Y/s' POV

I walk into the bullhead station and checks the time for the Beacon line. It's currently 8:49 in the morning and the bullhead comes in at 10:25. I sighed knowing I could've spent more time with Sis instead of leaving so soon. I go to find a seat but I tripped on a person's luggage.

Y/n: Shit. Sorry bout th-

I turned back and saw the person was asleep. Upon closer inspection, the person was what I can assume is a dude with blue hair and wearing a navy blue tee and black basketball shorts. I slowly shove his duffel bag to his side and look for a seat, which is really easy because NO ONES HERE. I look back to the guy and decide wake the fucker up. I reach out and did what any person would do.
I grabbed that fucker and yeeted him up to the fuckin sun.

A/n: Oí That ain't how the fuckin script goes. Fuck. Redo!

I held his shoulder and gave him a quick shake. His eyes bolted open and I can see his ice blue eyes. Reminds me of a Schnee's eyes.

Blue: Huh? Who the fuck? What the fuck?

Y/n: Oí, chill out. I just got here and tripped on your shit.

Blue: Damn™. Sorry 'bout that.

Y/n: Nah, don't worry 'bout it. Names Y/n, you?

Blue: Erick, Erick Azel.

Y/n: Well Erick, why're you sleeping on the floor when you got seats all over?

Erick: Listen, I may or may not have broken in here and slept on the floor to escape the rain outside.

Y/n: ...Fair point.

Erick: what time is it anyway?

I check my scroll and tell him that it's now 9:03 and we leave at 10:25.

Erick: Damn™. That early huh?

Y/n: You said it.

We had a minute of silence were we just sat as a couple of people periodically trickled into the station.

Erick: Ey, we got some time to kill yeah? Show me your weapon.

I obliged and show him my weapon, a travel umbrella with a curved handle that transforms into a dagger with a serrated barrel on it's back end and a shield.

Erick: Now that is overkill.

Y/n: Is the umbrella shield to much?

Erick: I think it adds more character to the weapon. If only it didn't have the colors of a kids toy.

Y/n: Well okay then, show me yours if mine is not of your taste my good sir.

Erick: Don't.

He then shows me a cylinder like thing with two holes on the ends. With a press of a button he makes two poles thrust out and end about an arms length each.

Y/n: Nice.

Erick: I know right? It's fresh as fuck. I call her fenrir.

Y/n: Litty.

Erick: Oí mate, could you at least fake that your impressed.

Y/n: I'm good thanks.

Erick: One day that'll come back to bite you in the ass.

Y/n: Yeah? Well later, the bullhead is almost here.

Sorry bout the long ass wait for this short ass chappy but I had such a lack of motivation and a sudden burst of energy. Hopefully the next chapter will come out sooner.
UwU peace creeps 🗿