"Awesome," Vergil said as he grinned mischievously at Fintan after hearing their partner for the mission, "We get the badass." Fintan returned the smile at the blonde-haired boy while he reached for the plastic handle of his suitcase. Truthfully, Fintan was relieved that he had Cathal on his side, he knew he didn't have a very good hold on his powers which is never very safe. Especially if it's something as volatile as fire.
Fire has always been fascinating, the way it symbolizes the blossoming of new life, but also the way it showed how everyone's flame must go out one day. The analogy always annoyed Fintan.
How could something as simple and frankly, vapid, as fire possibly be compared to something as complex and layered as human thought and emotion?
"Alright, we have maybe ten minutes before we really have to start walking to the airport. How many Popsiles do you think we could pick up in that time? I'm thinking between fifteen and twenty. Actually, how much money do you have in your wallet?" Vergil cut in, reaching for Fintan's back pocket where he kept his money. However, the Keeper whirled away from his demon and gave him an incredulous look.
"Not nearly enough to satiate your sugar-filled fantasies so stop spending my money! You had three Popsicles on the way over here," Fintan pointed out sternly. Vergil gave him a sour look, but continued to silently chew on his wooden stick.
"So, whata ya think of your Guild Mates, Finny?" he asked quietly, looking up at his Keeper with steady blue eyes. Fintan swooped his gaze over to the the small crowd of people who were already striking up conversation with ease.
"I think they're awesome," the boy replied truthfully, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth,
"I actually have a really good feeling about this."
"Oh, well, isn't that sweet? Vergil sneered as they started to walked towards the exit of the station. However, Fintan started to hear the other Guild Members referring to him as "the stranger" and he turned to look over his shoulder. Fintan realized that they were considering giving him a ride with a great swell of excitement and his eyes grew bright. They started to leave towards the car and one of the demons stayed behind a moment to speak to him.
"Come on, we don't bite. Except Kenji when he's really hungry. I'll shift so you can have the front seat if you want," he promised and Fintan broke out into a grin.
"Wow, thanks! I really appreciate it. A ride sounds better than walking with this weirdo any day," he replied, jerking his head towards his demon who crossed his arms, pouting around his Popsicle stick.
"Why are they giving you special treatment? Front seat? You used to have to earn that position. People didn't just give it to you," he murmured testily, following Fintan out to the car.
Quickly so they wouldn't have to wait, Fintan threw his black suitcase in the back of the car as everything unlocked simultaneously. He walked around the right side of the car, heading for the passenger side door when he hesitated a moment and turned around to look at Vergil.
"Listen, there's not enough room for all of us so I'm gonna need you to shift," Fintan told him slowly, and Vergil prompted answered with an animated groan, throwing his head back with the wooden stick barely clinging to the left corner of his mouth.
"C'mon, you really just don't want me to embarrass you, you dweeb," Vergil sighed, but he threw the Popsicle stick aside and smoothed his wild hair.
"I better be getting some food out of this," he threatened, giving his Keeper a sideways look before he shrunk and shrunk until he was a tiny, green and yellow parakeet on the asphalt. Fintan bent over to cup the bird in his hand, feeling Vergil's rapid heartbeat through his soft feathers.
"Sure, buddy, maybe a pizza or something. Promise," Fintan murmured before swinging open the passenger side door and throwing himself inside as the car began to start up. They weren't on the road long before Fintan realized that they all knew each other before this, that much was obvious from how comfortable they were around one another. This was also around the time when Vergil started to sink his sharp beak into the soft skin of Fintan's palm. He gave the bird a hard look, silently asking him what the hell he was doing. The parakeet started to bob his head towards the Guild Members, telling Fintan to immerse himself in the conversation. He swallowed hard before smiling confidently and looking around the seat to the people in the back seat.
"Hey, I'm Finny and this is Vergil," he declared, holding up the bird for them to see, "Nice to finally meet you guys."
((Hey, I'm so sorry I couldn't post yesterday, I wrote this whole long post, but after I tried to submit it, the website sent me to the login page and I didn't have the time to rewrite it then, nor did I have any form of it saved. So thanks for waiting. Lesson learned!))