Ice hadn’t exactly caught his hostility from the personality change. Rude people more than anything were actually quite common to her. A little anger here and there didn’t bother her. She blinked in confusion. Did he say he liked people being nice? Perhaps he hadn’t caught that ice wasn’t some mispronunciation but her name. Either way she’d continue trying to be polite.
"Purple….eyed….sissy? …Well, it’s nice to meet you Heikichi. That’s a pretty long name. Got any nicknames?" The name was long on her tongue and rolled out. She’d had trouble saying it the first time around and found it would most likely be harder to remember it later in the future. This guy was interesting and she’d rather like to get to know him better.
"Listen here, punk," she began, starting to get a little agitated with the way he spoke with her. "I’m not some child you can just…—wait… did you say you’re not a video game character? Oh wow, that’s a relief," she almost chuckled, a smile pulling at her lips. "I thought I was the only one who had that problem. Only, you’re not in a computer. More like an arcade."
Now… the only issue was getting him out. Of course, she still had her crystals but those were only for an emergency and she’d never used them before. The outcome would be unpredictable. Still, she didn’t want him to suffer through her fate. That’d be… nah, she wouldn’t think about it. “Uh… here, just come with me.” Her hand reached out and she curled her fingers around his wrist, pulling him along towards an igloo not to far off, leaving the car as is.
No, she wasn’t understanding him wrongly. He was an angry person but he calmed down when people didn’t get angry with him as well, something that didn’t happen often. And he had understood her name well. He chuckled when she repeated his nickname for his other self in confusion. She clearly hadn’t understood him. So he had to keep acting as if he didn’t notice her changes too. "…yeah, I’ve got a bunch. Call me Hei, Heiki, whatever floats your boat." he didn’t understand how people fond his name so hard to pronounce. Luckily, he was used to it already.
What came out next from her mouth made him lift a brow. "Punk? Shit, I told you I’ve got nicknames but if you’re going to call me like that I’ll call ya’ Icicle." he shot back. Then, another surprise. She wasn’t supposed to be in the game either? "Hm? You’re a person stuck in this piece of crap too? And a fucking arcade, that’s so old… I have no idea of how I got in an arcade." maybe the people of that game were actually candy people. He’d rather not think about it.
He flinched when she took him with her all of a sudden. "Hey, what? Hold on a sec, if you’re stuck here how am I supposed to believe you know how to get out?" he growled. He didn’t want to have to burn her in order to make her let go of his wrist. At least he wasn’t so angry to do that. "You better have a good idea or I’ll just try to break the screen or somethin’." said the man who clearly didn’t know how computer programs worked.
A smile caressed her lips on her relaxed face when he hugged her waist, followed by a light blush colouring her cheeks. They were so close to each other… and not only physically. In such a short time their friendship had turned into something more - something that was still a bit awkward and confused, maybe, but still something that she found extremely pleasant. It wasn’t like having a friend, it was more than that: she knew she could trust him blindly without any need for proofs or reassurances. He was there for her, and she was there for him. But when he spoke again, her smile faded away and she opened her eyes to stare at the fabric of his shirt. “Abandoning the people who trust you is horrible, yes”, she muttered, “But you can’t blame anyone but yourself if someone you trust betrays you. It was your own mistake. You shouldn’t have trusted them”. Her voice had turned sad and low. Was she referring to something in particular, maybe? Something that belonged to her past? “A mistake”, she repeated in a whisper, but then she shook her head. “I know you’re not going away. I’m not going away either, it’s a promise”.
He wasn’t so embarrassed by making those moves anymore, as long as she was okay with that, of course. They had talked it out some days ago, the last time they saw each other. They were supposed to be a couple now, weren’t they? It still seemed odd, but he’d get used to it. With her, it couldn’t go wrong. He knew he could trust her completely, and he had had many trust issues before. He saw that her expression had changed. Maybe he had made bad memories resurface? "No… that’s not true. I thought it’s that person’s fault for having trusted them but anyone can be tricked into thinking someone is great when they aren’t…" he said, tightening the hug a little, his expression saddening. “Maybe a little… but mostly it was their doing, planning it all along.” some memories came to his mind as well. Another terrible mistake that changed his life and was still there. "I’m not going to betray you. I’d rather die." he ended up saying. Maybe she would take it as going too far, but that’s how he felt it.
A slate color flickered through her cerulean eyes and she narrowed them. The voice that came next sounded much colder than the friendly one from before. “You can’t kill a ghost imbecile. Though, I’m perfectly capable of killing you myself.” A smirk then graced her lips. “You god-damned…?” she responded, urging him to continue his insult. The fire did make her jump a bit though. Ice elementals and fire elementals didn’t exactly get along.
