Wait, who are you again? - Buddy

Time: Early noon
Weather: Suns shining with very few cloud, a bit hot in the air

Fetch had left her worn green jacket back at on her bed when she went outside, she had headed for the gardens and was now sitting on a bench or more like laying on a bench, looking up at the almost clear blue sky. She was wearing her typical white shirt with a pink skull wearing shades and putting a finger to its lips, she had a slightly worn wristband and some dark red shorts over black ripped tight leggings with dark lavender pink boots on her feets. Fetch had crossed a leg over the other that already bend a bit up while having an arm over her forehead with the other hand, resting on her abdominal. With earplugs in her ears, turning the volume to the max, she laid with closed eyes, minding her own business. The heat didn't touch her at all, not because she was trying to play hardcore, but her connection to her element has increased her resistance to heat and cold a lot, more to heat than cold, but her fixed body temperature are giving her a much higher body heat.

Buddy was walking once again through the garden, in hope that a walk with help him briefly forget about his problem... and surely enough the irony of that wasn't lost on him: he could just so easily make himself forget his problems for real...but darn it! If he had tried once and had failed... was it worth it try that again? It wasn't just curiosity, it was a damn need to know who he really was and what part of his life was actually true, but in the same time... he was scared. Damn scared. What if he found out his whole life was a lie? Could he live with that? He just didn't know... And that created the problem... The most simple yet most complex problems of all... urgh! He just needed a distraction... As he walked by a bench, he noticed a girl with flashy purple hair sitting or better lying on it, listening to some high music... Now wasn't that nice? Relaxing like that like you had nor problems and you didn't give a shit about anything... and just like that, he found himself staring at her.

Fetch didn't hear the new person because of her loud music in her ears, but a sudden shadow made her aware of another person's presence. She opened her eyes and turned the head a bit up, since she had her head in the direction of this person, the first thing she did, was placing her hand, that was resting on her abdominal before, not was placed as a cover for her eyes, since the sun was a bit bright after closed eyes. The guy had some insane tall orange hair and... was he just standing there, looking at her? Almost looked like he was in a trance. "What the fuck are you staring at?" She asked with a raised eyebrow, her cursing was a lot of times not because she was angry or even pissed off, sometimes she just used curing, it was part of her just as any other normal words for conversations. It was weird for her that a guy would just stand there and stare at her like that, most people would not stop up and stare at her like he does, but then again, most people back in the city, knew exactly what she was capable of and knew she wasn't afraid of burning them.

As the girl sat up and looked back at him, he didn't stop staring and just stood where he was, still staring at her. As she spoke up, cursing like a sailor, he lifted an eyebrow "The bench." he replied with the usual heavy sarcasm "It's such a nice bench I just can't stop staring." seriously, what did she think he was staring at? What kind of question was that? If she had asked why he would have maybe been able to give her a more serious question... well, he would have done that anyway, but still...

"Oh goodie, A dwarf with irony, well why don't you go over to some other bench and drool over one of those instead, 'cause I've occupied this" she counter back, maybe a bit harsh, but Fetch really didn't care that much, beside, this dude was totally standing there being weird. Fetch laid down again in the same position as before Buddy arrived and filled the entire bench, putting her headset on again, thinking this weird guy just would go away when he got bored.

OOC: Sorry! Fetch is such a bitch sometimes xD

"Well, excuse me if you've occupied the only sexy bench of the whole island!" He started with the usual heavy dose of sarcasm "Now a guy can't even flirt with his favourite bench without some creep trying to get in between?" he continued in the same way: he didn't really care if he was being awfully weird, nor rude: she wasn't being polite either after all...

Fetch hadn't heard the second sentence this person hard said because of the loud music and headset, which she had put on while he was talking, but since he didn't go away, she took off her headset again and sat up, looking at this person, this pervert male. Fetch rolled her eyes, "bitch please, like you even had a chance with this bench" she fired back, she could also play that game.

At this point he just couldn't hold back laughters: he would usually insist to have the last word but that was such a ridiculous topic it really wasn't even worth it, beside... she really, really amused him. "Fine, Miss Pink Hair, keep your bench" he agreed between laughters, starting to move away

Looking after this weird person as he moved away, did he just call he miss? Like she was some kind of lady, she was nothing like a lady, Fetch ignited her fire a bit and moved her finger a big and a small firecracker appeared in her hand. She threw it in a gentle curve and as the small firecracker hit the ground, it exploded, reacting like a small firecracker. Fetch smiled triumphantly and layed back down on her bench, thinking that would teach that perv of a weird guy.