Herro stepped out of the building housing the pun named waterpark section. He shakes his head as he looks up at the sign and see’s Razor leaning against an arch way towards the park proper.
Narrowing his eyes Herro stalks past the other guy, notice that Herra did have a point and his hair was gorgeous. He shakes his head and scowls to himself.
“Where are you off to?” Razor asks, following behind.
Not bothering to turn back, Herro replies with a terse, “Away.”
“Why?” Razor asked now following alongside at an equal pace, “I thought we were gonna finish this.”
“I’m through,” Herro skulks through the park and out the turnstile into the parking lot, “Now where did I park?”
Razor’s voice comes from behind him, “Section E, Row 2, Spot 5.”
Spinning herro looks at him through the long bang hanging over his face, “How?”
Opening his mouth to respond, Razor is cut off as Herro waves his hand and starts walking to the spot, “Never mind, I don’t care how you memorized that.”
“So what’s the problem?” Razor asks from behind.
“I got turned into a girl, This place is creepy as fuck, and you.” Herro glares, “You trying to get me into your weird fetish.”
Razor cocked an eyebrow, “What fetish.”
Herro spins on his heels, “Don’t play me, Prince Double D’s.”
Herro starts stalking off and reaches the right section as Razor called out, “I’m not a Double D you know! High end D maybe but not close to double.”
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“I could care less if you an H,” Herro yelled throwing his arms up.
“First,” Razor sighed, “It’s ‘I couldn’t care less’ not could. Could means you actually do care. And Second.
Razor glances down at his flat chest, “An H cup would be huge on my frame.”
Stopped at the right spot, Herro scowled, “Who cares about your tits! Where the hell is my car!?”
Pointing down at the dark green car in front of them, Razor asks, “Isn’t this it?”
Losing a little of his steam Herro blinks a couple times, “What? No this is too nice for my car.”
“I had it fixed remember?” Razor smiles, “Which is still completely on me, even if our date went bad.”
“It still can’t be. We were only in there for what? Two hours?”
“Three but yeah, they do good work don’t they?” Razor supplied.
Herro snapped his fingers, “It’s just a new car with my license plates and registration in it.”
Razor stared at him with eyes narrowed, “Really? Do I need to call the guy and see if there were any distinguishing marks?”
“No,” Herro opened the door and sat down, the seat conforming to him exactly as he remembered. Watching razor, he reached down and felt along the underside of the dash for a small cut he had made in the leather years ago. He still had no idea how the knife he was toying with managed to ricochet off the floor and go a full two inches into his dash but it did.
“Well I’ll be,” He muttered sitting back, “It is my car.
Razor nods, looking down into the window, “I told you it would be.”
Herro glares up him and opens the door, and steps out, “I guess you did but that still doesn’t make us even for this fake date of yours.”
“It was not a ‘fake date,” Razor huffed, “I had every intent and purpose to go and let you have your way with me at the end of it.”
Stepping out of the car Herro looked up at the taller man, “Wait what? You put out on a first date?”
Razor shrugs as if it means nothing, “Eh, why wait? I get pleasure from it and so do they and if things go farther we don’t have to worry about the not getting any getting in the way.”
“Okay, see that,” Herro sighed, “That’s weird.”
“You Magia are just too stuck up. Anyway, lets get back in there and solve the mystery of this place.”
Shaking his head, Herro responds, ”Nope. I’ve got my car here and I’m gonna take it and head on my way.”
“Come on,” Razor said, “You did tell me you would help. Just because our date fell through doesn’t mean we shouldn’t figure this stuff out.”
Herro shakes his head more, “No, this place is creepy as hell.”
“Yeah, and that’s part of the problem. I know some normal humans who can feel it, so yeah it’s creepy. Besides you gave your word that you’d help so let’s go in and we’ll be gone before you can say abracadabra.”
“Fine,” Herro mutters as he starts following Razor, mumbling under his breath, “Abracadabra.”