AlteredTundra

𝘼 𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙄𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙚 — A Pokemon Story

Somewhere near Mount Silver

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“Captain! Captain! It’s not here, either!”

A group of silver and gray-clad men and women who couldn’t be older than twenty, all with a pair of geodude and magninite all at their sides, hovering as the somewhat straight line of Team Core grunts made their way to a figure standing at the front entrance at the base of the mountain. Around them was chaos and anarchy, yet around this figure, who stood with their hands behind them, staring that majestic mountain. The greenery at the base and the further up you went, it was pure snow.

“Hence the name.” The figure said, a female voice with a rich, royalty-esque tone. She talked with an accent and was admiring the beauty.

Well, maybe a better way to describe it was admiring the former beauty.

Through her now opened eyes, all the greenery that one might remember from Mount Silver was now on fire. The pokemon center that once stood at the base of the mountain, often serving as a rest point for trainers seeking the final ascension to the highest point the Johto region had to offer, was in ruins. The attending Nurse Joy and her chansy dead, crushed to blood and guts by the whipping tail of a Mega Steelix.

“Captain! Can you hear us captain?” A grunt cried as the line of twenty-something Team Core Grunts stood exactly five feet behind the captain. Their arms were at their side, backs straight, and their full attention on the woman who turned around.

“Yes, yes I heard you.” Annoyed, she held out a pokeball. “Wrecker, return at once!”

The Mega Steelix, which had now used up the temporary effects of the Steelixite, had roared as it was reduced to red light and it disappeared into the Ultra Ball that the Captain held in her hand.

“Amazing! The Captain’s Steelix is the strongest!--”

“Not quite, but very close.” She curled her black lipstick-colored lips into a smirk. “So the statue?”

“Not here, captain! We looked and looked, but it doesn’t seem to be at this mountain.”

“Such a shame.” She sighed, almost like she was expecting disappointment. “The General will be so disappointed. And you know what they’ll do to you when they hear you failed?”

“Revoke my membership?”

She laughed haughtily, turning her elegant gaze onto Grunt #5. “You wish that’s all they’d do. But c’est la vie~” She swooned down the line that created an opening for her to walk down. “We press on! Mount Coronet in Sinnoh is our next stop. Let us pray that, for your sake, we find what we are looking for, lest you pay the consequences with General Ore taking their anger towards me out on you.”

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Somewhere on the Sinnoh Seas

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Miki sat in her cabin on the private ferry she and a few others (allegedly) were given special passes to board. The only requirement was that they said to remain in the cabin until the ferry arrived at whatever destination she was heading towards.

To be honest, Miki knew very little about who she was going to meet. The letter she received a week ago was, if she was being honest, cryptic as hell. It didn’t state who it was from, only that they’ve been watching her growth as a trainer since she started her journey nine years ago. Saying how impressed they were with her work and how proud they were to hear she had become a member of the Elite Four, but said that they needed her help.

“My help? Right…” She laughed as she recalled reading that letter for the first time.

The sign off was G. O. She didn’t know who that was or what kind of name they might have. The Lava Queen didn’t even know what kind of person they were. She told her brother about this letter and he said she was crazy to take this letter’s offer of “adventure and fulfillment beyond your wildest dream” at its word. It’s true, Miki has never been one to think with the right side of her head. She always went with what she felt in her gut.

And you know what? As she contemplated it even now, as she was probably halfway there or somewhere close to that placement on the journey, she still wondered what this adventure could be. Miki Park has seen almost everything this world has had to offer. She’s placed top five in at least four official leagues, conquered Mount Silver and even beat the famed Red, she’s challenged Ash Ketchum in Pallet Town, though winning was another story. She’s even indulged in Trainer illustrated where she embraced her figure and took part in risque photoshoots that were very hot.

Miki has done it all. Shameless or not, she has reached the peak of her career as a Pokemon Trainer. So she wondered exactly who this person was to claim that they could outmatch being semi-nude in an adult magazine.

“Attention VIP Passengers,” A man’s voice said over the intercom system. “We will dock in exactly five minutes. Please gather your belongings and make your way to the bow of the boat.”

“I guess I’ll find out soon enough.” She was feeling a bit annoyed, but had no time to fret on that.

As Miki made her way out of her room, her backpack and small duffle bag in hand, she walked along the side, seeing the sight of a ginormous island and a small port at the front center get closer and closer. She saw a massive mansion in the background, which seemed fitting to the tone of the letter. Her mind was racing with all sorts of questions, but they would be paused almost immediately.

As Miki came to the bow, standing on the opposite end of it from the other side was someone she didn’t think she would ever see, especially here of all places. “Okay, but what the actual hell!” Miki shouted from where she stood, making sure the ice queen heard her. “I thought this was supposed to be for VIPs only. You’re barely a P!” She declared, approaching Missy Elliot with a nasty expression on her face that was also represented in the way she fast walked.

Suffice to say, things just got a hell of a lot more interesting, but not in a good way.

Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion (Shelved)

_{A @LovelyComplex & @metanoia collaboration || featuring Nate the Great & Spike-Meister}
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Of course Spike would get distracted. One fan turned into two which turned into three and four. He had to apologize to the growing group, surprisingly more geeks than he expected to be at the airport this evening. He blamed the movie that now made his comic series mainstream and there were more to come! It was cool and all that his series was going to be the next X-Men or something but it didn’t change that this was not the type to get stuck.

Once he was in his Uber, luggage just tossed in, Spike pleaded for the driver to go as fast as he can, obviously within the law, because he was going to be late. As the driver stepped on it, Spike started texting all his friends one by one, not thinking it probably would’ve been easier to send a group chat.

He ‘omw’ texted on my way again, again, and again. Was he frazzled? A little bit. He was on an adrenaline high not only because he was praised at the airport but because he felt the nerves rush through his veins. He was really doing this. He was going to see his class and hear how much they’ve achieved, how much they’ve grown, how much life they still had to look forward to.

The butterflies weren't anything bad. It felt like at least for one weekend he could pretend that he didn’t grow up, that no time had passed, and that he could relive the best years of his life. Sure, he was in a much better place mentally, emotionally, and hell, even physically, but there was less on his mind. High School was simpler. He lived in the moment and every little incident that transpired became part of their small world. Such trivial things, now that he looked back, but weighed so heavily on them.

The real world was a larger stage and life was unpredictable. High school, though? It was just about him, her, and us. They were young and they had fun. If only he could tell his younger self to just enjoy it, that it was happening. Life was happening and it was so easy because none of them knew as much as they know now.

He was excited. Giddy even to say hello again.

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Speed walking down the hallway of the hotel, with his card key in hand, Spike hurriedly searched for his room. The time was 8:05 PM. He was five minutes late. Not too bad for how close he was cutting it. His suitcase rolled behind him, with a duffel on top of it, as he scanned the doors. Glancing at his watch, Spike could feel his anxiety reach his throat. This weekend was going to be great. A good getaway from the everyday hustle.

Coming from the opposite direction of him was, if he did admit it to himself, one fly, not-so-scrawny-anymore, smooth-talking (when he wasn’t in his head), photo-taking (but not on this night), son of a gun named Nathan Blake. In the hour he had to spare, the photographer didn’t bother with organizing his luggage. He could always try and do that tonight if he got back to his room early enough. If not, then it didn’t matter since he was only going to be here for a few days, anyway.

After Nate had showered as quickly as he could so he could pick out an outfit that both showed that he hasn’t changed, but also might speak to his growth, he went with a bit of a middleground. He had a refined fashion sense nowadays, but the goofy sensibility he was known for ten years ago remained. With a white, long-sleeve shirt and black suspenders, Nate came out rushing out of his room with a dark blue blazer thrown over it and, of course, he had jeans and some black dress shoes. All in all, he was looking pretty good. And he made sure to be conservative with his Armani cologne (he used to be very generous with it).

He walked in a groove that was unique to him. His arms moved along to a rhythm inside Nate’s head, which if he was being honest, was that song from Tik Tok called Astronaut in the Ocean. He couldn’t get it out of his head and he was muttering the lyrics and just rocking to the beat he memorized. In the middle of it all, he wasn’t paying attention and almost bumped into someone who was walking opposite of him. His reflexes allowed him to stop the collision, but it couldn’t stop what happened next.

“SPIIIIKEEEE!” Nate abandoned all hope and entered a tight embrace with his brother from anotha mother! Heat of the moment was to blame for Nate not clearly realizing the obvious and he blinked a few times after releasing his artistically-talented brother from the impromptu hug. When he realized, he blinked a few more times. “Wait wait wait!” Nate’s arms embodied Peter Griffin as his blue eyes glanced at the suitcase and duffle bag. “Are you just now getting here, bro?!” Nate asked, looking to Spike, then to his luggage, then back to Spike, and, unlike the old Old Spice commercial, Nate wasn’t sure what he saw.

“Shit yeah, dude. Is it me or is it fucking hot?” Acknowledging his best friend but still speed walking to his room, Spike passed his next door neighbor’s door, smelling an oh-so-familiar scent. That floral, woody musk. Top notes of raspberry, mandarin orange, and bergamot; middle notes of rose de mai, jasmine, and lily-of-the-valley; base notes, vanilla, cashmeran, and white musk. Shit. Did he actually remember what was on the bottle verbatim? Briefly, he stopped in his tracks and glanced at the door.

What were the chances, like really?

