by Guest 17th November 2015, 4:10 pm
Marschal pushed his way back into the dining area from the kitchen doors, heading his way toward the door, so he could wait for more customers. However, he regretted leaving the kitchen in the first place when his eyes landed upon the manager clamping the toucan's beak shut. His nostrils flared and his eyes widened slightly, easily displaying at the hanyō was angered by the manager's actions. He stomped over to the duo, though not loud enough that his stomping could be heard by the offending opponent. Without hesitation, the waiter smashed his foot into the manager's back, kicking him to the ground in a second. The mage kept his foot pressed into the back of the man, but he had leaned down to lowly speak to the male. In which distaste was nearly spat from his mouth; however, the contempt he felt toward kicking the manager was another story.
"Don't think I won't hesitate to kill you if you lay a hand on the toucan again," Marschy rumbled out in a low, menacing tone to the guy. "Unlike this colorful bird here, I take pride in my kills; I even happen to eat them alive if they're annoying enough." He grinned mercilessly at the manager before moving his foot to press it hard against the man's face, mushing him into the ground further. Marschal then straightened up and relieved the manager of his foot, dusting his pants off and acting as if none of that happened.
The manager stood to his feet quietly, warily watching the taller, lankier teenager, all the while dusting his clothes off as well. "If that is what you say, then no more!" his gayish voice rang out in reply, though he sooner wandered off to avoid the half-breed.
Marschal, in turn, left the toucan to his own devices, only to be instantly greeted by a gangling group of teenage boys. A few of them caught eyes with him and winked, in which Marschy tilted his head a bit and looked confused. Only was it moments later that the final teenage boy entered the building, grabbed Marschal's hand, and swept him away with the rest of the boys.
"Um, how may I help you boys today?" Marschal inquired, pressing a hand to the top of his head to keep his hair from messing up from the quick pull.