Arcadia: Amorphous

Chapter 8: Talk the Walk

This was a bit odd for me. Going on random impromptu adventurers, with or without people I barely know. I mean he said it, we could die there I have no idea what to expect except that my dad mentioned it in a story about how stupid and reckless he was as a kid. Even if it did manage to be safe, which I am doubting more and more with every step, I don't really know David at all. He could totally be some sociopathic kid who tortured bunnies in his back yard for fun, I bet he burned ant hills too. Oh god, Shonta, what have you gotten yourself into this time.

Still, maybe it will be ok. I mean, just because someone isn't actively stalking or avoiding you does not mean that they are some psychopathic freak of nature who preys on people's lack of self-esteem to get them to invest all their time and energy in the desperate attempt to make one goddamn friend who doesn't use paste as a salad topping; would that be too much to ask? Ok, I'm freaking myself out again. Get a grip Shonta, you just need to ask a few questions, get to know him a bit, you know like friends do. Then you can choose whether or not to worry about being murdered horribly and gruesomely.

Just ask a question any question really. "What's your favorite fruit?" No not that question, stupid.

"Not sure, probably these wild berries that used to grow near my house as a kid. I can't remember what kind were, but I could never get more than a handful before they were gone. That might actually be why I liked them so much, the scarcity." David didn't look at me while answering. He just cocked his head back slightly while talking, keeping the same pace, and a seemingly disinterested expression. "What about you?"

"What about me what?"

"Fruit?"

"Oh, I think I like pumpkins the most."

"Are pumpkins fruit?" He asked finally turning towards me.

"I think so, technically. I don't even care they still win." I turned up my nose a sped forward a few steps.

"Then what about your favorite vegetables?"

"Still pumpkins."

"Favorite spice for coffee?" He asked.

"Pumpkin."

"The best kind of carriage to go to a ball in?"

"Pumpkin."

"Favorite Halloween decoration?"

"Pumpkin, pumpkin is the best at everything."

"Even as president?"

I stop, snapping my attention towards him, he was smirking again. "He was a carrot, got it. A giant intolerant carrot with little baby carrot hands." I turned from him and started walking again.

"And here I thought he just really liked cheesy puffs."

"Pufh" I semi-snorted. If he was a killer, at least he was an entertaining killer, I guess. "What magic career are you hoping for?"

"God."

"Really, I don't think they offer that here."

"No one needs to offer a god anything."

"Ok then," my murder victim odds just double.

"What about you?"

"Um, well... I really don't know."

"Come on, if you could be anything. Deepest desires, ultimate wish fulfillment, you got to want to do something."

"Maybe I could teach?" Teaching seems ok.

"Maybe teach? Maybe teach, oh fuck that. What kind of a life purpose is that." David's tone started to sharpen. Honestly, he sounded like a huge dick. There was nothing wrong with teaching. "This is your life aim higher."