Only to confirm his thoughts, he could hear his first love screaming her heart out. The song she was singing was Floorfiller by A*Teens. For a moment, he stood there in complete shock.

Wait, wait, wait.

He should’ve been prepared for this. He knew she was going to be there. He knew they’d see each other. Did he expect her to be right next to him? No, absolutely not. Still! He could handle this. He got this. He was the Spike-meister! Shaking his head, he went back on his mission.

After unlocking his door, he threw his bags in with reckless abandon. Once his luggage was in, he threw his coat off and tossed it in too. Pocketing his key card, Spike turned on his heel to look at Nate, who was still dumbfoundedly staring at him. Loosening his cuffs and unbuttoning some of his shirt, for a more summer, casual look, Spike grinned at his partner-in-crime, “Hey, I must not be THAT late if you’re still fucking around, ey?”

For a brief moment that didn’t feel that brief, Nate watched Spike operate only in a way that he knew his best bro knew how to. Without any wasted motions, he went to his room, threw his luggage and coat into the room, seemingly not caring where it landed. And as he did watch him, Nate couldn’t help but think to himself how much…he really hasn’t changed in that aspect. Always one to make the most out of any situation, especially when he was in a pinch and doing it with a certain style that made him the perfect partner-in-crime for Nate when Mandy was otherwise preoccupied (or in this case in a whole different part of the country).

“And what? You expected me to miss the Spike-meister in his luggage-tossing prime?” Nate the Great Blake made a ‘pfft’ kind of noise as the grin that Spike flashed at him was a two-way street. “But let’s jet, my man! Babes and booze await our fashionably late arrival. Not to mention, I’m dying to see Maxx. Feels like forever since the last time I’ve seen him!” Nate absentmindedly commented, walking down the hall with Spike towards the elevator, almost tugging him along by the arm (but in a gentle, non-rushing way), not at all factoring in that it really wasn’t that long ago since he’s seen one of the most fashionable people he knew (present company excluded).

“Yeah let’s do this. I might be a bit sober for this but we totally got this. Exes and all.” Following Nate’s lead, Spike found himself going with the motions hoping for the best. When they entered the elevator, he asked, “So, uh, is there anyone you want to see? Besides me. I know you can’t take your eyes off me.”

“Uh..sure..” As the doors closed, Nate purposely delayed answering Spike’s question as he hit the top floor button. A few moments later and another to sit on it (so to speak), Nate met his best male friend in the eyes. “Yeah, I mean it’ll be dope to see everyone again and see where most of them are at in life.” Part of him didn’t want to say it because he promised Mandy he wouldn’t let the thought of Jasper get him down. “You know, just see some of the peeps we haven’t seen in a long ass time. That’d be great!”

“Hey, and maybe we’ll get laid like good ol’ times. Let’s forget the past, Nate. Right here, right now, let’s make an oath. This weekend we’ll be young again. Whaddya say?!” Spike offered his hand for Nate to grab, and spoke in a manner that was more like his high school self. If there was one thing Nate saw over the years it was how much Spike matured. How grounded he became. Less hyperactive and excitable. Still an upbeat guy, but Spike certainly chilled out a bit. “I say the moment we hit the roof, we take some shots.”

That same grin from before found its way back onto Nate’s face as Spike both tried and succeeded to lift his momentary sadness up, and throw it out the nearest window. Nate’s sadness wasn’t as obvious, but it did sap away his ability to form smiles, but no matter how much was taken away, Spike always knew when was the time to dig and help to get to the root of the problem and when to build him up. Nate always returned the favor. It was the great balance their friendship has always had and why it remained to be one of Nate’s most cherished bonds, familial or not.

As he took the blond’s hand, he squeezed it and laughed with a cheery disposition that meant he agreed about everything he said. “Hell yeah man!” He delightfully exclaimed. He no longer was thinking about his ex or any bad thing that might rob him of enjoying this night with the boys. “And one thing I will say is I have missed the top shelf and I can’t wait to drink a thousand dollar’s worth of whatever top shelf booze they have at the bar and not have to pay a single thing.” They can thank their class of 2012 president for that one.

“I don’t get that craving since I’ll always be partial to screwdrivers. Reminds me of my Paw-Paw. Man, miss that fucker.” After cracking his knuckles and his neck, Spike started hopping on the elevator, causing it to bounce. Loosening himself up, doing a little shimmy, trying to be the best version of his old self, he gave himself an internal pep talk. Fuck drama. Fuck the past. Live in the moment. Get lost in the tunes. And the vibes. Yeah, it’s all about the vibes. When he was done, he looked at his best friend, throwing his arm around him, “It’s go time!” On that note, the elevator door opened.

As the party duo exited the elevator, the music was so loud, the cheers of their classmates so loud, even before they walked out to the rooftop, Nate heard them. “Damn the party is really banging.” Nate’s comment was followed by chuckle as they left the bleak feelings, the regrets of a time’s past, and embraced one of many moments that was sure to be made better by the totally awesome, cooler Bill and Ted duo of Nate the Great and the Spike-meister.

Their first stop, of course, as Spike stated it himself, was the bar. “A line of shots, if you will!” Nate tapped the countertop to whatever beat he heard. He didn’t recognize the song, but it had him feeling almost as good as Spike looked.

“Of course sir. And what would you like?

“Screwdrivers! But in shots form!!” He gave the attractive bartender a wide smile. Moments later, there were two shots for each of them lined up in a straight row. He didn’t know if Spike was going to reach for them, but before he did, Nate intervened. “Wait, wait, wait! Before we do, since this was your idea, it’s only fair that I get to decide what we drink to. Aside from being the best looking mofos here _{our female classmates excluded}, we should toast to us and this being a good night with laughs and, like you said, potential one-way tickets to Pound Town!” Yup, even after ten years, Nate still had his colorful wit.

“Damn straight. Straight to pound town!” Spike reached for his shot. Before saying cheers and shooting it in his throat, he responded, “Wait, wait, wait! If you get to do the toast, I get to do the bet. It ain’t a Spike & Nate night without a bet. Or dare. Or whatever. But I want there to be stakes so make it a bet. We have to get laid tonight. If one of us doesn’t… we have to streak around the whole resort, first thing in the morning. If we both get laid, fuck yeah, then we treat the other to a date. That’s only fair. And if we both lose, well, we both gonna’ be naked up in this piece.” Accomplished at his words, Spike started bringing his shot glass to his lips--

“Wait, wait, wait!” Nate exclaimed, putting his hand up, stopping Spike from taking a sip. “I mean, yeah, I obviously love that bet. All of your bets are classic, bro! But why not do a dare tonight? The night’s young totally like us and people here need to know the boys are back in town--” Nate realized, technically they aren’t since they were so far removed from Palm Beach, “--well, so to speak.” He laughed and enjoyed it for a few seconds and went back to it. “So whatadda say, man? A classic Darepolooza like old times! You in?” He picked up one of his shot glasses, raising it near Spikes, giving him almost pleading emoji eyes.

Chuckling, Spike smirked at the endless possibilities of how the night would turn out. “You know it.” And with that, the bold, audacious, kind of crazy duo whipped their heads and drank their shots. Slamming his glass on the bar, Spike roared, “ANOTHER!” and as if the bartender read the two idiots, there were two new shot glasses in front of them. “Rock, paper, scissors to see who dares who first.”

“That makes sense. Vintage for vintage game.” Nate chuckled and grinned. As he balled his fist and held it in front of him, there was a shift in his demeanor. Casual, party Nate was replaced with the same exact Nate, but he had his game face on. “You are so on! And when I win, you are soooooooo going to hate meeee!”

Rolling his eyes, Spike had been in game mode the moment he challenged his friend. Without saying a word, he began to motion his own fists.

Rock...

Spike narrowed his eyes, mentally telling Nate it was on like Donkey Kong. Preparing to pick his option, while starting the count - his fist hit his palm.

Paper.

Nate jerked his fist down into his hand, keeping a stern, focused gaze on his best friend. “You’re going down, Langley.”

Scissors.

Sparks and electricity could be seen metaphorically between the two best friends… if this were an anime. There was no way Spike would lose. He was the Spike Meister! The only one who could face Nate the Great in a chaotic, dubstep atmosphere. “I’ll spank you like I spanked your mother.”

SHOE!

Using shock to his advantage, Spike threw down the opposite of Nate’s ‘go-to’ starter. Breaking his concentration was key in games like these. “Scissors, muthafucker!”

“You sneaky sonofa--” Nate cursed and cursed, then laughed until his sides hurt. “You know me all too well.” He couldn’t be mad that he lost to such a worthy adversary. He was only disappointed in himself for sticking too close to his guns. Somewhere in him he should have figured Spike would go for the opposite way. Maybe he was blinded by a hype and familiar overconfidence whenever he got into Nate the Great mode.

But a deal was a deal. “Alright, champion of RPS. Lay it on me! What’s your dare for yours truly?”

“Solo boy band style. By the pool. Have the DJ play some Backstreet boys or some shit. Do a little dance, make a little love, get down tonight! Let's see if you can reenact your prom-posal.” After the dare was laid out on the table, Spike lifted his shot glass, “You in or are you chicken-shit?”

Ah yes, the promposal that was easily the single greatest thing that Nate ever done and it was followed up by the single worst moment in his life. He literally sat on it, thinking about what this might do to him and what it might do for him. He hasn’t done a dance routine or anything like that (at least not at that level) since that night at prom, but theoretically, he still had it in him.

