Acid Rain Makes The Day - Sketch Writing 1

Acid Rain Makes The Day

For being a rainy day, in a marshy environment, a hell-fire spawned sky and acid rain was not quite on the expected menu. Heat unbearable, and a danger to her self-being, Esho, quite surprisingly, didn't think so bad of the weather. Maybe that is because a hulking beast's arm covered her head, and protected her from harm, but still, nice. Kind of pretty indeed. But that hulking beast didn't agree. A scowl, well, the best way a box-eye could scowl, struck the creature's features, an irritated hissing sound, much like steam, whistled from within his box. While this creature, Navae, didn't take harm or mind the heat, he didn't exactly enjoy having to protect someone from simple weathers. He was a evil creature, and a horrific monstrosity, not a fluffy pink-hearted unicorn!

Navae knew their destination was not much farther, but the smallest possibility of being caught in a heartfelt act in the middle of nowhere honestly terrified him. He'd never admit, but it's true. This, as every other feature of this situation does, starts to annoy him. "Esho, why are you so pathetic? I could've easily installed that Reflector ácido onto your core, but of course not! You want to stay as close to the original you as you can. Why is that! Improvising, improvement, and upgrades are the future!" His statement is accompanied by a harsh snarl, his arms pulling her closer.

Esho visibly flinches at his remark. She scrunches her face in thought, teeth shining in the "beautiful" toxic glow of roaring acid winds. About three minutes pass with an impatient Navae holding her to his chest, before she shrugs. She shrugged. His eye narrows, his pupil expands, and he hugs her. Well, not exactly a hug. More or like crushes her. Esho squeaks, tongue sticking out of her mouth as he "hugs" her, a murderous grin takes place beneath his box. "Did you really... just... do th a t."

Being the bundle of happiness Esho is, she nods, giggling in response. Nave stares, a dead gaze placed on his mate as he whispers, "I fucking hate you sometimes, you cute-ass cinnamon roll." Esho murmurs a soft "I love you too," as they continue to their destination.

"Really though, you should answer with a real statement, you shit." Navae comments.