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 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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Date: 2019-11-21 09:48 pm (UTC)That was like the textbook opposite of a terror.
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Date: 2019-11-21 09:55 pm (UTC)Over whether or not Duke was a real name, of all things.
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Date: 2019-11-21 10:01 pm (UTC)If anything, it was consistency.
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Date: 2019-11-21 10:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-21 10:15 pm (UTC)It was a word she generally reserved for porgs and kittens, if she said it out loud at all, but she'd make an exception for little kids calling other little kids 'Grandpa'.
"Also no, doesn't count."
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Date: 2019-11-21 10:24 pm (UTC)Probably mostly to himself, trying to play pirate.
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Date: 2019-11-21 10:26 pm (UTC)So many, Octavia. So many.
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Date: 2019-11-21 10:37 pm (UTC)Either way, the answer was a lot.
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Date: 2019-11-21 10:40 pm (UTC)"I think that's an answer in itself," she drawled. "Is it all guns?"
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Date: 2019-11-21 11:17 pm (UTC)And that was even leaving out his father's weapons, hidden in an antique silver box below decks. Mostly because Duke didn't know they existed yet.
"Most of them serve some other purpose, you know? Tools that can be weaponized instead of just flat out weapons. Makes them easier for people to overlook."
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Date: 2019-11-21 11:29 pm (UTC)It just made Octavia feel more at home, somehow. For better or for worse.
She nodded approvingly. "I think I'd like a closer look at some of those, sometime." But not right now. He felt warm against her, and she knew that if she got up or let him go right now, she probably wouldn't be able to talk herself into returning to as cuddly a state. "You're better stocked than I am."
Still, there was a knife in her boot even now.
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Date: 2019-11-21 11:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-21 11:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-21 11:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-21 11:50 pm (UTC)She'd genuinely been better at it than the adult version was.
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Date: 2019-11-22 12:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-11-22 12:23 am (UTC)It was a good sigh, anyway.
"I think they did," she rasped quietly. "Eventually."