Reservations

[Я Є Đ WOLF]

[atrb=width,470,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][bg=655064] Suffice to say, someone who spends their entire existence in sheer mockery of the universe should not be wearing a suit. Especially considering Coyle's usual apparel. At first, it was nothing. His true form needed no clothing to make it decent, but then again his true form was a bit threatening, and you can't do the kind of fancy evil that he did walking around with tentacles and whiskers. So he adopted what he thought was one of the most understated forms of the world - a sweet little child. Of course, not to be tacky with all the hiding a wolf in sheep's clothing, he did often sport his favorite stupid catchphrase tees and a pair of ratty jeans. For some reason this tickled his sense of humor - to be a child, dress like a slob of a teenager, and actually be an inter-dimensional hellbeast from the nether regions of existence. So it was boring now, to be in this suit... but it fit the purpose, he guessed. This was supposed to be a fancy restaurant, and people wore nice things here. Besides, walking into White's town after their last meeting demanded some kind of finesse to it. He thought he looked pretty good in his suit. Kind of like those penguin things! All black and white and having to say "please" and "thank you" all over the place! It was a different kind of distraction. But, it seemed his guest of honor was late. Sad, considering the time he took to skin that whatever-it-was plant monster and send Argus that gigantic rose and invite. Quite romantic, if he didn't say so himself. The beast tapped his fingers against the table, listening to the soft piano music and the softer murmur of people as they ate and conversed. Boring... If he didn't have to do this for... Well, he did. That's what an agreement was, and if he was nothing else, he was a creature of his honor. Coyle nonchalantly kicked the present beneath the table, smiling as he heard the colorful paper crinkle. Oh well, at least he was keeping his promise in a fun way...

[Iƪƪia]

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[atrb=background,http://i687.photobucket.com/albums/vv235/Illia_the_Bat/Chimera%20Academy/Argusmiddle7.png] There came a time in every man's life when he had to ask himself the very important question: jacket or no jacket? The shirt that he had on was so very tight and hot and itchy, and the thought of adding another layer of clothing over that was sickening. Then again, the people at these fancy restaurants did like their jackets, and he would look so terribly out of place without one. Not that he wouldn't look out of place already. He doubted most of the customers would currently be sporting a large tattoo of a Lamprey wrapped around his neck but damned if he was gonna wear a scarf too. Then finally - after much debate - he decided to compromise, donning the jacket after having first removed the terribly uncomfortable shirt. With that, he left, eager to see what plans that attractive, little demon-whore had in store for him. Some might find it strange that the boy you seduced, lied to, insulted, mentally screwed, and left to cry to himself would suddenly send a very romantic card, inviting you to dinner with them. And they were right. But was that any reason to refuse his generous offer? He wasn't worried about an attempt at revenge, and that just made him even more curious. Maybe the sweetheart really did just want to see him again. He knew that he must have left a pretty big impression on the poor creature. Ah, the curse of being so darn attractive. The creature must be pining away for him at this very moment! Oh, he had to hurry to him. Not that he really believed any of that but yeah, he hurried to him anyway. Slipping into the building, he moved around the people shuffling past him, ignoring any glares that his attire caused. He quickly locked onto his target's scent and moved toward the table. He actually found the ambiance here to be rather charming. It was fun to play dress up and have a nice evening out on the town every now and then. However, he had a feeling that piano music was going to get to him sooner or later. "Oh it's so good to see you again, darling," he murmured as he seated himself across from the demon, "I was so happy to receive that invite... glad to see this isn't over." And he rested his chin upon his hands as if he really was only glad to be here, with him. As if he had come here just to see him. Well, he couldn't just look the part; he needed to play the part as well. Not that he really even looked the part... ah well. He'd just wing it.

[Я Є Đ WOLF]

[atrb=width,470,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][bg=655064] The beast smiled a genuinely sweet smile as his guest arrived and seated himself. Genuine. It wasn't that Coyle was never genuine, but he... Okay so maybe he was never genuine, but they didn't have all this "feeling" stuff where he came from. So what if he had to fake everything to even appear like a living, breathing thing. He wasn't, so he had to learn to live an breath too. See all the trouble he went through for Argus? All for him... Just to look pretty and wear a happy smile - a genuine-as-evil-demon smile can get. And one might fathom that Coyle held a grudge. He was pretty sure he didn't know how to spell "grudge." Why would he hold one? They sounded nasty. No, he remembered, and he remembered that "feeling" he felt, but there was nothing like malice derived from this experience. In fact, it was almost pleasant in a sort of sad way, to remember the past - remember where he came from. Where the worlds burned... That's where Oh so beautiful. So painful, but so beautiful... ...oh right. He had a contract to keep. So anyways, Coyle wasn't begrudging of what had happened then. It had actually been a fun thing. Who would have thought the dog was scared of a little sex. The beast's smile widened at the way Argus seemed so out of place here. He, although young, didn't cause such waves. That wasn't what he was here for. He was here for diner, and for fun. More fun. And Argus was a fun one, if not somewhat tricky. It was a long time ago that he'd been duped like that... He may just get all sentimental again. "Don't think you can drive me away so easily," the sweet voice crooned low just under the sound of the trilling piano. "I hope you're familiar with the phrase no pain to gain. Well, I intend some gain here..." The waiter came, and he placed his order. The service here was quick like that, but who knows what might happen here. He wasn't exactly welcome. Maybe they'd poison his food? Ooooh yummy... Poison. Coyle picked at the silverware - not actual silver - as he waited for the food to arrive. Failing to keep himself entertained for longer than a minute though, he decided to strike up some conversation. "I missed you, you know. All the rest of the things on this island... they are so small, so simple. I tire easily of them. But you." He intentionally paused, pretending to think of the words, when in all reality he was merely lingering up and down the countenance of his newest curiosity. His voice dipped lower, nearly a whisper. "You're a tougher toy. Not so easy to break. And so unwieldy too... You might just break me instead." Coyle rarely enjoyed a challenge, but he had one now, and as if a switch had been flicked somewhere within the bowls of his being, he seemed to be come suddenly more focused. The meandering, greedy, impetuousness of that childish mind seemed to recede from the jagged hide of whatever it was underneath. And this thing underneath smiled out, pumping a red dye into the beast's pupils and coloring them a smoldering crimson. "I have a present for you."

