"Agh!"
Mason groaned, his eyes squinted as he glared through the fierce Sun's rays. The yellow ball in the sky taunts him as he pretends to slice through it, throwing a katana sheath through the air above him. He grits his teeth and waves the weapon, spiting that he can't actually cut through the giant gaseous ball.
"Dammit, Sun, I'd cut you in half if I could reach!"
He shouts aloud, ignoring the curious stares of citizens that surround him. Sweat pours from his matted black bands of hair, leaking down his forehead to his shirt as he walks through the lightly crowded neighborhood. "Tch" escapes his mouth as he turns his annoyed look down from the sky to the concrete beneath him.
Barely noticing it, a shadow flings towards him on the street. Giving him a brief relieving moment of shade, Mason actually sighs as he lets his head fall back to his neck. A piercing hum starts to call out to him, but he thinks it too ridiculous to matter as he relaxes on the spot, but as he opens his right eye-lid a touch,
"Maaaaaaasooooooon!"
The shadow-casting object starts to scream, breaking this distant hum into a full-tilt scream.
"Wha-?"
Mason has no time to finish questioning,
BOOMF!
A pair of soft-skinned knees plant into Mason's nose, attached to a strawberry-pink-haired schoolgirl. Crashing into him, and subsequently the earth beneath them, the girl's hair is flung forward past her, and then quickly back behind her shoulders as she reels from the softer landing. Darting her head left and then right, the girl curiously brings her finger up to her plump bottom lip.
"Hm? Mason?"
The schoolgirl's eyes narrow as she searches everywhere for her friend. Darting upward, and side to side, everywhere but down curiously. As she seems too confused, pulling her bottom lip down with her fingertip, she can feel a slight tickle at the bottom of her thighs.
"Mewody, canyu pweaze geb off!"
Mason's muffled voice hums between her skirt, pushing his voice through her flat-laid legs. He beggingly taps his hands against her red blushed thighs.
"Kyaaa!"
Melody screams, she quickly and unforgivably punches between her opened legs now, striking the top of his head down, forcing it to reach into the concrete of the sidewalk. Hastily getting off of his presumed corpse, Melody looks at the remains of her friend. A small plume of blood starts to fountain from the miniature crater where his head is buried in red rubble.
"Mason! You pervert!"
Melody's head explodes in red embarrassment. Starting at her neck and up to her cheeks, her skin shades to an overt red. Stepping away from him a few steps, Melody starts to fix her skirt and jacket of dirt and Mason's blood. Primping her waist and skirt in tight pats. Melody straightens her jacket out and outlines her obvious curve; a gentleman on the other side of the street stares for too long over his newspaper, quickly struck by his annoyed wife. Melody finishes cleaning up and stands arms-crossed above her perverted friend.
After a worrying amount of time, Mason finally moves some concrete off of him and manages to start picking himself up, a fashionable bandage lines his nose somehow now. Mason fixes his beaten, frazzled hair down into its regular two thick waves of hair that frame his typical scowl. On his cheeks are little scrapes of dirt and damage that take an extra second of wiping to clear. He glares at Melody through swiping hands. Finally cleaned up, he looks at Melody and scratches the top of his head, the most injured part.
"Dammit, Mel, would it kill you to have a normal morning?"
Mason flicks his nose with his thumb, turning his head upward to the clouds where she seemed to suddenly drop out from. A normal morning was never in the cards for these two in the first place, Mason knows this.
Melody smiles and reaches down to her ankle, leaned over to properly grab at a tiny hovering ring of light. A softly glowing Halo is worn around her leg lifted over her foot and fixed between her fingers as she stands back up. Melody smirks and looks at Mason watching, effortlessly in the way girls just can, she crafts a tight ponytail with ease and wraps her Halo around it, letting it hover above her head now. Her ponytail lets loose and falls softly down the back of her neck, the pink fringe of her hair reaches her shoulder blades.
"Normal's boring."
.... Continued in PART 2!
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