With a sigh (a deep one, at that), Nate took his shot glass in hand, clinked it with Spikes, and down that sucker in all of its sweet, tangy glory. “You son of a bitch, I’m in!” He snapped his right index finger and thumb and got off his seat. He bumped fists with Spike, internally questioning whether he still had the moves. Or maybe it was who might be out there watching that was getting his heart pumping. Whatever it was, showtime waited for no person!

Edenridge

_{A flashback collaboration between @Aces Away and @metanoia | Ft. Mordechai Boaz, Allegra Cardenas, and Mikhail Zima}

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"Y've gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me," Mordechai blurted out, eyes wide as he set down the tinfoil Menorah he had been showing Viva how to make after realizing they didn't have one. The one year old couldn't really make one herself, but the light shining off the aluminum sheets as he moved and molded them seemed to keep her attention well enough. The girl went to grab for it and Mordechai quickly intercepted, grabbing her from under her outstretched arms and swinging her onto his hip as she squealed. "Legs, please tell me you're jokin'."

"I took the test like five times," she answered instead, tossing the stick in her hand over to him so he could see the results himself. Two pink lines stared up at him mockingly, blowing away any protest. "We knew the bareback routine was a risk, we were just more worried about makin' sure neither of us had STDs. Shoulda been thinkin’ ‘bout how the pill is only ninety percent effective." She crossed her arms and grinned at the pale faced boy in front of her. "Besides, why are you so freaked out? At least you're having a kid after you came of age."

Mordechai shared a one-sided look of confusion and dread with Viva in his arms before asking in a strained tone. "How old... are you?" He asked before wincing, realizing this should have been a question long ago.

"Oh don't worry!" She laughed, taking Viva into her own arms and squishing their cheeks together to make the girl laugh. "I'm gonna be eighteen in like a month and I've been working since I was fourteen, so you by no means have done anything that hasn't been done before-"

Oh thank god," Mordechai cut her off, taking in a breath of relief. "I thought you were gonna say fuckin fourteen or somethin', you almost sent me into a fuckin' crisis. Our night jobs may be illegal but at least the actual sex isn't."

Allegra rolled her eyes and grinned, glad that Mordechai made no deal at all about her time in the job. Then again, from what little she knows of him, he didn't exactly play on the right side of the law from a young age as well, so it might not have even registered to him. "Now that we're gonna have a kid though, we gotta actually learn things about each other."

"...Like?" Came the wary response as they both sat on the threadbare carpet, Allegra setting Viva down to play between them.

"Nothing so grand as 'what are you running from'," she dismissed with a wave of her hand as he flinched, continuing as if she hadn’t seen it. "But how about what you did before comin' to the corners? That wasn't your first time on one, that's for sure."

"Nah," he answered quietly, picking at what little thread held the carpet together. "I was part of a gang back home, and every now and then I'd spend some time with the corner girls and pick up some johns myself if I needed the extra cash for my brother. But I usually ran a drug corner, Captain and everything."

"Wow wow," Allegra replied, looking Viva in the eyes as she had the girl slowly clap her hands together in mock applause. "I'm havin' a baby with some big time, huh?"

Mordechai laughed at both her words and Viva's wide eyed confusion.

"Hardly, I left completely some time in my Junior year. I certainly wasn't part’a the Royalty."

"Awe don't worry, you're a king to us." Allegra assured with great dramatic flair, Viva giggling and toppling into her mother's lap excitedly.

*Knock knock knock*

"Kings don't get their own door." Mordechai grumbled jokingly as he got up, helping Allegra up as well before heading to the door while she went to the kitchen with Viva. Mordechai slipped up to the door carefully, palming the gun in his waistband before glancing through the peephole to see who it was. The only people that really knew either of them out here were the other hookers and the ladies that worked at the diner with Allegra in the afternoon, and none of them had as solid knocks as the blow that had landed on their door.

"Shit, speak'a the devil an' all that, huh?" He murmured to himself. On the other side of his door was one Mikhail Zima, face screwed up in what Mordechai was sure was irritation. He quickly weighed his options: if he opened the door now, Mika would probably deck him on principal for leaving without so much as a goodbye. But if he pretended he wasn't home…

Mordechai blanched. If he pretended he wasn't home then Mika would just find him when he was working and kick his ass then, and then he'd be even more pissed. And Mordechai had no doubt Mika knew everywhere he was during the day, if the other man had been able to find him in some illegal slum house in New York just three months after he left Edenridge.

Mordechai let go of the gun, leaving it in his waistband as he unlocked the door with the air of a man signing his own death warrant. It creaked and groaned noisily as he pulled it open, the whole thing sticking halfway through the process until he put a bit of shoulder into it. He kept his eyes on the door for one more blissful second before allowing them to meet Mika's own.

"...Hey, HB... how'd ya find me?"

A few moments of silence passed after the door was opened and the two boys stared each other down. Mika showed no sign of what he was thinking other than his fist tightening, drawing the other’s eye. It was a tense situation because between the uncertainty in Mika’s head and the uncertainty that was clear across Boa’s face, neither knew what the Russian boy was going to do.

Until a right arm came hooking around the corner and connected on that square jaw. The force behind it was at least half of Mika’s full output, so he didn’t punch his friend with the intent to kill - only prove a point. As he watched Boa stagger back, the dark-haired boy stepped into the crummy apartment. “Nice to see you too, Decks.” Looking at the girl and child in the room, he offered them his sincerest expression. “My bad. Just that this fucker didn’t bother to tell me he was leaving.”

Allegra’s cool gaze stayed level on the intruder, her 9mm trained on him and just as steady. Her body was angled to shield the child in her arm and her hoop earrings swayed as she tilted her head, narrowing her eyes. “Hmm,” She hummed noncommittally. “Sometimes a person don’t tell another ‘bout where they’re goin’ for a reason.” the reply was calm, but there was a dangerous undercurrent of warning there.

Mordechai, hand rubbing his sore jaw, stepped between the two, raising his other hand to calm her from across the room. “It’s fine, Legs, he’s a brother.” He spoke up, not moving until she had lowered the gun and flicked on the safety. He gave her an earnest look when she met his eyes, trying to convey how warm her protection made him feel. “Thanks.” Allegra held his gaze for a long moment before huffing and rolling her eyes.

“Sort your shit out Mordechai, no one’s allowed ta kill ya until you’ve at least seen your baby.” She shot a glare at HB. “No fatal bullshit for the next nine months, ya hear? I’m not goin' through this shit alone again.” with that, she turned around and plopped Viva into her high chair before grabbing the yogurt from the minifridge that had replaced the full sized one when it blew just after they’d moved in. Sitting in front of her daughter, she began to speak quietly to her as she led the spoon into her mouth.

Mordechai turned back to HB with a guarded look on his face. “...You gonna punch me again? What level was that? ‘I’m fuckin' pissed and you’re the reason’ or ‘ya fucked up and haven’t even realized it yet’?”

Turning his neutral expression into a thoughtful one, HB looked at Boa. It was a solid question, but neither option seemed to fit what he was feeling, yet it was equal to what he had up in his head. Damn right he was pissed. Shit got bad -- really bad -- and instead of leaning on his brothers, this mother fucker in front of him just went up and left. But it wasn’t just that. As HB looked at Boa and glanced at the chick with the piece that was pointed at him just a few moments ago, Boa hit it on the nail too that he was fucked and just didn’t know it yet.

“Fuck…” Mika tried to dial back the splitting anger dividing up in his head. He wanted to punch this motherfucker again. God, how he just wanted to deck him (no pun intended). He had thought about doing a lot of things when he drove up, but seeing him in the flesh, nothing came more prevalent in his mind than HB pulling Boa in for a dap man hug that was extended for a few seconds. “Fucking missed you, asshole.”

"Ah, it was 'I wasn't informed and the abandonment is now your problem'."

Mordechai reciprocated easily, having watched Mika's emotions flit across his face as he sorted himself out. "I missed you too, ya walkin' rage machine." He replied, keeping the hug for an extra second to blink the tears out of his eyes without Mika seeing. They've always had an odd relationship, starting with their very first ever, very angry and awkward conversation. It seemed to set the scene for the rest of their interactions, pulled somewhere between intrigue, respect, and bickering.

And later on, trust. He'd let Mika into his, Sonny and Danny's room at the Edge so the older boy could read to him. He'd believed the boy had his back when things got rough, and the other ensured that belief. They'd fucked around, fought, fought together and, overall, the fact that hanging with HB had been at ReyRey's command had been practically shoved into a box in his mind. The relationship they'd built wasn't because of that command, it was because the two boys had jagged edges that seemed to slot into each other nicely, only an occasional stick in the gears.

Mordechai led Mika to the futon, dropping down onto the thin cushion and turning towards him once he sat, his face serious.

"Seriously Mika, how'd ya find me? My actions are as undocumented as I can get 'em. Couldn't have been easy."

“Oh man, busting out the Mika, huh?” There was a short moment where the Russian-American teen laughed (to dead silence, of course). He wondered just how bad it was and judging by Decky’s expression, he was one or two moments of fucking around away from Decky returning the favor that was going to give him a nice shiner in the morning. “You’re forgetting that I used to live around here.” Mika made a grand gesture as his arms circled and expanded, emphasizing that New York was his home. ”New York City, my home. And despite everything, my old crew still knows who the boss is, ergo I’m here!”

