Post by Beruto on Jun 29, 2020 9:22:05 GMT -8
(RP Continuation of this topic; dragonballbd.proboards.com/thread/1600/supporting-local-businesses-mission)
Accepting the park admission pass from Bass, Beruto hung the lanyard around his neck, where his life guard whistle would have been had the job offer not been withdrawn. He wasn't surprised that the huge blue man didn't seem particularly impressed with his nonchalant flexing, some people just took such a physique for granted, usually other people with the same well built form, which Bass appeared to posses. None the less, it wasn't like Beruto had gone into a posing routine and fished for another compliment, as the big man had already paid him one. What he did note though was that Bass seemed to be a man with a lot to say and seeing as they were headed in the same direction, and Beruto had asked in the first place, the shirtless red head followed along side and listened.
As the blue man spoke, telling Beruto about his past and elaborating on his thoughts about fighting, the red haired teen recognized one name from his comics. Even Beruto's isolated little farming community wasn't so cut off from the rest of the world as to not have heard of Piccolo, the deamon king, or what ever title he was using. Granted some of the details Beruto knew were undoubtedly wrong, they had come from action comic books after all, which of course embellished things for the sake of plot. But one thing he did know was that names was generally considered bad news. Bass though didn't seem to reflect those negative connotations, at least not that Beruto could observe. Indeed, until Bass had mentioned the deamon king's name, the shirtless boy simply assumed he was just another of the random assortment of aliens who had come to Earth looking for a new home. Instead the big blue man was apparently a child of some kind of the evil figure from Beruto's comics. His use of language though seemed perfectly understandable given the indoctrination he was likely given, his statement about 'world domination' as he described it rang more to Beruto's ears as wanting control over his own life. It was as Bass said, simply a poor choice of words.
Of course such deep thoughts about the use of language was not exactly the sixteen year old's forte'. He was more interested in Bass' views on martial arts and the blue man did not disappoint. As they walked through the gates and into the park, Beruto continued to tag along, listening to the remainder of Bass' response, growing quite excited to hear the big man accept his offer to train together and that Bass had his own place to do it in at that. "Oh man, nice. I've got some equipment myself, but it's in my RV. And yeah, what you said about people being obsessed with fighting and killing, you don't have to worry about that with me, I don't go around picking fights." the boy beamed as they walked.
Word Count: 502.
Accepting the park admission pass from Bass, Beruto hung the lanyard around his neck, where his life guard whistle would have been had the job offer not been withdrawn. He wasn't surprised that the huge blue man didn't seem particularly impressed with his nonchalant flexing, some people just took such a physique for granted, usually other people with the same well built form, which Bass appeared to posses. None the less, it wasn't like Beruto had gone into a posing routine and fished for another compliment, as the big man had already paid him one. What he did note though was that Bass seemed to be a man with a lot to say and seeing as they were headed in the same direction, and Beruto had asked in the first place, the shirtless red head followed along side and listened.
As the blue man spoke, telling Beruto about his past and elaborating on his thoughts about fighting, the red haired teen recognized one name from his comics. Even Beruto's isolated little farming community wasn't so cut off from the rest of the world as to not have heard of Piccolo, the deamon king, or what ever title he was using. Granted some of the details Beruto knew were undoubtedly wrong, they had come from action comic books after all, which of course embellished things for the sake of plot. But one thing he did know was that names was generally considered bad news. Bass though didn't seem to reflect those negative connotations, at least not that Beruto could observe. Indeed, until Bass had mentioned the deamon king's name, the shirtless boy simply assumed he was just another of the random assortment of aliens who had come to Earth looking for a new home. Instead the big blue man was apparently a child of some kind of the evil figure from Beruto's comics. His use of language though seemed perfectly understandable given the indoctrination he was likely given, his statement about 'world domination' as he described it rang more to Beruto's ears as wanting control over his own life. It was as Bass said, simply a poor choice of words.
Of course such deep thoughts about the use of language was not exactly the sixteen year old's forte'. He was more interested in Bass' views on martial arts and the blue man did not disappoint. As they walked through the gates and into the park, Beruto continued to tag along, listening to the remainder of Bass' response, growing quite excited to hear the big man accept his offer to train together and that Bass had his own place to do it in at that. "Oh man, nice. I've got some equipment myself, but it's in my RV. And yeah, what you said about people being obsessed with fighting and killing, you don't have to worry about that with me, I don't go around picking fights." the boy beamed as they walked.
Word Count: 502.