"This is so pointless, it's not even a huge problem," Fintan complained bitterly under his breath, his eyes locked on the concrete sidewalk as he trudged along towards the train station where he was supposed to meet up with the new Guild Master as well as the Guild Members. The boy heard a low chuckle behind him.
"I can tell, you're gonna be a big hit with your team mates, Finny," his demon, Vergil promised sarcastically, biting into an orange Popsicle he had bought somewhere along the way. Fintan stewed in silence, his morale and mood at a pretty low point in his journey. Truthfully, Fintan was dreading meeting the other Guild Members. He'd never been what one would call "popular" and if he was supposed to work alongside these people, he hoped he wouldn't be as hated as he was at his last school. This thought settled down on him with little to no positivity, very unlike his usual upbeat attitude. He didn't even realize that he had stopped walking until Vergil pointed it out.
"Are we still going places or have you decided to desert?" he asked with a tone that didn't sound like he was serious, but also didn't seem like he was joking. Fintan's gaze snapped upwards to the street, breaking out of the glum thoughts. He turned to send Vergil a dirty look, shaking the handle of his black, wheeled suitcase full of clothes and a few possessions.
"I imagine we'd get there a lot faster if you weren't sitting on my bag! Get off!" Fintan demanded nastily as the demon held on tightly to his seat, shoving the whole Popsicle into his mouth to get a better grip.
"You know I get tired easily, don't take your anger out on me!" Vergil shouted around the melting treat. Fed up, Fintan flipped the bag over backwards, dumping his lazy demon on the pavement with a thud. Vergil slid the ice out of his mouth, his tongue stained a brilliant hue of orange as he stuck it out at his friend. Fintan smirked lightheartedly at the boy, reaching his hand out to help him up.
"C'mon, buddy, your bones aren't made of jelly, lets get moving," he requested lightly, pulling Vergil up and checking his silver wristwatch for the time, "Your shenanigans are going to make us late."
"MY shenanigans?! You're the one stopping in the middle of the road!" Vergil shouted out defensively, jogging after Fintan's brisk walk.
It was only a few minutes later that he arrived at the train station, pulling his suitcase up the stone steps one at a time as Vergil complained about staircases the whole way up. Once they reached the top, Fintan and Vergil realized that the train station was practically empty save for a dark looking figure and a young boy. Fintan recognized them after a second. He had only briefly met with the Guild Master Cathal and his own demon Yukine. He brightly approached the two of them, Vergil following silently behind him as the demon finished the Popsicle and began to suck the remaining flavor off of the wooden stick.
"Hey, Master Cathal, nice to see you and Yukine again. I hope we aren't late," Fintan grinned amicably, glancing at his watch once more to check the time.