I've Arrived

Will You Get Inside!

    Vin's face lights up. "Egon, that's a nice name, I like that name."

     Egon appears skeptical.
"Huh? No one likes that name, I don't like the name! Bane of my existence."
He slowly runs a hand through his hair. Forces out a calming breath.
"My Mom was a huge Ghostbusters fan. It left me stuck with this name."

Vin's thoughts are triggered by one word.
He said WAS - as in, past tense. Either his Mom isn't a... what was it ? Ghostbusters fan? anymore or she's gone.
I'll keep a mental note of it. Right now, keep the charm flowing.
"Why would anyone want to bust ghosts? They never hurt anyone. You barely know they're there."

     Egon rolls his eyes. "The ghosts do bad things in this, it's fictional anyway. "
Pointing over at Vin. " What's with the purse?"

   Vin immediately appears emotionally hurt.
"Purse!? No No no! This here is a magic bag. Don't let it's size fool you, it holds everything I come across that is mine. Everything. Actually it could be more of a satchel than a bag. It's remarkable is what is is!"
He gives it a hug and a kiss. "Love ya baby."

     Egon remains unimpressed. "Right. Um... magic. Sure."
I'm standing here talking to a weasel, who is talking back, and I'm doubting a magic bag. I'm drugged. My mind is broken. Any case, I'm going to continue going with it. Maybe it'll keep my mind off things.
"Look, School has been over, most everyone has left. Why don't you get inside my backpack,  I'll ride you home with me, on my bike."

     Vin jumps up and down, pumping fists in the air, his tail waving erratically.
"Yes, I get to join you! We will adventure together! I'm so happy I'm going to hug and kiss you too!"

    Quickly, out of reflex, Egon blocks his Vin with his hands. Recognizing the weasel is going for his leg, most likely to climb up it again.
"No, no. Er... some other time. Actually.. no, no to physical contact."
How do you let a talking weasel, polecat or whatever, down gently. I hope that worked without crushing him. Why do I care? I'm sure he's not real.

     Vin's ears flatten against his head.
"You won't be able to help it. You'll fall in love with me.  Mark my words."

     Bending down, Egon pulls over a backpack that sat near his feet. He motions to the opening at the top of it.
"Get inside, I'll carry you."

      "Why can't I ride on your shoulder? Or draped across that lovely neck of yours?"
Ears still flat, nose twitching, Vin displays his best pout to try persuading Egon to allow it.

Egon hesitates for a moment, awkwardly rubbing the back of his lovely? Neck.
"Um, that won't work for me. The best way is in here. Get in"
He gives the backpack a welcoming shake.

    "But it's so big, and clunky, and ugly!"

      "Get. The fuck. In the backpack."
Egon manages to say this through his teeth.

His bag does have some fancy qualities. It's red and has multiple pockets. Yes, it'll do.
Vin nods his head.   "Ok, I'm going in."
  
      He performs what may be a possible swan dive into the bag. He lays down at the bottom, fully upside down with an eager grin on his face.

   Egon begins zipping it shut.

"Stop!!"
Vin's voice squeaks out in terror. "Don't do that. Please!"