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Ricardo stood there, a blank stare at the little girl's teasing. He had to endure it. Recovering his wallet was paramount, even if it meant jumping through all of the hoops a 17 year old might give. Which surprisingly, weren't that many. For some reason, both the fox and the girl were dead locked in a conversation about breasts?
It didn't quite fit with the fox to actually go down to that level. Or maybe it did. Foxes weren't above petty stuff, as far as he had read.
But what wasn't ready for was for the casual display of some sort of magic the little girl had. Ricardo resisted dropping his jaw at the spectacle, knowing full he'd be teased a lot for it. Hell, if the cute Russian accent exaggeration was of any indication, that girl loved to play around with people's expectations, words and the such. Feisty type... Which wasn't surprising given the fact she had aimed a gun at his face in a blatant sociopathic display to just get some humourous comment in.
"Uh, well. Just...call me Rickie. It's nice to know new things I guess." Ricardo just nodded, upon recovering the wallet, not deciding to actually bite in the rest of the comments. He breathed in relief. Despited the odd companionship, things eventually were turning out okay. "Well, you can always join us later, Setsura-san. I owe you both for the recovery of my wallet." He added as he placed it back in its rightful pocket, smiling slightly.
Well, foxes probably had more things to do in their spiritual lives. And he was not keen on asking what kind of ruckus was going down. It wasn't his job anyway.
He didn't have any. It was an extended vacation.
"Well, that means more for us, Ana." Rickie smiled. Sociopathic as she was, she was the first truly helpful person in a while. He extended his hand and gave the kid a friendly pat on the head."Five hundred is too cheap for a good deed, kid. Let me try and see if I can find some Borsch in this place for you. I mean, if little girls can fling weapons and have control over metals, surely there is a Russian restaurant around." He added as he begun to walk away.
"And for your information, I don't find using swearing and toting guns ladylike in the slightlest." He let a small jape in, feeling somewhat more confident. "Still, that was something. Specially that trick." He thought hard, as he extended his hand towards the grate, concentrating his mana to try and emulate the desire effect.
Only for it not to happen. Duh.
"That's something neat you have. I believe a lot of people around do have something like that. But moving that kind of stuff without waving your hand and saying something like 'In the name of cast steel i order you to move!' " Rickie added, while flailing his hand comically, just for nothing to happen. "Yeah, it's go--"
And it was just then, that by mere accident, Rickie had managed to create an spontaneous spell. The grate rattled ominously, as it went directly for the novice mimic mage's face. "--OH SHI!". Fortunately for Rickie, he had enough time to cover his visage from the impeding projectile.
Too bad it hit him square a meter downwards his face, making him squeak like a rubber toy. To his credit, he didn't fall to his knees like many men when submitted to such a low blow, but his face was a picture of barely contained pain.
"...let's go get that food." He winced.
Mei
Mei's ears flicked in response to the sheep demon's voice, perking up in Shun's direction, followed by a slightly narrowed gaze. Really, not even a polite cough to actually act as the Dragon-Sama's steward? They had entrusted a social newborn to a social inept. Mei would have laughed the situation and would have taken it as easygoing life circumstances, if not for the fact that the naive dragon-woman had the innocence of a child and the firepower of a nuclear bomb.
"...entrusted to you. I see." Mei repeated thoughtfully. "Such a wise choice, indeed. I wonder if they will recruit your brother in the bomb defusal squad after this." She said with no small hint of sarcasm. The foxwoman breathed deep.
Well, no use in complaining if I don't do something. The old fox steeled herself, as she gently caught the rattling of the chocolate box from the dragon-sama.
"Lady Ryuuko, this...is food. You take them out of their shell like this, since they are wrapped to not go spoiled, and eat them like this." She added, while showing a graphical description on how to proceed. And then she eyed Shun.
"I think, to be honest, Shun, that we should take the dragon-sama to the shrine. A place of the gods, for a goddess. Plus it'd be more homely and less noisy than in here." Mei added.
"And there's always free tea." She smirked.