"... You've had your people on me." Mordechai states calmly, face shuttered off from his emotions as he stared at the other man. All he'd wanted was to disappear, to be the nothing that he felt like. He'd wanted to drop off the grid and li- no, not live- survive as well as he could until something eventually picked him off. Allegra and Viva, and now his unborn child, had thrown a wrench in those plans, but he still never planned on re-approaching his old life. Here Mika was, using part of that old life to find him and. What? What did he want? It couldn't just be because the other man missed him, that was a ridiculous reason to put so much effort into finding someone. Especially some loser that left the Serpents and couldn't even protect his own blood brother from his brother in all but blood.

All that blood…

Mordechai ran a hand over his face as his breath hitched, hand stalling to cover his mouth. Hatchet's words about him being a trained bitch for the Gonzales family suddenly entered his head. "So you've been trackin' me like a dog. Hmm." His heavy silence immediately after the comment was the only indicator that he was about to take action.

The strike that came towards Mika was as fast as the strike of Mordechai's namesake, and Boa showed his face for the first time in several months, maybe even longer considering when he'd left the Serpents. Decky made sure to keep the momentum going, shoving Mika off the couch and getting on top of him, knees on either side of his waist and hands going up to restrain the others'.

"I'm not some fuckin' mutt that'll come back at any call," he growled at Mika, a fire long since burned out suddenly springing to life behind his eyes. He leaned down so their faces were inches apart. "I'm not goin' back there and I don't need any damn babysitters. You gotta let go'a your toys sometime, little prince." It was all said with a sneer, all the rage in his eyes almost successfully covering the pure fear and guilt practically radiating off him. Had Mika and him not had the relationship they did, the latter would have likely gone unnoticed.

The fuck is he on about? That thought persisted as Mika--no, it was HB who was looking at Boa now. A shift in demeanors as the animals were let out of the cages. Memories of their first encounter (plus or minus a few changes) came flooding to the front and that familiar sense of confusion mixed in with anger became prevalent again. Was this really why he thought HB came all this way? Just to use his old contacts to find him? And what was that about being a dog? And what the fuck in what he said gave Boa the idea that he was a damn babysitter?

All of those questions were laced into a series of moments that followed a singular act of HB using his hard head. Literally. The force that he put into it made his head ring like the train horn that rang every morning at 5am. But it allowed HB to get up as his brother had loosed his grip on him. “Fuck me, Boa. And no, that’s not a fucking invitation--” He shook his head as if trying to shake off the pain. “--nobody said you were a fucking dog. And jesus fucking christ, I’m not here to babysit you, though given how you just reacted, maybe I should. It’s clear with the lil’ girl here, you could use one to handle your oversensitive bitch ass.” HB was pissed and he didn’t have time to coddle Boa’s sensitivities. Apparently Allegra agreed, because her laugh at that comment filtered over from the kitchen. “But because you seem so hell-bent on thinking that I’m here to stalk you, let me just tell you that, no! I didn’t come all this way just to make sure you were staying in your lane. Like fuck, do you really think I’d drive all this way just for that?”

HB took in a breath as he stood up. His frustration, in addition to the building migraine he was starting to get because of the dumbass on the floor, was almost making him regret even coming here.

Mordechai was clutching at his forehead, the abrupt pain clearing some of his unfound rage. He'd just been scared that Mika would try and drag him back. And he couldn't. He couldn't go. He fought first and made apologies later when he was scared. The other man's words reverberated through his skull along with the headache he'd just inflicted. He grumbled at Allegra's laughter and clenched his eyes, hunching over until his arms had loosely circled his legs. The silence stretched between them once more. At this point it had been more silence and violence than conversation.

A classic interaction between the two, all things considered.

"...When I got stabbed, a few weeks before we met?" He began quietly, glaring at the ground between their feet. "Hatchet said everyone just saw me as ReyRey's prized bitch. A willin' dog ta the Gonzales family. Guess the worry stuck more than I wanted it to," He glanced away and towards the kitchen. Allegra was cleaning up a giggling Viva's face, but he could tell she was listening by how her head was tilted. Well, she wanted to know more about him. "Then ya show up basically sayin' you've had your people watchin' me like you were...trackin' down a lost pet," He bit his lip, a phantom throb in his side as he still refused to look at the other boy. "I thought ya might try ta take me back.” He sucked in a deep breath, letting it go in an explosive exhale a moment later.

“I can't go back there, Badger, I can't."

It took HB a few moments to not only process what Boa said, but to realize how his coming all this way without a solid explanation right off the bat seemed like from the other side. Context was everything and HB should’ve realized this. He came all this way, tracked down his brother and greeted him with a punch. Fuck, no wonder he got so defensive. Cursing himself, HB looked at Boa finally. “I’m sorry man. I did that thing I always do: act before thinking. Using my fists instead of my brain. Poppa G is always telling me to do more of that and I guess I still have a lot to learn. But listen…” He placed a hand on Boa’s shoulder, making sure he looked at him before he spoke. “You aren’t a dog. And you’re nobody’s bitch. I needed to find you for myself and nobody else. Understand? I needed to know you were doing alright. After...what happened, I needed that for me.”

Mordechai sniffed and nodded, wiping the tears from his eyes with the ratty sleeve of his green sweater. He'd managed to restrain a flinch when the hand landed on his shoulder, and now it was a warm, grounding weight as he gathered his bearings and tried to commit what Mika had said to memory.

"Jesus, you two are definitely brothers. Dumbass ones at that." Allegra had reappeared in the living/bedroom, standing above them with Viva on her hip. She looked at the new bruises on the two with a sort of patient annoyance. She glared at Mordechai for a moment before dropping Viva into his lap. "Go finish the Menorah, keep her entertained while I make dinner." He folded easily, scooting back towards the tinfoil craft area with the little girl giggling excitedly in his lap. She then turned the glare to Mika, hands on her hips. "You're stayin'."

It wasn't a question.

“Sure…” Mika didn’t have it in him to go against her wishes. Something about the way she took charge made him freeze. Mika hadn’t registered anything else she did until he heard the excited chirps from the little one in Decky’s lap. Part of him laughed because Mika remembered how New York women were. He dated a few when he was still living here, though they were immature as all hell, yet still very much opinionated.

“So, what’s her name?” Mika asked, glancing down at the little princess with the smile that melts even his OG heart.

"Viva Gavriel," Allegra answered, pleased that he'd submitted to her authority so quickly. "She's one. I'm Allegra, since Mordechai was so kind as ta let me introduce myself." The sarcasm was heavy in her tone, and Mordechai could be seen suddenly becoming much more intent on that little foil Menorah, cheeks red and shoulders around his ears. Viva laughed at the funny posture, patting his cheek before turning her attention back to the craft. Allegra smiled at the sight. "And you are? I think I've heard like three different names for ya already. Whichever one ya wanna use is fine."

Mika glanced at Boa for a second. The louder Allegra’s voice became the quieter that his usually boisterous brother became. It weirdly reminded him so much of his mother. Mary-Anne O’Hara, she had the patience of a saint and tolerated most of his antics, but if there was one thing that he knew for certain that was shared with Allegra was their patience had a time limit. He smiled at this realization, finding a weird comfort in it. “Mika’s fine. Most people call me by that name, anyway.” He met Allegra’s gaze. He wasn’t intimidated by her as much as he thought he was.”Ya know, I didn’t grow up too far from here,” Mika said somewhat absentmindedly.

"Oh, that's how ya have your little connections," she mused, heading back towards the kitchen. It was still close enough that they could chat freely. "I'm actually from Longwood in the Bronx, so Brownsville ain't so bad," she grabbed the Manwich can and some spices from the doorless cabinet before setting a pan on the stove. She grabbed a few diced vegetables from the fridge and began her preparations. "Where d'ya come out of?"

“Sheepshead Bay. Just thirty minutes south,” he replied aptly. “Kinda crap, but the view is nice. Most of my crew still lives there. Pretty sure my dad is still there, too.” Mika suddenly got quiet in a reflective sort of way. Thinking about how close he was to his old man and couldn’t go anywhere near was...conflicting for him. He wondered just what Ivan was doing now or if he even cared to realize that Mika was in town. Probably not. “You ever been down that way?” He asked Allegra in an attempt to steer the focus away from him and his daddy issues.

"For jobs when things got scarce around here," she answered, then tilted her head. "It's not that bad, but I like my corner here. How'd you meet Mordechai, then? From what he said he never really left his hometown before whatever the capital 'e' Event was that happened."

"I tried ta fuck 'im 'bout two weeks after bein' stabbed, back when we were teenagers. I ended up passin' out a little bit after meetin' 'im. It was eventful." Mordechai piped up dutifully, patiently maneuvering Viva's hands around the foil so she could help build it. He and Danny had made one each every year, so this little activity was extremely bittersweet for Mordechai, but hearing the little girl's giggles and joy was worth any ache in his heart. He glanced at Mika and gave him a smile that barely reached his eyes. "Doesn't mean I didn't get ta fuck 'im eventually." He teased, playing back to Mika's earlier bout of cussing.

Mika had made it no secret that he sampled both teams, but it was still something of an embarrassing topic for him. So his immediate response was a lot of delay on his end, but he half-grinned at Boa. “Probably a good thing you waited,” Mika commented, his grin turning into a sly smirk. “I would’ve hated to rip those stitches open.” Mika allowed himself a chuckle as he lightly punched Decky’s arm.

