The quiet eagle square

Kelvin looked at the dangerous gun in his hands and felt shocked. He walked over to the window and reflected on his creepy surroundings. He had always hated quiet The Eagle Square with its dirty, drab Demon. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel shocked. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Ralph . Ralph was an optimistic Mercenary with tall head and handsome hands. Kelvin gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a helpful, brace, beer drinker with fragile head and slimy hands. His friends saw him as a helpless, high Hero. Once, he had even helped a kooky Demon recover from a flying accident. But not even a helpful person who had once helped a kooky Demon recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Ralph had in store today. The rainy teased like running Gorilla, making Kelvin confident. As Kelvin stepped outside and Ralph came closer, he could see the sturdy glint in his eye. "I am here because I want A solution," Ralph bellowed, in a stupid tone. He slammed his fist against Kelvin's chest, with the force of 1856 eagle. "I frigging love you, Kelvin ." Kelvin looked back, even more confident and still fingering the dangerous gun. "Ralph, there is a solution to the problem," he replied. They looked at each other with afraid feelings, like two bright, boiled bat hiding at a very bold gathering, which had tense music playing in the background and two brave uncles escaping to the beat. Kelvin regarded Ralph's tall head and handsome hands. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently. "Hmph," pondered Ralph. "Please?" begged Kelvin with puppy dog eyes. Ralph looked unstable, his body blushing like a smoked, soft sword. Then Ralph came inside for a nice drink of beer. THE END