The greyish color soon washed away and she then went back to answering in her warm tone. Whoever this guy was hadn’t answered her question on introductions so she responded anyway. “Well, I’m Ice, though I can tell you don’t really care much. And yes, you’re ‘inside a fucking game’.” A pause. “You’re not a very happy fella. Are you?” She could feel the Frostling nestling in her hair and had an odd feeling she was going to have a knot there.
Instead of continuing her curious attempts at idle chat, the girl went onto answer his questions. “Get out? You want to get out of the game?” That was new. She’d heard of game jumping but no one actually wanted to leave their consoles. “That’s… tough. No one is actually supposed to leave the game, let alone the entire system. Why do you want to leave?”
His eyes narrowed as well when her voice changed all of a sudden. He was too used to that kind of changes to miss that he was talking with something else. “I don’t know if I can kill a ghost but I’d like you to try killing me, bitch.” that was way more rude than before, for sure. But that voice had angered him even more, if possible. He didn’t skip that she had gone startled when he showed fire. Maybe she was linked to ice. Good enough.
Oh, her voice had changed again. That was a quick switching. This made him smirk the slightest way, only for a moment. “Nah, I like people being nice. And, for your information, I just happen to be lost, confused and my natural reaction is getting angry, so deal with it. My name’s Heikichi. I’m not ‘a happy fella’, I’m the guy people doesn’t like, a shame you didn’t bump with the purpled-eyed sissy.” he wasn’t going to be more specific about that last sentence. He wanted to see if she caught it.
"…yeah? I want to leave. I’m not supposed to be here, for fuck’s sake. I’m not a videogame character or whatever this is. That’s why I want to leave the fucking thing. Look, I’ve ended up in worlds of dragons, demons and fucking Hell itself but this has to be the weirdest thing I’ve ever ran into: inside a fucking computer. I belong to the real world, do you understand that?" after this little adventure he’d never be able to play games in his life. Not that he did that a lot.
Second try. Came out better.
People? Here? -shrieks-
…What a strange name for a place. How did he say it? Spei? Spain. Huh. Perhaps his own homeland’s name sounds odd to the violet-eyed stranger, too? "Spain…? I’ve never heard of such a place. Did you cross the water to get here?"
Ah, so unhelpful… drat. "N-no, I don’t, I’m sorry." With a sigh, Xue pursed his lips while he contemplated possibilities. There has to be somebody who would know. Think, think…
"But—maybe we can find a merchant. There’s the city over there," he gestured toward it, "that will have plenty of those people along the streets. Traders and the likes should know more about the outside lands than any peasant or bandit, and probably higher-ups too. Maybe they’ll know of your homeland. Are you okay with that?"
"—Oh, and before anything else… my name is Xue. Hello."
He seemed surprised to hear the other didn’t know where he lived. And he thought he was terrible at geography… Or maybe he had actually crossed dimensions and was in an alternate version of China… no, he’d rather not think about that. "…if I am where I think I am, I somehow crossed the water, yes… but I can’t remember how I got here." he ended up uncovering his mouth and the scar on his lower left cheek.
He sighed when the other said he didn’t know. Obviously. "Don’t worry." he replied. He’d have to find a way back. He was surprised once again when the other seemed to suddenly have an idea. "A merchant? Okay, I guess I can give it a try…" he agreed, playing with the zipper of his jacket. "And there are bandits here? Holy— nevermind." he shouldn’t swear in front of other people. He was trying to. The boy finally stopped fiddling with things and put his hands down when the other introduced himself. Time to walk, then? "Ah… nice to meet you, I guess. I’m Koichi." he said. He hoped his name wouldn’t push questions but given how little of Europe the other seemed to know, he wouldn’t ask.
I tried a thing. Came out weird. Weh.
In the moment in which she saw him getting startled because of her words she realized that maybe she had exaggerated a bit, but she just wanted him to understand that he shouldn’t be so negative about something he didn’t know yet. He had not started working yet, so shouldn’t he wait for a couple of weeks before having an opinion about it - no matter if good or bad? She simply didn’t want him to be negative in a moment of his life in which he should be happy and positive about the future. A new job could open a lot of doors for him and lead him to something new… and better, maybe. That’s why she didn’t insist on that matter but opened one eye to throw a look at his arms. “Longer than mine, for sure”, she giggled. She was so short in comparison with him… and it was kind of a problem when she wanted to hug him, but she didn’t mind. As long as she could hug him anyway, of course. Then, she closed her eyes again and snuggled a bit closer to him. She didn’t think he would leave her behind just because he had found a job, but… Sometimes a little reassurance was necessary. Especially for such an unsure girl as she was. “Maybe something will change anyway, but it will be a good change”, she smiled, without opening her eyes.
