Sta.sh
Chapter 7~Dastardos and Lester
With the sun down and the moon halfway into the sky, Dastardos sighed with boredome. It had only been about thirty minutes since he had paired up with Lester and began searching for the Sour Piņatas.
When they started off, it hadn't even been five minutes before Lester started pelting him with questions about his life. Dastardos had given short, one word answer when he asked things such as "Are you Stardos' opposite," or "Have you ever had a garden of your own?" When Lester realized he wouldn't get much out of him, the questions stopped, and they spent the next twenty-two minutes searching in silence.
Now that they were at the thirty minute mark, Dastardos was beginning to think the search would go on forever. Then again, he could always sour some more piņatas to replace the others. Hopefully it wouldn't be like the time Pester had distracted him. That Mallowolf ended up puking all over his sweater and scarf. At least he got to throw a muffins at that retched doctor's head that evening. Although seeing Pester cross dressing at that party just- yuck! It reminded him of Lester.
Dastardos glanced at Lester and found he was staring at him. He quickly averted his eyes, looking to the moon instead. It was almost directly above them, but not quite.
"How do your eyes glow?"
"What?" Dastardos looked back towards Lester. Due to the silence, the question had caught him off guard.
"Your eyes! The glow in the dark!" Lester was asking about something hardly anybody cared about. They worried about him coming for their piņatas instead. This was the first time anyone actually asked.
"Oh," he replied. Dastardos looked forward again, his eyes focusing on the trail. "I don't know. They just do, I guess." A small moment of silence.
"Well, it's very sexy." Dastardos stopped mid-float.
"What" The reaper just floated there, a bit shocked by what Lester had said. Speaking of, the Other strolled up behind him.
"You heard me, Tiger." He tried to put his arm around Dastardos' shoulders, but it just ended up passing through him, leaving a cold feeling in his left arm. Dastardos gulped.
"I-I think you should go ahead. I'll just, um, stay back here." Lester shrugged.
"Ok!" As the cross dressed man walked ahead, Dastardos followed slowly behind, a queasy feeling settling in his stomach. If he was able to eat, he probably would have up chucked his dinner by now. It was bad enough this fool was a horrible transvestite, now he was hitting on him! What was wrong with this man?! Any more of this and Dastardos would have nightmares for about........well, five days or something. Even though he was quite a bit homophobic, he didn't get nightmares very often. Once again, the same question popped into the reaper's head. Who did he hate more? Pester or Lester? On one hand, there was a fat moron who bossed him around all day like some kind of pack mule. On the other hand, he was faced with the challenge of an equally fat, equally stupid transvestite who was most likely gay and was hitting on him....... Wow. That's a hard choice.
Dastardos shrugged. "Eh, their pretty even."
"Who's pretty even?" Lester asked over his shoulder.
"No one! Just go back to searching! God knows I don't want to be here any longer than I have to..."
"Aw, cheer up! It's not so bad! Some fresh air, a nice night, a good friend!"
"Define friend..." Dastardos muttered bitterly, looking over his shoulder as if there would be a way out if he spotted it.
Lester didn't hear of course. He just went on being his cheery, gay self. "Who knows! Maybe well even find a-WOAHOHMYGOSHWHATTHEHECK!" Dastardos saw something red and black attacking Lester by continuously swooping down, aiming for his head. That looked just like...
"Hey, hey, woah, woah, woah! Hold on!"
The piņata stopped mid-swoop. It recognized that voice from anywhere! The Sour Piņata flew over to Dastardos and promptly perched on his right shoulder. "What's up." The Sour Crowla cawed once, as if saying 'the sky'.
Lester was still freaking out though. "W-What the heck?! You know that thing?!"
"It's one of the piņatas we were looking for. What, you'd don't recognize a proper sour when you see one?"
"No! Just think if she had found it first!" What was that again?
"Wait....what?" Lester blinked innocently.
"You don't know the rumors?..." Dastardos fixed him with a glare that said 'are you really that thick-headed'. "I-I'll take that as a no."
"Just shut up and tell me." Lester gulped.
"Alright, here's the thing..."
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