He laughed in response, memories of their hook up- just as rough as the two themselves were- flitting through his head. "Fair 'nough."

Viva let out an excited giggle as Mordechai leaned back so they could examine their final product. The Menorah, through years of practice on his part, was perfectly level across and able to stand on its own against the drafty breeze that always made it through the apartment. He let out his own triumphant grin as he got up, bringing her and the Menorah with him. He glanced at Mika, shaking the foil in his hands lightly

"First night tonight, gonna join us in lightin' the candle, or gonna sit on the floor an' watch?" He asked, as he had any other time Mika had been around the Edge dorms near sundown during the holiday.

Cracking a smile, Mika gave a shrug, his casual way of giving Boa the green light. Truth was, he didn’t need to be back in Eden until the day after tomorrow. He had planned on seeing his old crew tomorrow, anyway, telling himself that if he was careful he wouldn’t alert his father to his presence in the city. Not that he figured the old man cared that he was in town. It’s been over four years and he hasn’t heard a single thing from the old bastard. As far as he knew, he was glad that Mika was away and out of his care. Big Rey Gonzalez handled the burden of raising Mika and did a finer job than Ivan Zima could have ever done even if he did give two shits.

“Nah, I’ll participate. My ass was starting to get numb like that face of yours might’ve had we fooled around more.” Mika couldn’t help but glance over at Allegra with a grin, “not that she would stand for it. Figure you’d put your foot down if it got too out of hand.” He assumed with a chuckle.

Mordechai didn't even bother hiding his grin at Allegra's raised eyebrow, knowing Mika had read her wrong and she would let him know asap.

"I already said no fatal bullshit, but anything else is more than on the table," a smirk and a wink followed the declaration as they all moved to the kitchen table. "This table has certainly seen its fair share of nights, I'm honestly surprised it's still standing."

"It wasn't after that one time, remember? I had to fix two'a the legs."

"Oh, but the sex was worth it, I think you broke my back that night too."

Mordechai turned a bit red at that and looked away, suddenly remembering all the times that having multiple fuck buddies in one room had managed to go south on him. But he and Allegra haven't been like that, and Mika never held jealousy over Mordechai as far as he was aware. Maybe...maybe he could be optimistic about this? Slowly meeting her gaze, he almost jumped out of his seat upon seeing how close she'd leaned into his space.

"Oh my god you're blushing! Like actually embarrassed blushing!" She cheered with a large grin on her face before leaning back to tap Mika's arm. "You have to come over more often, this is amazing."

Mordechai just groaned in dismay.

And it was a rare sight for Mika to catch Boa in such a...different state. Hardened exteriors be damned, Mika had to admit he enjoyed seeing this side of him. And he was intent on making sure Decky knew as much. “Maybe I will.” Mika intentionally gave Boa a hard pat to the back, squeezing on the back of his shoulder-blade, leaning close enough to him so he didn’t have to yell.. “If nothing else, it’ll give me more time to see your ugly mug.” He cracked a grin.

"You've been wantin' this mug since the first time we met, it was just more fun for ya ta play it straight," Mordechai bit back teasingly, face still red as he suddenly had the attention of both his strictly-platonic fuck buddies. The only ones that have ever been strictly platonic aside from Rye Shomer, which must be what makes this so much more horrifying and intriguing at the same time. Allegra's smirk practically set off his self preservation instincts, and he cleared his throat nervously. "So, the Menorah?"

If his voice was a little pitchier than usual, he practically dared one of these fuckers to say something.

Allegra started the prayer as she lit the Shamash, easily holding Viva's hands away from the flame without so much as a glance at the girl. Mordechai joined in, the Hebrew falling from his lips easily as his shoulders began to relax completely, and he heard Mika join in too. Once the first candle was lit and the Shamash placed in its own spot, there was a warm silence that settled around those at the table as they ate their dinner by candlelight.

Viva, who had quickly dozed off on her mother's lap, was tucked into her small bed in the corner of the room, curtains covered in cartoon dogs the only thing separating it from the rest of the apartment. When Allegra returned, she dropped back down into her chair and dropped her chin into her palm to look at Mika.

"Your pronunciation sucks ass, but A for effort," she joked, quirking her eyebrow before shooting Mordechai a glance, other eyebrow raising when she noticed he was red once more. "What?"

"Umm, me an' my brother taught 'im, but we went ta a non-denominational Temple an' learned most of it from YouTube…"

A short silence followed as she held his gaze, drawing out his torture.

Then she snorted, dropping her hand to the table and tilting her head back as she laughed. Mordechai turned redder before he huffed, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms as he looked away from her and towards Mika.

"She thinks she's all that 'cause she had an official Bat Mitzvah," he rolled his eyes playfully.

"I'm just fuckin' wit’ ya, it was great for self taught," she assured, not even trying to hide her giggling. "And you've obviously gotten better since ya taught Mika here."

"Allegra." Mordechai groaned in exasperation.

Mika cracked a smile. “Oh own up to it, Boa,” he nudged Boa’s shoulder with his arm. “You’re a wise soul with many things to teach me.” Now, Mika was the one who was doing the fucking and he was having a fun time doing it...just like all the other times he and Boa had fucked with each other.

"You're a traitor, Badger," he bemoaned. "You were supposed'a agree with me, now the argument's dead." He threw up his hands before giving Mika a light shove. "Seriously though, 'm happy ta have ya here. It was nice that some'a that tradition stayed true this year too." His eyes were distant as he dropped his chin to his hand, the candles low and dimming. His voice didn't even waver when he said, "Danny would'a loved that we did this."

Mika's smile remained, though there was a subtle layer of sadness in it. He missed Danny. Things really weren't the same since he passed. Thinking about the younger Boaz boy and how many times he read those stories to Mika and vice versa, it almost brought a tear to his eye. Then he thought about how right Boa was. How that little squirt would have loved to see them still be able to be happy.

"Then how about we dedicate this to Danny?” Mike faced the candle, the reflection of its dim light shining in his eyes and Mika shed a single tear as he smiled. Mordechai followed suit, Allegra there in silent support as they all watched the candles’ glow in comfortable silence, the closest thing to a candlelight vigil that Danny Boaz would get.

Palm Beach Royals: Class Reunion (Shelved)

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Oh, how good it felt for Lost Cross to be back in his element. No more stuffy planes with babies and flight attendants that didn't know how to process a simple request for peanuts. No more annoying uber drivers, but most importantly, no more having to deal with that annoying, needy, selfish, immature brat he called a side-piece. Okay, maybe Ariana wasn't that bad. Sometimes he even enjoyed her spunky nature and the way she always worshipped him, but whenever he mentioned anyone who might be from the same species as her, she always made it into a bigger deal than it was. Maybe he cheated, but it's not cheating if you're not in an official relationship with that college brat.

If only Ariana saw it his way. Instead, to buy him some peace and quiet and be able to focus on the real reason he was at the reunion, Benji had to block her out. That meant her number. She couldn't spam his inbox and voicemail if she couldn't get past the wall. It also gave Benji more time to properly get his party on.

He swung by Bruna's hotel room briefly before he came to the rooftop to grab what a certain cuban delight had asked about. There was no way he was going to start this night without his assortment of Molly and her five best friends. The ever-lasting business arrangement he had with Bruna's family was just another reason why they got along so well. It was also why Benji didn't mind certain other advantages they had to their arrangement. A tit-for-tat arrangement, so to speak.

Benji took in the sights. The lights and music and the sights of some familiar faces filled Benji up with an euphoric, almost nostalgic feeling that brought him back to the wild ragers that were often thrown at Jin and Marg's place. Sometimes it was also hosted by Maxx. Benji didn't really care who hosted parties back then. His concern was always making the most of it and also making money, but the way everything looked and the backdrop of the Atlantic had made all fo the hoops he had to jump through to get here almost worth it. He says almost because, as much as the sights and music and casual decorations were nice, what Benji really missed were a couple of his homies. Jin and Vann to be specific.

He casually walked, keeping an eye out for both of them while at the same time, he was admiring the view. He didn't know what it was about being back in the element he grew up in, but it was bringing him back to fond memories that might not be suitable for viewers under the age of eighteen. Moments that he spent with anyone who would have him. Getting into trouble, enjoying the primetime life of being a rich kid from Palm Beach, and, maybe doing some bad things with his homie, Jin. He didn't see Jin anywhere, but knowing him he was around somewhere. So he decided to shoot him a text.

To Jin
Shit man where tf you at? Parties just aren't the same without my partner in crime!
Emphasis on crime :P

As he went further and deeper around the area, Benji also kept his eyes peeled for anyone who might want party favors. His classmates knew him and knew that if they wanted anything, they came to him not the other way around. But unlike that, Benji did sometimes go to people who piqued his interest enough.

And sure enough, right by the pool, looking finer than he could have ever dreamed (well, he knew she wouldn't be at a party if she wasn't looking hotter than every InstaThot combined).

Approaching from behind with all the swagger of Johnny Depp and Skrillex, Benji Cross strutted in a rhythm that was all unique to him. Sliding behind her a hand found its way in a firm place it hadn't been in quite some time but only for a moment before he retracted. Didn't want to show all your cards in the beginning. "Say, you haven't seen a fine as hell supermodel around anywhere, have you? Heard she's looking for someone named Molly. Blew up my phone a while back." Benji let out an amused sigh, looking at Vann with a smirk.