She was right: he had to let things develop, as this would surely give him new opportunities. In fact, he had already thought of all of that but sinking in despair was easier for him than being positive. He had walked a long way now, but it he hadn’t left behind his older way of thinking yet. An old vice like that could take years to go away. He smiled slightly, moving an arm to move his fringe away from his eyes. It was true he was taller than her. Maybe she could feel weird but he had the feeling that if she was that small he could protect her better with only his arms, as if they could drive away any kind of evil that could fall on her. "Really, the only thing that’s going to change is that I’m getting some money, but we’re going to keep meeting. You really don’t have to worry." he insisted, taking the chance of her snuggling to hug her waist. "I’ll keep repeating that I’m not going to let you down or abandon you. It’s not a pretty thing to do." his features darkened a little. Abandon… that was really a very nasty thing to do to someone who trusts in you.
As he kicked about sweets, a small, high pitch squeal was heard. Unfortunately his foot had connected with one of the many little balls of ice cream dotting the area and it had clung in fright to the back of his foot. Her ‘fans’.
The girl was hunched over the hood of her car, or more like in the hood of her car, tinkering away at something. She’d thought she’d heard a voice but… wait… was that male? What male would visit her at this time of day? “Wha-” she started before the back of her head collided with the frozen, solid chocolate hovering on a peg above her head. Ice hissed in pain and clutched her skull. “Candy crumbs….”
Let’s try that again… Carefully, the small blonde ebbed out from inside the hood and planted her boots on the plush ice cream snow beneath her. “What? Who are you? Wait… you asked a question first didn’t you? What was it again?” … Her throbbing skull wracked itself to answer and eventually the words sputtered from her mouth. “Where you are? Right. You’re in Sugar Rush. The candy racing game? More importantly, who are you?”
Her eyes trailed slowly up and down his form before coming to rest on his feet. “Hey. Whatcha got there?” Ice crouched down and cupped her hands on the floor, allowing the creature to release him and scurry up her arm before nestling in the long white hair that hung by her neck. Then she stood to assess her visitor once more.
The infernal normally wouldn’t have cared if he had hit someone. And now it wasn’t an exception, considering he was in a remarkably bad mood.
Walking closer to the girl he had just asked (or shouted at) he noticed she was tampering with some sort of car. A car made of… oh, what a surprise. More candy. He tilted his head as she clumsily hit her head against the hood of the car. Somehow the edible thing hadn’t broken over her skull but at least she seemed somewhat human. “I asked you where I am.” he repeated as he folded his arms, tugging lazily at the rubber bands at the cuffs of his red sweatshirt. Her answer only managed to confuse her further. “…what? Sugar Rush? A game? You’re saying I’m inside a fucking game?” his voice rose with each word he pronounced. That couldn’t be possible. How could you even get inside a computer? Maybe she was nuts.
He growled in annoyance when she got distracted with whatever was at his feet a moment ago. "If you’re trying to mess with me, I assure you I’m perfectly able to kill you you god-damned…" he hissed, letting out sparks of fire around his fingers, but he calmed down and interrupted himself. “How do I get out of here? You know, to the fucking real world” He could only hope she could guide him in some way. If not he would have certainly ran into a big problem.
Oh, no… Negativness was back again. But this time Daken wasn’t going to let him sink into those bad thoughts again: she put on a determined face and moved a bit closer, frowning. “It’s true that you have no experience, but you haven’t started working yet! In a few months you will already have experience and you will see that being so negative doesn’t lead you to anything at all”. How ironic, she was the one who usually needed that kind of reassurances. A little smile could be seen when he joked, though. “…don’t you dare dressing up as a girl… I prefer you in this way, and my clothes would be too short for your long arms”. She underlined her words by tapping her index finger on his arm, that indeed was way much longer than hers. Her smile seemed to decide not to disappear yet, because she even let out a soft giggle and rested her head onto the back of the couch, closing her eyes. “As soon as you know where you are assigned, let me know”. She had to expect that he would have to work on Sundays too, and it was a real pity as it meant that they wouldn’t have much time to meet so often, but she kept smiling happily. “I have to work on some Sundays too, so it’s fine. We will still have enough time to go out… if you wish, that is”.
At the moment he saw her with such a fierce expression, the boy seemed very surprised and even somewhat scared. Was she going to scold him for some reason? Even he hadn’t noticed the negativeness he was getting into again. “Ah… y-yes. I know…” that wasn’t the right way to get him to do things. It only made him nervous. But he hadn’t been changing during these years for nothing, as he could easily pick the chance to pull himself together by pulling from the joke. "My arms? Are they that long?" he looked at his hand as if he had never seen it before. His extremities had always looked fairly lanky but it wasn’t so exaggerated as some years ago. Battles had hardened his muscles. He soon realized he should completely let that topic go. He didn’t want to keep talking about his work any longer. "I’ll tell you, don’t worry. And… of course I’ll still want to go out with you. Nothing’s going to change. I’m only getting a job." he wanted to reassure her. If there was something he wasn’t going to take was her thinking he would leave her behind. He would never do that.