2nd Inning

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HELLOOOO SINGLE LADIES OF MAYFIELD! This is Scout here, an' it seems that due to powers beyond my control I may be stuck in this freaksburg for a li'l longer than I wanted. But it just so happens that yours truly has plenty of candy for all of you beautiful girls out there. And don't worry, there's plenty 'a me to go around too! We may be stuck in this weirdo town but that don't mean we can't have a LITTLE bit 'a fun, am I right? So make sure you stop over at 1451 Mitchell Road an' introduce yaself, OK? I'll be waitin' for ya!

_{An' here I was worried things were gonna get all crazy today.... Lessee... looks like I got plenty 'a chocolate and... ooh those li'l heart thingies. The best ones 'a these are always the blue ones...}[crunchcrunch! The phone hangs up after that.]

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[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

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Wonderful.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Aw, come on! It's Valentine's Day. We could probably get alone for at least ONE day, right? [This... actually sounds sincere. Take that as you will!]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*Pyro actually sounds kind of bitter*

You're making sense.

Stop that.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Aw come ooooone. We got the rest of our lives to beat the crap outta each other. Relax! CANDY! [shakes box of conversation hearts at you]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

...Did you get the candy from the town? Because I'm not going to eat it if you did.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Huh? I dunno. It was in the house this mornin' when I woke up. [crunchcrunchcrunch] I thought maybe Ai brought it in or somethin'.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

...This is going to end well, I can tell already.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

What? It's just CANDY. [crunchcrunch] Man there's so many pink ones in here. Anyway, what, do they poison the candy or somethin' around here too? Everyone else looks ok... so have some chocolate. [Shoves a box at you] I insist. (http://i430.photobucket.com/albums/qq29/dominiongun/hearts/truluvheart.jpg)

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

Uh...Well. Okay.

*He's not going to say no to chocolates and takes the box from Scout. Pyro's still looking at him funny.*

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Patiently waits to see if he enjoy them! A little too patiently. OK, it's starting to get creepy.]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

...Can you take two steps back?

*He eats one of the chocolates, anyway*

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Why? What's wrong? Why should I do that? [takes a step closer instead]


_{[[Cripes is Scout gonna hate himself later.]]}

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

...What in the hell has gotten into you?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Whattaya talkin' about? It's Valentine's Day! Just tryin' to be nice to the people I'm gonna be stuck with. REDs or not. [Takes another step]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*Pyro stands his ground for the moment, though he's obviously getting pretty uncomfortable*

You and nice don't normally go together.

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[For a second, even Scout looks confused, but it passes. SO MUCH CANDY. He takes yet another step] Come one, even *I* can be nice ONE day a year! How are the chocolates, by the way? Good?

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

Er...Y-yeah, they're good.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He looks pleased!] Good! I'm glad. Do ya want anything else? Dinner maybe? What dontchya come in for dinner? [At this point he grabs you by the arm and is attempting to pull you inside. Oh god.]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

Uh, no. I think I'll be fine.

*Pyro's resisting, but not very hard; he's more bewildered than anything at the moment*

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

No, really. I insist. [pulls harder]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*Wow, that kid is strong. Pyro gives in, against his better judgement.*

So...what's for dinner?

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[Scout doesn't let go of Pyro's arm, but he does stop for a second to think] That's... a good question. I have no idea what's even in this house ta eat. Well whattaya like? If we don't have it, maybe we can order out! Does this town even have take-out joints?

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

I like...uh, food? Preferably something that won't kill me.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Scout will lead him inside and sit him at the kitchen table. He'll go about trying to make dinner and try to make it seem like he's not completely clueless when it comes to cooking. On the kitchen table lays the rest of the chocolates and candy hearts. The Try Mes and Tru Luvs are distinctly missing.]

[digging through pantry]So uh... I think I can make... pasta? How does that sound? [Looks hopeful]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

Pasta sounds fine, kid.

*Pyro looks dubiously at the candy hearts. He's not about to eat one*

How many of those damn things did you eat?