A screechy voice drew his wide eyed attention away from the silvery grown up and onto the petulant child who took it upon herself to stomp on his cheery mood. Wearing a sour expression that suggested she hadn't pooped in days, the girl got in his face and demanded that he be silent. In response Angel adopted a cheshire grin that stretched from ear to ear. If there was one thing he enjoyed doing, it was pushing buttons. Clearly he'd just made a new friend.
Standing tall and proud with his tail rising in a clear challenge, Angel briefly considered the girl before him. He took a challenging step forward in the hopes of riling her up further. There was a height difference between the two of them, but the boy was massive, far bigger than most his age, and because of this he was able to meet the girl's gaze with ease. With uncrushable cheer, he challenged, “Then make me.” She was more than welcome to try.
Widening his eyes at her in a challenge, he immediately began to release a steady stream of words. "You're mean and I don't like you. Were you born grumpy? I bet you were. Did you know if you keep making that face it'll get stuck like that? Then everybody will think you're ugly...or maybe just think you have to poop. Do you have to poop? Maybe that would make you less grumpy. " Or maybe he had it wrong. Maybe she was sour because her face was sour and that was the source of her problems.