[Iƪƪia]

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[atrb=background,http://i687.photobucket.com/albums/vv235/Illia_the_Bat/Chimera%20Academy/Argusmiddle7.png] Shortly after he had arrived, his gaze left the restless demon so that he could observe the rest of the restaurant. He always enjoyed people watching, even if no one really enjoyed it when he watched them, but that was what made it fun. Like now, as he scanned over the tables, he would alway fall upon a guest or two who would be trying with all his power to pretend that he didn't notice the bizarre-looking man staring at him. And yet there was always the question of whether or not to glance up; to see if he was still staring. Or perhaps he should move his chair nonchalantly so that he couldn't see him at all. The paranoia was very cute. Throughout this all, he remained aware that Coyle was speaking. It was nice to hear that the demon was still up for more. It did so annoy him when a mortal refused to play with him anymore just because they'd gotten hurt one time, or just because their family had gotten hurt and was maybe accidentally killed that one time. Mortals could be so fragile. What's more, after you'd broken them, they wouldn't even try to pull themselves together and start chucking the shattered pieces of themselves at him in a futile attempt at revenge. Instead, they'd just lay there and wait for the wind to take them away and scatter whatever they had left. Oh, but Coyle wasn't exactly a mortal, was he? No, he'd just get knocked down and come right back for some more. He didn't respond, but instead he picked up one of the forks off of the table. There were so many, after all, that he felt obligated to reduce their numbers a bit. He placed the times in his mouth, bending them back and forth a bit. Though it was strange, over the years he had acquired a taste for metals. Perhaps it was the result of habits like this, but he found metals to be as tasty as any of the mortal concoctions that they served here. Except for silver. Silver was never any good. Breaking off the tines in his mouth, he tossed the now useless handle aside just as Coyle finished his profound metaphor. He chuckled, polite enough to know that he shouldn't speak when his mouth was full. He liked being told such nice things about himself, even if they were painfully obvious and even if they were lies. Oh, but Coyle wasn't lying here. He should know by now exactly what he was getting. Or at least close to it. He went to remove the metal that he'd been rolling around in his mouth, pulling out an object that consisted of all of the tines flattened and wound together. It was a rose - the petals all spread out and the leaves looking toward where the sun would have been. It wasn't his best work, but he was out of practice. "Mm. If only you were good enough for me to break." He set the rose down on the table and observed it for a moment. Then another. And another. And yet another. Until finally: "I kid. You're definitely good enough for me to break." He smiled again, revealing the rows of brilliant white, threateningly pointed teeth. It was a smile that always made him look as if he was preying on someone, and whose to say he wasn't? He plucked the rose off of the table and crushed it between his fingers, considering this. He wasn't necessarily preying on Coyle per se, but who knew what was waiting for them just around the corner? Speaking of which. "A present? For me? Why, you shouldn't have."

[Я Є Đ WOLF]

[atrb=width,470,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][bg=655064] Coyle's heavily army-booted shoes tapped the present. Now, why he went through the trouble of wearing a suit only to sport studded up pieces of footwear was beyond anyone's knowledge. He didn't even like army boots, as far as he knew. But then, that was the complexity that was Coyle - even if it seemed utterly stupid and random, there was something behind it... But really, he just thought it was funny to wear the boots. So, kicking the package and causing it to crinkle sweetly beneath him, he leaned over the dining table and fixed himself on Argus' pointy teeth. Shiny things were pretty. They were so... shiny. It didn't matter that they were actually what these beings of mass and volume used to crush and envelop their food with - it was simply a joy to see something so bright and colorful beaming at him. A tentacle, black and sickly looking, curled up from beneath the table with gold and red glistening paper. The tentacle set it next to Argus, without Coyle moving a muscle from the pretty, sparkly teeth he seemed so fascinated on. "You can do that... The breaking, I mean, but I'm sure that's not your game. How about we play something different? Something more fun!" And at this, the beast could hardly contain his excitement. He knew Argus would love it - he just knew it!