After an irritatingly lengthy commute through traffic that was bordering on jamming, Delroy and Todrick finally arrived at BlastoCon, which is being held at the Griffen Boser Convention Center. Although overjoyed to be there before the big reveal, the two were met with resistance when Delroy attempted to sneak Todrick past the security guards, both of whom had their backs turned but coincidentally turned around at that moment.
Whether it was intentional or not, Delroy had failed to mention to his friend that he would need a Blasto-Bracelet, which is an electronic wristband attendees have to wear in order to walk around and interact. This important item set Todrick back about seventy-five dollars while Delroy had obtained his weeks ago through the online co-op tournament he entered with Tandice.
"Man, I could fuckin' blow yo' brains out right now," Todrick hisses. The frustration of forking over his last amount of money has quickly set in, putting him beside himself with rage.
"Whatever, nigga. Don't be mad at me. If you had joined me and Tanni like I asked yo' ass to last month, you wouldn't have had to spend shit. I did try to get you past those big boys up front though, not my fault you got all giddy and whatnot."
"Man, fuck you! You owe me for this, Del! I WILL NOT forget it!"
"Duly noted," he dryly replies. Outwardly, Delroy appears unaffected by his friend's words, but he's actually finding it difficult to contain his laughter. If only Todrick knew of the amusement overwhelming him, he'd actually go through with his threat. Fear not though, for Todrick's anger and disappointment are short-lived since he has become mesmerized by everything BlastoWare has showcased.
He begins to dash away but promptly halts, staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the booths set up all along the scarlet and black carpet tile flooring of the 150,000 square feet exhibit hall.
"Holy shit! They have stations here for damn near every game they've released! Even for games yet to come out!" he excitedly declares, rapidly swiveling his head. Delroy was equally brimming with joy (but only internally) until Todrick grabbed his arm, attempting to pull him towards the booth for Larceny Grail IV: There Goes the Neighborhood.
Despite the replica of the Seis Diablos Motel's exterior and the heavy-set man cosplaying as the main character, Benny Ducati, being appealing to him, the attraction was nothing more than a distraction and only served to make Delroy annoyed. Growling, he quickly snatches his arm away and shoves Todrick, pointing his abnormally long index finger in the poor guy's face as he stumbles backward.
"Look, nigga, I only came here to see the debut of the INFINI-FRAME and Eldrkhor Online! Don't sidetrack me!"
Todrick grimaces, pushing Delroy's finger away. "Looka here, uh, Uncle Sam? I get that and e'rything, but you really should've brushed yo' fuckin' teeth, bruh. Breath smells like chitlins, candle wax and red flags."
"You muthafucka…," Delroy groans. He breathes into his hand, huffs it and recoils in disgust. "Shit!"
"Uh-huh! See?! You gotta be better about your hygiene, bruh!"
"Yeah, yeah, there's no time for that now though. Anyway, I have something that'll make you forget all about my breath," he smirks, rubbing his hands together like Birdman.
"Oh word? I mean, I don't know, fam. That's a pretty tall order. Your breath done possibly left me with some PTSD. Like, I need at least two years of therapy, starting right now."
"Maaaaan, shut yo' overdramatic-ass up! My breath ain't that bad!"
"You just flinched after smelling it, nigga! Can't tell me that shit didn't hurt yo' soul," he laughs as he seamlessly segues into a parody of ‘Hurt Me Soul’ by Lupe Fiasco, wailing like a restless spirit. "🎶 This guy named Delroy! Breath smells like hell, boy! He looks like Hellboy! He just ain't well, boy! Does– 🎶"
"Todrick…"
Tickled by the scowl on Delroy's face, he unabashedly continues singing, more horrible than before. "🎶 Does he get pussy?! Shit, I can't tell, boy, but his breath hurts me sooooul! Oh-woah-oh-oh! 🎶"
"What? I'm just sayin', bruh. Like, my interest is piqued, but I can't fathom anything you'd have that could make me forget such a recent and harrowing experience," Todrick jests, rather ironically. It would seem that he's already forgotten about the money, despite the claim he made to Delroy. This wouldn't be the first time though, as Todrick is easily distracted and possesses a fruit fly-sized memory.