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

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Was...that all he wanted in the end? Not a full admission of guilt from those responsible for what happened to him, his brother, his master, and everyone who suffered during the destruction of Hellion, but just someone to say those two simple words?

It was...strange. As Zestasia stood there, his blue eyes no longer glaring daggers at Etoile, he didn't see her as some traitor or liar or anyone who represented anything but someone truly empathetic to his life and what he went through. He may never find exactly who was fully responsible for his home being destroyed, but to hear someone who was part of the inquisitors to do what they could to apologize felt like enough. It was enough.. The truth was he never counted on being in the position he was. He knew one of these days he might find someone who could give him answers and maybe some clue on where his master might be, but he never counted on getting a certain closure that, if he was being truthful with himself, made him want to smile.

And that's exactly what he did.

Despite his fatigued state, from one blonde to another, Zestasia smiled as bright and wide as he could. "You didn't have to say that, but thank you!" He shared a glance with her, meeting the ex-inquisitor face to face. "But, please, no more sad! We have to press forward and focus on the tomorrow...or the next five minutes." Zestasia looked around, scratching his head as if the last few minutes hadn't been tense with his own anger. "Where that'll lead us, I have no idea!" He laughed, but it hurt to do so.

Delbrook Academy High School

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And I'll bring in Tiff 🥰

@Venus

Eyyyy! Someone for Drea to protect from the evil jocks yeah as if Drea can stop her

Question for those in the original Delbrook:

How many of y'all bringing back your characters and if so which ones are you bringing back

@Kuro

I won't be (as you can see). I thought about it, but was definitely feeling something different for this time around (as much as i love Kyle and Malu).

Delbrook Academy High School

If face claim reservations are allowed, putting mine down right now:



FC: Brec Bassinger || Color: #eac55d || I'll be going for the popular girl (feminist with an attitude) trope and, if allowed, possibly head cheerleader (or high on the cheerleading hierarchy, at least).

Delbrook Academy High School

Edenridge

_{A @metanoia & @BrutalBx collaboration}
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As Marco walked from the diner to Lyon Park, he had to remind himself to keep a steady pace. He knew if he took a step too big his legs would buckle under him. He wouldn’t fall down per se, but there was a good chance he’d be in immense pain. Maybe in hindsight, he should have asked for a lift to the park, but he insisted to his mother that he was fine and he just knew she would do that thing that only partially got on her nerves. Only because he truly felt like he could handle the trek.

He wanted to walk, but more importantly, he needed the time alone. He needed to be alone with his thoughts. He didn’t want to admit it to his family, especially because a lot of what happened last night felt like it’d be best not to divulge to his family. If his mother found out that he was even anywhere near a gun, or on a wild goose chase about Charlie Decker’s ghost, she’d go into helicopter mode. And hell be damned, he didn’t want to worry her. Because if she was worried, he’d only feel guilty for starting to feel like he couldn’t run away from the past. He knew if she knew he was hurting, that’d only make things worse.

And after last night, especially after some of the harsh truths Jill gave him about Danny, he had a lot to think about.

But he was done reflecting on things that were eventually going to be addressed in the future, because as he finally made it to the playground, sitting on a bench, watching his daughter proudly in the stroller that was in front of him, was Roddy Callahan. He smiled at his friend and instead of standing up to greet him, Marco shook his head as he took a seat next to him. “Sorry it took me forever, man,” Marco admitted, giving his friend an apologetic smile. “Made the mistake of walking here from the diner across the street. I thought taking the Happy Trail would be quicker, but with how slow I walk these days..” He nervously laughed. “But I’m just glad I made it.” Smiling, Marco looked at his goddaughter, making random, silly faces at her and he heard her laugh in the way that babies did.

“That’s ok, bro beans” Roddy handed Rylie one of her toys and leaned back against the bench, avoiding the plaque on the back dedicated to the memory of yet another fallen child of Eden. “You know I’m an early riser anyway and after last night, I barely slept a fucking wink”

Last night had been an extremely strange evening for Rod. He had gone in with a simple enough plan; convince Lanie to take him back. Then the shit with Charlie’s letter happened. As much and as desperately as he wanted it to just be about him and his ex-girlfriend, Roddy couldn’t ignore the chance to find some sort of closure. Too many people assumed that beyond his devastating injury, the butcher's boy was absolutely fine after the shooting. He wasn’t. The night terrors were horrible, the ptsd flashbacks were nauseating and the guilt weighed him down terribly. Rod left more than just a piece of his spine in the gym that day. He had left a part of his soul there. Now he regretted ever suggesting going back. Lanie was distraught, Mei, Jill, everyone seemed worse off than when they first started. Hell, even fucking ReyRey Gonzalez seemed messed up. Whoever was doing this must be getting a kick out of it all. Some kind of monster indeed.

“Beyond the obvious, you doing ok man?”

Marco breathed out a nervous chuckle. “I guess that depends on your definition of ‘ok’. I just had breakfast with my family. All of them. Pa got off earlier than he has been lately and wanted breakfast.” Thinking about his siblings’ bickerfest was the one thing that kept him smiling throughout the entirety of the past hour.

“That’s rough, dude,” Roddy took a sip from his coffee cup and placed it into a nearby bin. Attempting to avoid even more difficult subjects, Callahan pulled out his phone and opened up a news article, handing it to his friend. “You see this? DeShawn Marcus just signed with the Patriots. Our D this year is going to be fucking impenetrable. Guys a god damn brick wall.”

“It wasn’t too bad,” he muttered, seeing the news article on Rod’s phone and he had to do a double check. “You serious!?” A genuine feeling of excitement passed through Marco’s body that Rylie seemed to respond to it in her own, baby-like way. “Holy shit, man! DeShawn is gonna be the next Brady--” He had to laugh, considering present company (talking about himself) “--Tom Brady, that is. I can’t wait! I’ve been saving my money for that season pass! And maybe by then, my leg will be healed enough so we can actually attend all the home games we can.” The rush of some kind of normalcy was a refreshing adrenaline rush for Marco and he welcomed it with a wide grin.

In hindsight, Roddy realised that he’s led the conversation in a way he didn’t want; to yet another sad topic. “That may not happen like you want it to, Marco” He pushed his phone back into his pocket and sighed. “I’ve been mulling over something in my head, something big. I’m sort of thinking about…leaving town.” This was going to be difficult. Marco had been his best friend for a few years now and having not even discussed the idea with him was already a mark in the negative column. “Lanie isn’t here anymore and I barely get to see Rylie…” He grabbed his daughter's little hand and began to play with her fingers as she giggled. “There’s a lot of shit here bud and I don’t want her growing up around all these bad memories. You remember I told you that I got into college and deferred for rehab? Well they said I can go back as long as it’s in the next round of applicants and it’d be in Texas. I’d be close to Lanie and Rylie and I got to think of my family. If I go, it’d have to be soon, like real soon.”

There was a silence that filled the air that Rylie’s giggles couldn’t reach. A silence brought on by Marco’s shock by this sudden news. It was not that he was disappointed -- okay, maybe there was a little bit of that, but it is more for the fact that he didn’t think they’d be leaving so soon. Marco had often relied on both Rod and Lanie for support. He wouldn’t be as far into his recovery had it not been for the hours that he spent in recovery with Roddy, talking and bonding over their love for sports and getting into heated debates about the true football. He wouldn’t be able to walk if it wasn’t for Lanie’s repeated visits to his house and checking up on him every day that she could spare.

Looking down, Marco smiled at Rylie. And of course, every chance he got to spend with his goddaughter was a blessing. Her smile always lightened up any gloomy forecast that was predicted in his mind.

So, it just was a bit of a surprise. “Damn Rod, I don’t know what to say.” Marco found himself still looking at his goddaughter, smiling at her innocent face, that golden hair making it so obvious who she took after. Internally, he was digesting it slowly, but weirdly enough, he found quick peace with it. “I mean, I know she’s been thinking about it. And I know with everything going on with the letters and last night, it was too much for her to handle.” Reflecting on how he couldn’t find her when she ran out of that house, Marco completely understood why this had to happen. “D-do you guys have a set date when you might be leaving? Or even a general time frame?” Marco asked, finally looking up at Rod.

“Not yet. I don’t even know if we’re going. It’s pretty much up to Lanie.” Rod ran a hand through his trademark shaggy hair and looked up towards the sky. “I think about all the people we know who didn’t have dads or grew up on the Southside. I think of Charlie and how he looked at me when we were in that gym.” Roddy gripped the bench just a little bit tighter. “I didn’t know him like Poppy or Jade but we were always cordial, always friendly but he was so broken, what he was carrying was just too much.” He returned his gaze to his little girl. “I don’t want that for her. I want to be there as much as I possibly can be. To help her; to carry that weight. I don’t believe in ghosts Marco but this place has too many.”

Marco felt the pit in his stomach suddenly drop when Roddy started to talk about Charlie. In all the time, he hadn’t thought of him and in the past twelve hours alone, he was starting to learn more and more about the boy that caused so much harm. Before, he just thought of him as someone who took all of his dreams away -- the dreams of going pro, being a star, being the person he was in high school but on a grander scale. And then learning about what happened nearly five years ago and on top of all of that, Jill's words about Danny lingering, Roddy was right about there being so many ghosts in Edenridge.

