"EGG TIME" Gingi growled out in a cynical way. They crawled upon the streets of Dialtown, desperately looking for someone to take them. But alas, everyone they crawled up to either screamed, hit them with their purse, or stayed long enough to make it clear they didn't have money. Gingi gripped their gut.
"OUUGHHFVSUFJ ME GUTT..." They howled in pure PRIMAL PAIN. They went up to one more person, hoping they'd have something to help them... maybe 2 dollars?
"Hello! Hello, hellooo!" they spoke, Gingi looked up the person in front of them. It seemed like a standup guy, so they tried to give it a shot.
"Oh! hey there. You need something, friend?" He looked down, if his phone head could muster a smile it would. Gingi stared up in return.
"WHO YOU. IDENTIFY YOURSELF" Gingi scorned, hissing coming behind the words.
"Oh uh... I'm uh... You can call me Harry! If you'd like..." silence crossed "Sorry- is there anything specific that I can help you out with? I-I'm running late to work and if I'm in the door even a MOMENT after noon, my boss Mr Kennedy will have my hide for brunch... which he eats at the ripe hour of 5pm!"
Gingi immediately spat out "So... are you single by any chance... Harry" they twirled a strand of hair and fluttered their weird phone eye socket at him. Harry honestly was more surprised and concerned as to where Gingi even got the long strand of hair from... definitely didn't belong to the green bastard.
"I uhhh..." Harry stammered, looking down to the cryptid. Its expression changed into that of a irritated frown, having him without thought continue talking
"H-hey now! Don't get me wrong! I'm sure you're absolutely LOVELY deep down. It's just that you're.... You're quite green and I can't really tell if you're human or not,"
"I'm not, but okay, thanks for your consideration..." Gingi grumbled to theirself, crossing their arms. Harry turned to walk away, most likely back to his humble role in society before Gingi grabbed Harry's ankle. The phoneman almost tripped straight onto his face, possibly making himself the next Randy Jade if he hadn't caught himself first. He looked around angrily to the green kreechur. He looked with a sort of 'anger' on his face, that would be if his face could actually EXPRESS emotions.
"Ay, dios mio, what do you want now." he seemingly tried to brush it off, but Gingi pursued.
"You has boss. He has at least two dollars! Take me to him then, humble child of the north" Gingi blinked, hoping somewhere in their mind this would work. Harry wanted to protest, he really did, but everything he used so far hasn't managed to scare the green kreechur away. He wondered how his boss would react and grumbled. He wasn't willing to take the cryptid himself, but he knew Mr. Kennedy had taken a cryptid out of the state before. This wouldn't be too different. Gingi simply wanted two dollars, and a date who'd pay them in. Didn't mean they had to actually enjoy it. As much as he just wanted to say no, he sighed and said.
"Fine. But please... PLEASE don't mess up the restaurant while you're there. Mr Kennedy will kill me... or worse, fire me..." same thing basically. He watched as the critter mumbled barely coherent 'YES'es and 'I told you so's to what seemed like thin air. He rubbed his 'temples' and exhaled again. "Come now... or I'm gonna be even more late for work."
He checked his now scuffed-from-pavement shoes and dusted his suit off before walking a bit more quickly, hearing Gingi trail behind him now.
"DATE SUCCEEDED. Foul ticket Jerry doesn't stand a CHANCE" they rasped out in triumph. what a weirdo.
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Gingi bothers an orange man for 2 dollars
Fanfictiongrowl meow moew moew This is a half-joke Gingi x Jack route I made while buzzed as fuck, but I'm still updating it! This is cross-posted on ao3, but since I make all my drafts here I'll just post it too. I know my friends r reading this.... hi guyzz...
