Across from the park bench was a street that led to the more suburban area of Baska. It was still within the town itself, but unlike the square he was currently in there wouldn't be any sign of merchants or travelers. That was where the locals lived. That was where he lived once upon the time. And most importantly... that was where his mother lived. "Oh, it's about your mother? How unoriginal. You worry about this every time we pass through! How hard can it be to meet with your parent? Who cares if you haven't seen her for a while?" Beelzebub tried his best to console his host on the issue, though the Lord of the Flies' own experiences didn't exactly match that of a human being. "I personally only see my mother around, hmmm.... every 6000 years or so? Something along those lines." Zane let out a loud audible groan, leaning over and clutching his head in his hands. "Not gonna do it." He spoke out loud, as though he was talking to himself as opposed to Beelzebub. No matter how hard he tried Zane was never able to summon the courage needed to go and face his mother. How many times had he passed by Baska on his travels now? At least a dozen. What harm could one more do, right? Zane was lucky enough to look completely different than he did 5 years ago, so he used that fact to get back up on his feet and get to some trouble around town while he was in the area.
10 minutes later, Zane had stuffed his face full of cotton candy. It was sold to him by a local merchant at a grossly unfair price. Beelzebub had tried to get Zane to negotiate a better deal (a skill the mage most certainly possesses the talent for) yet Zane shot down his demon friend's idea, saying something along the lines of "Paying extra is part of the Baska experience!" and such. Zane stuffed the last of it all in his mouth, letting the sweet sugar dissolve along his tongue. While Zane certainly did like the food in Baska he wanted to do something more than that while he was here. But what? Despite the fact that he grew up here, Zane had only just realized that there wasn't exactly much to do. "I guess this country boy's gotten spoiled by the big cities over the years..." He noted to himself.
And then it hit him. That same feeling he had gotten earlier. It had been nudging at the back of his mind constantly, no matter how hard he tried to push it back. His mother. His poor, sweet mother. She must miss him. But he had changed so much. Zane had done horrible things. He ha- no. No, no no. Zane stopped in his tracks. There was no way in hell he was gonna have a dramatic third-person inner monologue. He needed to get his mind somewhere else. What about girls? He liked girls, right? Time to go find a girl! "This feels about as forced as the majority of your jokes..." At this point Beelzebub was used to the kind of tomfoolery Zane threw out there, but this was certainly the most desperate of it all. Zane frantically searched around for any woman in the area who seemed the least bit pretty, eventually settling on one with peach colored hair. Approaching the woman, Zane walked up in a rather stiff motion. While he wasn't the most... traditionally charming man in the world, Zane certainly had an appeal unique to him on every other day. But today? Not so much.
Zane slowly walked towards the girl, thinking of his childhood ho - thinking of how she'd fall for him instantly, how he'd introduce her to his mo - know what? Zane would just talk. He was good at talking. If thinking wasn't going so well, perhaps whatever came out of his mouth would. Zane leaned up against the building wall near the girl, placing his left hand onto it and giving her his best smile. He was admittedly rather handsome. What would this strapping young man say to the cute girl in front of him? He said what any confident man would - the first thing that came to his mind. "Hey mom."
The entire world went silent. It was as though time had froze. During that moment, that one second interval in which Zane had to process what he just said, a million thoughts raced through his mind. All of them relating to embarrassment. When that one second had finally passed, it was as though Zane had gone through a decade of mental anguish.
Zane's face instantly became redder than the tomatoes growing on the nearby farms as he cleared his throat, scrambling to try and pick up the mess he made. "I mean... ma'am!" That wasn't exactly much better. While it was a start, Zane found it hard to get much of a mental foothold here thanks to Beelzebub loudly laughing in the back of his mind. The demon was no doubt entertained to the moon and back currently. Zane once again cleared his throat, this time determined to not slip up. "You a traveler? You know, I'm actually from here. I can even show you my hou-" Zane noticed his mistake, cursing in his mind a dozen or so times within the length of half a second. "I mean, uh, my favorite bar! You'll love it. Lemme buy you a drink, mo- miss. Miss. Yeah."
Of all the wacky shit Zane had found himself in, this was by far his most awkward.