The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Monday
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betterthanaplanBolstered with caffeine thanks to the Perk, Duke had returned to his boat to see just how much damage his younger self had managed to wreak over the weekend. The place was a wreck, especially the galley, with weapons (that had been toys, which was reassuring and terrifying in equal measure) strewn about wherever wee!Duke had happened to drop them, and a sticky film of grape jelly coating pretty much everything. He'd thankfully been quick enough even as a ten year old to keep the small fire he'd started trying to use the waffle iron contained to a very small space, so that wouldn't take much more than replacing the outlet and maybe resanding part of a cabinet.
And, as predicted, there were five pizzas, two giant cookies, and a rather unholy amount of Pepsi leftover in his fridge. Also, most of a frittata, at least half a serving of beef stew, and several stale and/or smashed cookies. He fed those last items to the porgs, who were all terribly pleased to see him, and set about making the Rouge a proper home again.
He had the door to the deck propped open to air out the smell of small semi-feral boy and to be able to hear if Octavia -- or anyone else -- came around. And, well, if he ended up humming some Violent Femmes under his breath while he did, well. Not everything he remembered from being a kid was a bad memory.
[expecting one, but also open]
And, as predicted, there were five pizzas, two giant cookies, and a rather unholy amount of Pepsi leftover in his fridge. Also, most of a frittata, at least half a serving of beef stew, and several stale and/or smashed cookies. He fed those last items to the porgs, who were all terribly pleased to see him, and set about making the Rouge a proper home again.
He had the door to the deck propped open to air out the smell of small semi-feral boy and to be able to hear if Octavia -- or anyone else -- came around. And, well, if he ended up humming some Violent Femmes under his breath while he did, well. Not everything he remembered from being a kid was a bad memory.
[expecting one, but also open]
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Date: 2019-11-21 12:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-21 12:11 am (UTC)Hear that, tiny Duke? It could be a positive sound, too!
"I think I'd like that."
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Date: 2019-11-21 12:14 am (UTC)"I'll make some calls then. In the meantime . . . you have a preferred day for hiking and target practice?"
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Date: 2019-11-21 12:23 am (UTC)(This right here was a part of her recalibrating, too. But this was different.)
"Everything past my shift on Thursday is free, though."
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Date: 2019-11-21 12:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-21 12:58 am (UTC)Her head tilted a bit, as she watched him for a second - and then, seeming to come to some kind of a decision, moved to take the hand he'd had rubbing her arm.
And to lace her fingers with his.
Maybe she owed that to her kid self, too.
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Date: 2019-11-21 01:30 am (UTC)"Friday. Should I bring a sword?"
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Date: 2019-11-21 01:37 am (UTC)The weight was going to explain some of the muscle in her arms.
"Much less throwing it."
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Date: 2019-11-21 03:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-21 12:11 pm (UTC)After the last couple of years, her sword was an extension of her. A part of her.
"But, you might be a jaka, but not one dumb enough to take weapons from yu bezer gona. You're fine to try it out."
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Date: 2019-11-21 03:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-21 03:55 pm (UTC)That was more teasing than anything else.
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Date: 2019-11-21 03:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-21 04:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-21 05:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-21 06:34 pm (UTC)The little squeeze she gave his fingers said otherwise.
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Date: 2019-11-21 06:40 pm (UTC)It'd mostly been cults and kidnappers.
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Date: 2019-11-21 07:00 pm (UTC)It was just something that had stuck with her.
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Date: 2019-11-21 07:03 pm (UTC)It was a hell of a stash of cookies for someone he presumed was a runaway!
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Date: 2019-11-21 07:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-21 08:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-21 08:19 pm (UTC)... What a bleak feeling that was, wow.
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Date: 2019-11-21 08:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-21 08:37 pm (UTC)Half-hearted attempt at a joke, but it was good enough.
"Anyway." Enough about her. "You were a cute kid, too."
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Date: 2019-11-21 09:26 pm (UTC)He was thinking that she could be quite snuggly when she was in the mood for it, though.
"I was a terror," he said easily. "I think I called at least four people 'dummy'."
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