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sharktrash) wrote2015-11-17 09:39 am
sharktrash) wrote2015-11-17 09:39 am
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[Perhaps during practice, a delivery of a vase with red roses, white and dark purple lilies and black dahlias will be near his favorite cello. A striking arrangement for a striking cellist. There's a card for him saying:]
Stay stubborn and Stay strong, My Little Shark.
Love,
T.
Stay stubborn and Stay strong, My Little Shark.
Love,
T.
[ Oh, he knows who this is from. She'll be getting a text soon after he finds that little surprise. ]
What brought this on?
What brought this on?
Can someone just say that someone is proud of you? Besides, I like flowers.
[Still it's weirdly romantic to send a surrogate son flowers.]
[Still it's weirdly romantic to send a surrogate son flowers.]
[ Yeah, kinda. Not that he's complaining. ]
Well, I suppose someone can.
[ It's just that they usually didn't. Aside from her. ]
Thanks. Does that mean I should treat you to dinner?
[ He almost writes "thanks, Ma" again but for some reason, that word had started feeling wrong on his tongue. Or fingers. Like it's just not something he does for some reason. ]
Well, I suppose someone can.
[ It's just that they usually didn't. Aside from her. ]
Thanks. Does that mean I should treat you to dinner?
[ He almost writes "thanks, Ma" again but for some reason, that word had started feeling wrong on his tongue. Or fingers. Like it's just not something he does for some reason. ]
If you want to.
[She still feels quite a bit affection for him, but lately there's more doubt in it, thanks to what she sees in her head. In these awful memories there are no white haired little boys with powerful voices and stubbornness. In fact, there almost isn't anything that connects with something good. She hates it. And doesn't want to believe any of it.]
[She still feels quite a bit affection for him, but lately there's more doubt in it, thanks to what she sees in her head. In these awful memories there are no white haired little boys with powerful voices and stubbornness. In fact, there almost isn't anything that connects with something good. She hates it. And doesn't want to believe any of it.]
Edited 2016-02-09 03:59 (UTC)
I always do.
[ Oh, he feels affection. Whatever it is, doesn't invalidate all the nice new memories they've made in this place. He's just sort of starting to feel unsure about the "mother" part is all. ]
Do you have a favorite restaurant in the city?
[ Oh, he feels affection. Whatever it is, doesn't invalidate all the nice new memories they've made in this place. He's just sort of starting to feel unsure about the "mother" part is all. ]
Do you have a favorite restaurant in the city?
That's sweet of you. ❤︎
[It might just take a little long longer for her to get unsure about it herself. After all, she's always wanted to be a mother.]
Jeanne's, it's small restaurant near the ocean by a few small art studios. I like it there. They also make a mean salmon, so it won't be completely a chore.
[It might just take a little long longer for her to get unsure about it herself. After all, she's always wanted to be a mother.]
Jeanne's, it's small restaurant near the ocean by a few small art studios. I like it there. They also make a mean salmon, so it won't be completely a chore.
[ Aw. ]
Excellent. Lunch or dinner? Got time next week?
Excellent. Lunch or dinner? Got time next week?
I might be busy next week, but I can spare time for dinner.
Let me know when you're free, then, and I'll order a table.
[Perhaps a day or two after Squalo's birthday, a message is sent to his phone.]
Come outside, your bike is here.
[And sure enough Aramat keeps her promises, his silver bike is in the reserved parking spot outside Pride HQ. There's even a helmet right on the seat. But Squalo can choose to ignore that because LOL WHAT IS SAFETY.]
Come outside, your bike is here.
[And sure enough Aramat keeps her promises, his silver bike is in the reserved parking spot outside Pride HQ. There's even a helmet right on the seat. But Squalo can choose to ignore that because LOL WHAT IS SAFETY.]
[ Shit! He'd almost forgotten. He can feel excitement bubbling as he does his best to try to spot it through the window, then zooms for the elevators. He's... still rather sore, actually, but nothing he can't handle. Plus he's mostly sober now, so it's as good a time as any -- ]
You should come outside too. We had a deal.
