Welcome to Insanity: Prologue (Pt. 2 Dog Days)

Welcome to Insanity: Prologue

Part 2: Dog Days
"What do you want?" Silas quickened his pace, and to his chagrin the albino had little trouble keeping in step. His towering height afforded him many an advantageous position. This was not one of them.

The short man noticed his sidelong glance and returned it with cheeky grin, "Nothing."

What had started s one incidental meeting soon turned into an incessant and more importantly unwanted company that was quickly turning out to be more troublesome than was worth the amusement it granted. Though it had been amusing the first couple days the other began tailing him, it was quickly losing appeal.

"Like a parasite." he thought, watching as the albino jogged alongside him. Difficult to get rid of and less than desirable to keep.

His classmate gave him a once-over, "You're pretty nice, not as bad as everyone says you are."

The brunette sneered at the thought, and wrenched his gaze away from albino, staring determinedly ahead, "I couldn't care less if I tried."

God be damned harpies, strutting around like crows. Overgrown, diseased, pestilential rats with wings. Disgusting to look at and far too  many. While many of such squabbles were purely of their own delusional and superficial nature, going by the tales that had reached his ear, those regarding his own person were a caution indeed.

Sill, his second shadow remained oblivious, or perhaps ignored, any passes as they strode out, and there were many, sent his way.

By and by, day after day, his classmate dogged his every step, running to keep up with his long gait. And as always, talking. Never wanting for anything, and occasionally bringing some strange contraption or another to share.

Once it was a Pocket Pikachu, though Silas found little interest in the moving black pixels of a tubby critter much to the albino's disappointment. Another time it was a large tub of crème caramel that he insisted the pâtissier try. Any and all protests were lost with an indignant cry as the monstrosity was all but shoved into his lap, knocking the book that had once occupied it off and making him lose his place. Silas did end up trying the dessert though, and grudgingly conceded that the pudding had been skillfully made. He gave little more than an, "It tastes fine." but the albino smiled a cheshire smile, both knowing and smug enough to give him the impression that his classmate knew what he wasn't telling.

And then there were the slower days where the other merely shadowed him, trailing silently behind.

Despite the continuous cold shoulder and the dozen or so times, and growing, that the pâtissier would purposely try to lose him in the crowd, he always seemed to bounce back.

This charade continued until lat one afternoon. Tiring of his shenanigans, Silas whirled on his shade and bluntly told him to leave him be.

To which he responded, "Why?"

At last the brunette opted for ignoring him.