As he listened, he thought about what it’d be like without them around. The few genuine moments he had when he could smile were right now: spending them with one of his best friends, seeing Rylie’s face light up any time they glanced her way, but he knew that Lanie could barely handle it last night. She loved Ally like a sister and he couldn’t blame her for wanting to leave and he sure as hell couldn’t fault Roddy for wanting to go so he could be closer to his daughter.

“If you guys do end up going,” Marco spoke, smiling, “it should be together.I don’t know how badly she took last night...I mean about Ally and the other things said, but maybe getting away might be good for you two--” He caught himself looking down at Rylie, smiling at his goddaughter, “--I mean the three of you to have a fresh start.” Marco let the thought linger for a few moments, quietly thinking about what it might be like and then another thought came to him and he couldn’t help but let a chuckle escape. “At the least, you won’t have to endure the arctic winter in the south.”

“I dunno,” Roddy shrugged. “I think I’d miss the cold” the shaggy haired man chuckled lightly. He was partial to the winter weather of Boston, anything close to summer heat killed Roddy…maybe it was all that hair? He hoped Rylie would never suffer the same fate and that she’d take after her mother as a golden goddess. “So what happened with Danny last night Marco? You guys admit your undying love or what?”

Suddenly Marco found himself tensing up somewhat. He didn’t expect Roddy to be so...forward, but that’s how he always was. Maybe it was his mind not prepared for it, but as he expelled out a small chuckle, he just looked at his friend. “Now what makes you think we did?” The nervous laughter persisted as Marco scratched the top of his left forearm, a nervous habit of his. “I...no, we didn’t get to see much of each other yesterday. At least, not after the bombshell of a story Rey Rey GOnzalez told us.” His admission came just moments before he found himself thinking about Jill again and how their conversation about Danny had been living rent free ever since.

“You two will get there.” Roddy put his arm over his friends back and gave him a soft but firm pat. “I got a feeling.” He stood up to his feet and strapped Rylie properly into her stroller. “You wanna go grab a bite before I take the munchkin back to her Mom?” He asks. “I’m thinking the Godmothers? I could murder a sandwich.”

Marco smiled at Ruddy and Rylie. He didn’t know exactly what the future held for him and Danny nor did he think he’d be lamenting on what Jill told him for so long, but that was a task for another day. Besides, Marco’s pensive expression changed into a bright smile as soon as Rod mentioned The Godmother. He ate a big breakfast not too long ago, but he could never say no to Godmother’s, especially when it might be one of the last times he and Rod might be able to hang out with each other. “Only if you let me pay. It’s the least I can do for you and my favorite little blonde person.” He smiled like the proud uncle-like figure he was to the little one.

”I mean, I’ll never turn down a free meal” Roddy walked behind the stroller and put both his hands on firmly ready to guide his baby girl to the Godmothers for the best meatball sub five dollars could buy. He glanced down at Marco before he too stood up and a small smile crossed his face. Had you asked him years ago that he would be as close to the former soccer player as they now were, he would’ve laughed. Yet for all intents and purposes, sans Kylee, he was his best friend. ”Hey Marco, can you do me a favour after I’m gone? Look out for my cousin Clay? He’s a bit of a tool but he’s a good guy with a good heart. With everything the way it is, he’s gonna need a friend”

Walking as steadily as he could, Marco turned his head to his friend when he stated a request. He knew Clay somewhat. Not well enough to say they were regular buddies, but Marco has seen him around town sometimes. His dad might have told him something about some new detective that the force had a while back, but he couldn’t be sure. Regardless, Roddy didn’t have to ask him a second time. “You got it man! He sounds like a nice guy. I mean, he’s your cousin, so he can’t be that bad, right?”

Marco grinned, walking at his own pace, Roddy not seeming to be in a rush (at least from where Marco could see). For better or worse, they would make it to Godmother’s, and Marco would enjoy a fully stacked Reuben.

Edenridge

_{Collab with @Venus || featuring The Brady Bunch || Time of Day — Early Morning (after the events of the Carlisle House)}
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As the morning rays had been poking through his window for nearly an hour and his room was illuminated by the summer sun, Marco just laid in his bed, looking at the wide poster of Boston’s hottest weather girl, Leticia Flores, Marco just laid there. His arms were folded loosely across his stomach, legs crossed in a way that didn’t cause his barely-recovered leg any discomfort. He laid there staring blankly into the image of the Mexican beauty, her dark hair enhanced by the light.

But he may as well be staring at a blank wall.

Marco wasn’t even feeling like himself right now nor had he since he and Jill departed-- and especially not since Danny dropped him off last night.

Since he got home, maybe save for a few hours spread across nine, Marco hadn’t been able to sleep. All he could do was think about how quiet he was during that drive home. All he could do was lament on what Jill said about Danny. He didn’t know if she was right and that Danny didn’t deserve him or if that was even a factor. He had buried all of those dark thoughts about Danny for so long that Marco thought he forgot about it.

But then when Jill opened up about Mei and poured her soul out to him, he just felt like he needed to tell someone. But after, he didn’t know if it helped. Even now, he still didn’t feel like he was any closer to feeling better about it. The pain was still there, but unlike before, he didn’t have anything else to push it down. Nothing to distract him. Unlike before, when Marco could use the excuse of the shooting and being shot and trying to recover from that, there was nothing that felt like a good excuse not to think of the hurt that came with his breakup with Danny. Even if nobody knew, he did and…

“I just don’t know!!--”

“Marcoooo!”

As a few tears fell down his face, Marco shook it as he heard Emil call for him. He immediately wiped away his brief visit with his feelings, burying them down behind a fortified smile that was depending on Marco’s ability to hide his sadness from his younger brother.

And as soon as a dressed Emil burst his way into Marco’s room, he didn’t make any fuss about it since his door was open. “I’m up! What’s up?” Marco said, greeting his brother as he stood up in a grunt.

“Mami needs us downstairs. Pop just got home and they want to go out for breakfast.”

“Really? I thought Pops wasn’t due home for another few hours?”

Emil shrugged. “You’re asking the wrong person. Now hurry up. I don’t think they want to wait in a line at Dolly’s.”

As his brother left, Marco decided that he wouldn’t think about Danny or what Jill said about Danny for the next couple of hours. Honestly, at the end of the day, maybe what he needed was this— a distraction with his family. Something that might make him forget about everything. Breakfast with his family always did that.

Marco spent a few minutes going through his dresser for a pair of shorts and a shirt. He knew that his Ma would probably expect him to wear something decent, so Marco made a habit of not going for a random pair of sweats. Even if they were just going out to the diner, there was a level of expectations to be had. Once he found something, though, he quickly slipped it on and headed downstairs.

But he did so at his own pace. His leg still felt like crap. Running around and standing for long periods of time did nothing to help his aching.

As he made it to the bottom of the stairs, waiting for him was everyone: his father, who was dressed in his usual work gear of the brown leather jacket he always wore, dark blue jeans, and a dark-colored shirt. Marco noticed the bags under his father’s eyes, which was to be expected. He was working all night and the fact he came home early and didn’t go straight to bed just showed how much he loved Ma.

“Hey there, Champ!” Colin greeted his oldest son with a dap hug, though it wasn’t as tight as he usually did. “Sleep well?”

Marco had to lie. “Yeah, it was okay!” He gave a smile, hoping they’d buy it. “Where’s Ma?” As he asked, he looked around for both Ma and Marcy.

“Marcy’s missing too,” Emil muttered. “Figures. The ones who wanted to go are the same ones making us wait.”

“Now now, don’t be like that, Emil. Just have a little patience, yeah?” Colin urged his son, teasing him with a slight tap against his son’s cheek.

And so they’d wait for a few minutes. They chatted during that time -- well, Emiliano and Colin did. Marco zoned out a few times and lost track of time. Honestly, he lost track of anything as he found himself sitting on the bottom stair, looking around and looking nowhere. Thoughts about what he had hoped to be distracted came back.

It was only when he saw his father and brother come at attention and hear the footsteps from behind him come in pairs of two. He stood up as quickly as his body would allow him to and took a few steps back.

His mother Marlena and his younger sister Marcy were making their way down the stairs, stylishly dressed to the nines and with impeccable hair and makeup. The females of the Brady family prided themselves in keeping up a flawless appearance no matter the occasion or time of day-- a diner breakfast would not be the exception. With her usual cheerful demeanor and blinding smile, Marlie waltzed around the room, planting kisses and hugs on her sons before wrapping her arms around her husband and pulling him into a kiss.

Emil looked at his mami and sister and shook his head, specifically at Marcy. “Don’t you think you’re a little overdressed? We’re just going to a diner.”

The brunette teen rolled her eyes. "How about you save your opinions for someone who actually cares?" she sassed back in perfect Spanish, flipping her hair over her shoulder and sauntering to the door. "Can we go now? I'm starving."

When Marcy's back was turned, he stuck his tongue out at her and felt the swift wrath of his mother's hand smacking the back of his head, sending the boy following his sister with the firm reminder that even a non-verbal habit doesn't go unnoticed by Big Momma.

"When will that boy ever learn?" Colin shook his head.

His wife merely rolled her eyes, making it evident from which parent Marcela had inherited the action from. "Apparently, never."

