Beggin' To Differ~~(Boss Dawg)

Beaming.

Sun vibrant, hot, boiling off warm colors. Rays. It showered over Death Square and Market setting the stage for a busy day full tourists and privately owned stalls. The town square would be especially live today for another attraction would make it's way to Death City.

He walked.

Sign in hand, Drake Kurogasko, the Demon Shield made his way to the large fountain that lay in the centre of the plaza. Aqua flavored orbs danced around the area taking in glimpses of regular civilians, business owners, and the like. In his other hand he carried a single black DWMA backpack which he used to carry small necessities like water, sandwiches, and a change of clothes.

He sat.

Anxious legs bent at the knee rested against the signature water fountain as the Demon Weapon sat down. He looked around, his eyes wandering in search of a clock of some sort. An exasperated sign fluttering from his lips when he spotted one through a shop window.

Twelve forty - five.

He leaned back, closed his eyes, and mentally prepared himself for his day. Training. His sign he sat next to him face down until it was time for him to get started. Drake Kurogasko figured that if he was going to train, why not get paid for it.

Or try to at least.

He stood.

He opened his black bag, a pocket separate from where he held his goodies and sat it off to the side next to him. He than picked up his medium sized, square sign propped it up against the fountain for all to see.

5 Push-ups = $1
5 Sit ups =$1
3 BackFlips or Front Flips = $1
5 HandStand Push up = $2
Custom Exercises = Negotiable
Spar = Free

Most of the wording was a tightly packed because of the spacing on the sign. It also didn't help that the Weapon had poor hand writing, if that. Drake even went as far as to put a picture of his face on the top of the sign with smile faces allocated randomly around the lettering. He figured it would cater to the kids. With the sign up and his bag open to accept cash there was nothing else to do but wait.

And wait...

And wait....

Most people just walked by not even shedding a glance at Drake and his sign while others looked at as they passed by. A few people though, happened to stop and read the sign. They'd look Drake up and down, he'd throw them a casual smile and then they'd continue on their way. He took no offense to it. It was a bit shoddy now that he thought about.

Time passed and Drake got his first customer after sitting for a little over an hour. A young man who spitefully decided to 'test' the young weapon. He stopped like the others, reading the sign, and then looked at Drake. A caught a grin and malevolent idea like a bad cold.

"Ten Dollars for Fifty Push ups please." The man said with narcissistic sarcasm, attracting attention at making an offer. Some of the people in the town square glanced over though continue to walk nonetheless. Drake nodded as the man held the ten dollars toward him.

Drake finally eager to get to work got up and accepted the money, "Thank you." he said as if he had been tied up for days and someone was finally setting him free. The blue haired weapon threw the ten dollars into his black bag, got into push up position, and began his count.

"One. Two." He said in quick succession as the numerical value quickly rose. The young man looked down as Drake easily performed the fifty push ups. Drake stood up from the exercise and extended his hand to shake, "All set sir."

Feeling defeated the man greeted Drake's handshake with a twenty, "Make it a hundred." He exclaimed. A few civilians who were watching the engagement from the move stopped at the request. Other customers who were purchasing items from the surrounding stalls even took notice. Drake took the twenty dollar bill and tossed it into his sack.

"No problem." He said cracking his knuckles at the challenge. Just like before he descended himself into push up position and began his count.

"One. Two. Three." Quickly, efficiently, the DWMA representative propelled himself up and down with excitement. It looked like his business began to finally pay off.

Minutes passed and Drake rose for the final time, "One... Hundred." He said on an exhaling breath as he pushed himself up into a handstand and then jumped out of it landing on his two feet. A few people in the crowd nodded, impressed while one individual applauded Drake.

The young man nodded, defeated. He snickered and walked. "Thank you sir. Come again!" Drake yelled out to him as he fled.

It was just then that a young girl, older toddler, ran up to Drake with her mother in hand, "Mommy Mommy. I want to see a back flip. Mommy please." The toddler yelled as she pointed at Drake as if he was a life sized toy. Drake couldn't help but smile as he let out a small chuckle at the kids cuteness.

The mother smiled back and took out a dollar, "A dollar right... Why not. Here you go young man." She said as she handed it over.

"Thanks. This is for you little one." Drake said as he bent down and patted her on the head.

Looks like his idea turned into a success after all.