mothman was there but, this feat would probably only be likely by the time he stopped to stare into Boogie's Beans-- he was a notoriously fast runner that integrated more than a reasonable amount of parkour building climbing into his runs. 

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