@"King"
Finally, a free day! Well, it wasn’t exactly a free day, but Francesco had given up on homework. Who cared anyway? It was too boring, and he could just play dumb if he got asked about it the next day. He had been waiting to go out all week, but everyone seemed to be too busy to go with him and the puppet did not want to wait any longer. Besides, he was looking nice to day, at least by his own standards, no way he was wasting that. The puppet wasn’t dressed appropriately for the chilly weather, but it’s not like he could actually catch a cold or feel the temperature like a normal person. He was wearing a jean vest, bedazzled on the shoulders, with a t-shirt underneath and black leather pants, his shoes were the least questionable thing of this outfit, just a pair of comfy ones.
The solution to his problem, not the fashion one, was simple, approach new people and drag them with him. Today he had seen that one guy with the sunglass, he looked like the kind of person who knew how to have a little fun, so that’s who he was looking for. After a frustratingly long time, he finally spotted those black locks with red streaks that belonged to him.
He was hoping the other one hadn’t seen him yet, because he was quietly approaching him from behind with a silly smile on his face, and it would be a shame if the surprise was spoiled. Once he was close enough, Francesco put both of his hands on each side of his mouth, as if to make his voice sound louder.
“Heeeey punk rock guy!” he said loudly, hoping to startle him or to get an amusing reaction “You busy?”
Finally, a free day! Well, it wasn’t exactly a free day, but Francesco had given up on homework. Who cared anyway? It was too boring, and he could just play dumb if he got asked about it the next day. He had been waiting to go out all week, but everyone seemed to be too busy to go with him and the puppet did not want to wait any longer. Besides, he was looking nice to day, at least by his own standards, no way he was wasting that. The puppet wasn’t dressed appropriately for the chilly weather, but it’s not like he could actually catch a cold or feel the temperature like a normal person. He was wearing a jean vest, bedazzled on the shoulders, with a t-shirt underneath and black leather pants, his shoes were the least questionable thing of this outfit, just a pair of comfy ones.
The solution to his problem, not the fashion one, was simple, approach new people and drag them with him. Today he had seen that one guy with the sunglass, he looked like the kind of person who knew how to have a little fun, so that’s who he was looking for. After a frustratingly long time, he finally spotted those black locks with red streaks that belonged to him.
He was hoping the other one hadn’t seen him yet, because he was quietly approaching him from behind with a silly smile on his face, and it would be a shame if the surprise was spoiled. Once he was close enough, Francesco put both of his hands on each side of his mouth, as if to make his voice sound louder.
“Heeeey punk rock guy!” he said loudly, hoping to startle him or to get an amusing reaction “You busy?”