The air was filled with an immeasurable light, albeit at the expense of Emiliano, though everyone knew it was all in good fun. Even as Marco followed behind his parents, who were lovingly embracing with her arm behind his back and his gently slung over her neck. He smiled at that sight. He also smiled at the echoes of laughter as the door closed behind them, Marco locking it as his parents were halfway to the driveway, looking back at him, waiting.

The barely-mobile Marco had to take his time, but between the atmosphere among his family and the subtle breeze he felt from the morning, Marco took comfort in this being a better day than it was yesterday.

And when they got into the family SUV, a black one with spacious front and back seats, Marco and Marcy locked Emiliano in between them while their father drove. It wasn’t some guy thing where the dad drove the car, but Colin just liked to drive. And, normally, his ma was more than happy to let him do so.

The quick drive that took no more than ten minutes to Dolly’s Diner had been spent just chatting and enjoying each other’s company. Marco intentionally tried to bury himself into it, which most of it was spent talking about the weather. As mundane as it was, there was something refreshing about that particular topic. Maybe in all the darkness that yesterday brought, Marco welcomed it with an open mind. It served as the distraction he knew he needed.

buzzbuzzbuzz

Inside his shorts pocket, Marco felt his phone go off. Taking a moment to break away from the engaging conversation his family had, Marco saw he got a text from Roddy. He wanted to hang out later at Lyon Park. Something about wanting to take Rylie out.

Yeah sure man!
Just lemme know when.
Out with my family right now so maybe in a couple hours?

To Roddy

And when he sent that text, Marco looked up with a smile and saw that they had arrived.

And then they got out of the car and walked inside the diner. As they were met rather quickly, the Brady family were seated at a booth with a view, the sight of Lyon Park just down the way was what Marco immediately saw. He took the outer seat due to his limited mobility.

As they were handed menus, the waitress gave them a quick smile before saying, “I’ll give you a few minutes to decide. Can I start you off with some coffee in the meantime?”

“Yes. Please!” Colin said almost as if he was pleading with her for something a little stronger. “And make it as strong as possible.”

“I’ll take mine with four sugars.”

Emil shook his head at his older brother. “Well, I’ll take some OJ if you have it!” Emil chimed in, not quite ready to take the coffee route.

"I'll have a French vanilla latte with skim milk," Marcela piped up, while immediately shooting a defiant glare at Emiliano as if daring him to make one of his little comments about it.

"And I'll take a sunset mimosa," Marlie replied brightly, shooting their waitress a kind smile while lightly squeezing Marcy's thigh under the table-- a silent warning to her daughter and a request to behave.

Colin sighed as the waitress just replied with a “I’ll get your drinks for you now” before departing from the undoubtable awkward and tense air that had become the Brady Bunch’s booth. Not even five minutes in and the sibling bickering became so obvious that Colin could tell this wasn’t going to be easy.

“So, do we know what we want?” Colin asked his family, looking at each of them, though he’d center his gaze on his youngest two. The glares they exchanged was a telltale sign of what was to come and maybe — just maybe — if the patriarch of the family could restore some order while Marlie manned the close combat, he might be able to stop the storm before it became too large. “And don’t worry about skimping on anything you’re craving. We don’t do this as often as we should, so go ham!”

After a few long moments, Marco looked up from the menu. He took an additional one to look at Emil and Marcy. Whatever pops had said worked for now, but he could tell there was something brewing. “Think I might go for the Doll Express Plate.” Marco was looking at the photo of the three-pancake stack of buttermilk pancakes with three slabs of honey ham and three sausage links. There was a choice of hashbrowns or country potatoes, but Marco wasn’t sure which he wanted. He definitely wanted some fried eggs, though.

“Someone’s hungry!” Emil chimed in. “Maybe you want to make it a double, Marce? We all know how you like to eat!”

If they were out of sight from their parents, this would be the moment in which Marcela would flip off her brother and toss in a saucy remark or two. But because she was the bigger person (and because her mother would be quick to act if she didn't), the youngest Brady chose to purposely ignore Emiliano.

"I'll go for the salmon eggs benedict and a cinnamon roll," she told her family, closing the menu and pointedly looking away from her brother.

“Right…” Colin looked up at his two youngest. There was a partial groan that left his lips. PArt of him wanted to say something to them, but figured if they weren’t going to cause anymore problems, then it wasn’t worth it. So instead he’d try to detour the tense energy into a positive light. “Think I’ll have the midwestern omelet and some sourdough toast. Might even splurge in some turkey bacon.” He hummed as he looked over the menu. Breakfast was always hard to decide, but Colin knew he was hungry, though maybe not as hungry as Marco was. The thought of the spread that his eldest son was gonna feat upon made him crack a smile. It was at that same moment he turned to Marlena. “What about you, honey? Any idea what you might get?” He asked, looking at her lovingly (albeit with an obvious exhausted expression on his face).

"The mixed berry Belgian waffles with scrambled eggs and bacon," his wife replied, giving Colin a brief kiss before resting her head on his shoulder.

Not long after the whole family had stated what they wanted, their waitress came back with their drinks. And after some low murmurs from Emil and Marcy, who had once again bickered amongst themselves, the waitress left to take their orders to the kitchen. Everyone was mostly normal, or at least whatever normal passed for the Brady Bunch.

Everyone except Marco, who was, for the most part, lost in his own world.

Despite everything Marco told himself about wanting to have a distraction and wanting to just relax with his family. Despite him wanting to not think about what happened yesterday, he just couldn’t do it. And he wasn’t a master poker player like his father and couldn’t lie brilliantly like his siblings could, so he knew they’d see right through it. Brave faces only lasted so long.

How long did it last? Oh, right up until the waitress who had been checking up on them frequently dropped the check off, which of course his father picked up as he always did. It wasn’t even a man thing, but he always paid and nobody, not even his mother questioned it. Marco found a reason to smile because of this. He noticed that his father smiled when he opened the bill.

Knowing him he might just leave a tip larger than is ethnically required.

That’s just the kind of person Colin Brady was. Protects and serves in more ways than one might see on the side of the Edenridge PD cruisers.

As they got up, Marco remained quiet until his brother nudged him. It was their thing. When Marco shut down, which given recent events (not last night but generally speaking), Emil felt like he had to do it more often than he used to. They were at the door and as Marco walked through, his throat was dry, so he coughed. “So, Roddy texted me earlier.” He managed to get that out before he coughed again. His parents were halfway to the car and his siblings were the closest to him. “And he said he wanted to talk. I think, well I’m sure he’ll give me a ride back home if I asked him. So I think I’m gonna stick around. He’s told me to meet him at Lyon Park.” His gaze fell on the park just across the street.

Marlena stopped in her tracks and turned around to face her son. "Is everything okay?" she inquired, her voice worried as a concerned frown settled on her features. She could tell something had been weighing on her oldest from the moment she gave him his good morning kiss earlier that day. However, she had long since learned that the best approach to take with her blue-eyed boy was to inquire about things privately, and allow him the opportunity to return later if he didn't feel ready to disclose yet. Marlie knew asking in front of the others would earn her his usual "I'm fine" response, but she wanted to make sure her son knew his feelings were seen and validated.

Giving his mother a quick nod, Marco said, “Yeah…yeah! I’m alright! Everything’s okay!” His reply came out a bit more forced and rushed like he had to say it to save face with her or something. He knew that his ma was asking because she was concerned (obviously), and, of course, it wasn’t that he wanted to dismiss her effort to try and understand what he was feeling. Truth was he just didn’t feel like talking about it -- not here, at least. Something about others hearing what might be going through his head, especially about these new thoughts revolving around Danny. Marco just…didn’t want to deal with it right now. He just hoped that was enough for her, at least for now.

Marlie knew her son was lying, but she decided to not press on. Instead, she’d give Marco a soft smile and table the conversation for a later time. “Okay! And you’re sure you don’t want us to at least drop you off at the park, then? I know the doctors said walking is good for your recovery process, but Lyon Park is still some distance away. I wouldn’t want you to overexert yourself,” she confessed, worriedly eyeing his leg. Mother’s instinct, after all: to always protect, care and look after her children.

Marco shook his head, maintaining his ‘everything is fine’ expression on his face. In this case, about whether or not he could handle the walk from the diner to the park, Marco wasn’t covering up with that Brady stubbornness or anything. He really did believe he could handle it. “Thanks, Ma, but don’t worry! I can handle it. Doc said I’m at the point where I can push myself a little more each day.” Marco never lost his competitiveness. Even though he wasn’t the athlete he was a couple of years ago, there was no mistake he still had the spirit.

As Colin looked around and just smiled at Marlie and Marco, and came up from behind. “I’m sure he’ll be fine, honey.” Colin placed a supportive hand on Marlena’s slender shoulder. “And if all else fails, Marco can always call one of us to pick him up if he needs to. Right, Marco?”

“That’s right!” Marco said, flashing a more convincing grin.

Marlie assessed her son one last time. Although she knew he was fibbing about being alright, she could tell that he was being truthful about his confidence in being able to make it. If he felt comfortable enough in himself to make the trek, then who was she to stop him?

"Okay, honey," she finally gave in, taking a few steps towards Marco to give him a parting kiss and hug. "You call me if you need anything, okay? Say hi to Rod for me and give Princess Rylie extra cuddles on my behalf!"

Marco gave his usual thumbs up and watched as his family drove off. Somewhere in his gut he knew he was going regret not taking her offer, but he definitely just needed some time for himself to think. And maybe, jsut maybe, he wanted to prove to himself that he could make the journey to the park.