Sweetheart

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Zuri Makkuro

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Zuri watched the male as he went flying from her hit with the platter, which she had already replaced under her arm. It was a good thing she had prepared for such an occasion by shifting her hold on the platter to more of that like a baseball playing going up to bat.

It was as though she saw the whole thing in slow motion and could not contain her laughter. She saw him go flying forward, the natural tuck of his body to avoid damaging the head, the sound of flesh on cement when he hit the ground and his torso tucked between his legs before straightening up like a coiled spring.

Time sped back up with the Nightmare doubled over from laughter. She had expected him to skid lamely on the ground, not flip through the air. She supposed that that was how it would look if someone hit her with a platter, but this guy looked like Edward Scissorhands only shorter and blondeish. It was much funnier when he did it.

And the time it took him to actually REACT to being hit with a platter was priceless. When he asked her if she'd just slapped him, she merely help up the platter, still laughing as he swore and had a tantrum in the street in front of the sweets shop. The funny thing was, having been around as long as she had, she had already collected pretty much all languages in her reserves. She heard the odd, dead languages and understood them, laughing at the faces of her coworkers.

When he finally quieted down she coughed a couple times and wiped away a tear.

"I toldja. I'm not a lose my body parts kind of gal. Maybe you'll find someone else." She said, walking back to the sweets shop, pulling off her headphones and shoving them into her apron pocket, producing her headband and putting it on.

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After a sufficient amount of time where he found himself able to actually get up and stand without going through another tantrum, Coyle noticed that the girl was again gone from his vision.

It was like a lens snapped into place somewhere. fro the first time in probably a decade Coyle was actually focusing on the world around him... It was amazing what one little wake up call would do for some people...

But for him, it just let him know that Zuri was walking back into the sweets shop to finish her shift. Coyle flitted over the few feet she had walked in the blink of an eye, now walking along side her at a perfectly copied pace.

"But- Wait! We were fighting! And was going to eat you! And! And!"

He sounded like a little kid trying to defend his case concerning why mommy should buy him more candy. Despite the perfectly sweet, beautiful sound of his voice, he was desperately gibbering.

"C'mon! Don't you wanna fight? Just a little! I will so not get hit with that plate thing again! I promise!"

His hands had returned to normal now, but he barely even noticed this. He ran up ahead of her then, gleaning an idea from the vastness of his assumed knowledge, and leaned against the door so she couldn't get in.

He sounded remarkably more calm at this point.

"I have an idea... Why don't you let me know just what kind of girl you are, if it isn't the victimized type..."

He flung the door open to let her by, but there was something more in the beast's calm, charming smile now. He had a thought, and that thought would manifest into a plan.

And his plans were pretty damn good... But first he had to know why... Why was she doing this? No scream? No anger? No interest at all... Why?!! Was he not scary enough? He could be just horrifying! Watch! He'd be terrible! But not yet... He was working along a carefully specified train of thought now, and for some reason she had spurred him into this line of thought.

"Are you the creepy crawly kind of girl that scares people? You seem like it to me... And no amount of candy is going to hide that smell. You smell like scary too..."

Call it a hunch, or call it an alien intuition, but Coyle could tell what stuff was. She pegged him as an ooky spooky type, although; if you weren't careful you could miss it.

So... why wasn't she being ooky and spooky?

[Anzeh]

Zuri Makkuro

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Zuri had been walking for quote a distance before Coyle caught bnack up with her. She turned to him in curiosity, wondering why he wasn't still on the ground giving her the silent treatment for not standing there and being eaten like a good little victim. She wondered if he'd come back for another attempt at eating her, but it seemed like he'd completely forgot about trying to do that, and had reserved himself to gibbering mindlessly.

It sounded like how an angel would if you removed its brain and replaced it with a hamster wheel.

He then started asking her if she wanted to fight, just a little, promising that he wouldn't be hit by the platter again so they could have a good fight. She noticed that his hands had returned to normal now, though this didn't hit her with ful imapct until he was blocking the door from her, stopping so she stood a foot away from him.

At his proposal she cocked one eyebrow up and waited, walking through the door he opened. She turned to him when he started talking again, tilting her head slightly, she sighed and turned herself to face him all the way.

"Have you ever heard of that monster, the one that hid under beds and in closets that was never really there? The one that could not be seen or heard or felt until one is fast asleep? The monster that manifested itself in the mind of its victims in the form of gory battlefields months old with maggots and bugs devouring the corpses, in the lustful flames of hell that licked at your heels, in the bloodcurdling screams of the mother right before she's stabbed to death and when you find a mirror it's you? The monster that never has the same face but always the cold grip of death and fear, screams and horrible agony?" She asked, tilting her head. "I'll let you in on a secret." she said, smiling and for the first time giving a glimpse of the demon she was inside, not aiming to frighten or impress him. "They messed up when they called it the Boogeyman."

And with that she went to set down the platter and return to work.

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Coyle just sat there and smiled as she explained herself to him. It wasn't the stupid, dumbfounded smile of someone who'd been recently smacked over the head with a serving plate; and it wasn't the smile of someone mildly interested in whatever object was in front of him. Oh no... This was an expression made of genuine enjoyment, and of a cool-headed clear focus that came to the normally sloppy, disorganized beast only once every rare instance.

Coyle was actually impressed, but he didn't say anything. He just sat there and smiled; and right before she left completely out of earshot, he tossed something out there.

"It's a prettier name they were looking for, wasn't it? Something more feminine."

He slid past the door, not following her, but staying just within earshot as she continued to move.

"I'll remember that name..."

Then, like all evil things do, he found a nice break in the line of events to vanish, and did so.