[ She's the first one who gets a trip around the block with him. Or wherever else. ]
You should come outside too. We had a deal.
[ She's the first one who gets a trip around the block with him. Or wherever else. ]
Give me a little while...
[After ten minutes she comes outside almost just as excited as him.]
So, who wears the helmet?
[Or they can fetch another one if he wants.]
[After ten minutes she comes outside almost just as excited as him.]
So, who wears the helmet?
[Or they can fetch another one if he wants.]
[ He'll be waiting for her, leaning against the bike a little. She'll see what a perfect match it is for him, colors and design and everything, as if it's a picture straight out of a commercial. ]
[ He grins and holds the helmet out for her with a gallant almost-bow. ]
Ladies first. [ Then he ruins it with a shit-eating grin. ] Otherwise I might whip you in the eye with my hair.
[ He does proceed to tie it back once she takes the helmet off his hands, but let's be real, a ponytail that long is still a hazard. He'll do his best to tuck it under his coat. ]
[ He grins and holds the helmet out for her with a gallant almost-bow. ]
Ladies first. [ Then he ruins it with a shit-eating grin. ] Otherwise I might whip you in the eye with my hair.
[ He does proceed to tie it back once she takes the helmet off his hands, but let's be real, a ponytail that long is still a hazard. He'll do his best to tuck it under his coat. ]
[And he does look prefect, the silver paint job on the bike almost matches with his hair. And he hands her the helmet so gallantly. (She's gonna need it with all that hair whipping in her face.)
She'll put it on in front of him.]
There we are.
She'll put it on in front of him.]
There we are.
Great. [ He grins and throws one of his stork-like legs over the bike, patting the seat behind him. ] Get on and hold on tight.
[As instructed, she gets on the seat with him and wraps her arms around his thin middle tightly. He was always so thin but strong, she can hold on to him.]
Ready.
Ready.
[ Well, he's probably just a little more toned now than she might be used to. He's been given back his abilities, which come with quite a bit more strength and dexterity and therefore most likely some muscle mass. But he's still not broad or anything; he never will be. ]
Don't let go~
[ He starts the engine, turns the bike around and AWAY THEY GO! Pretty much zooming. It's like he wants to see how many seconds is needed for this baby to go over the speed limit and then never slowing down. ]
Don't let go~
[ He starts the engine, turns the bike around and AWAY THEY GO! Pretty much zooming. It's like he wants to see how many seconds is needed for this baby to go over the speed limit and then never slowing down. ]
[And Aramat screams a little, it's excited scream though at the speed and the wind on their skin. She holds on tightly to him though.]
You don't play around with the speed!
[But she likes it.]
You don't play around with the speed!
[But she likes it.]
[ Don't worry, his reflexes are sublime. He makes a sharp turn without ever getting out of his line and yells in excitement and laughs. ]
Yes, yes I do!!
Yes, yes I do!!
[It's like he's been riding bikes for years... she grins at him through the helmet, wordlessly asking to go even faster.]
[ He has. And he had no chill, something that Pride had installed on him. To an extent. It's starting to crumble. ]
Let's see what this baby can do. HOLD ON!
[ And he fucking floors it. The bike stands on the end wheel for a moment, then zooms down the street, carrying them at pretty damn formidable speed. ]
Let's see what this baby can do. HOLD ON!
[ And he fucking floors it. The bike stands on the end wheel for a moment, then zooms down the street, carrying them at pretty damn formidable speed. ]
[And Aramat screams in excitement at the speed and the wheelie getting popped
Honestly, they might get some speed tickets.]
Honestly, they might get some speed tickets.]
[ It would if the cops could catch up lolol. Or maybe some will be mailed to them but who cares, they can afford it. ]
[ Squalo will gleefully run some red lights, too, possibly nearly run over some grandma, and then speed up to an empty car carrier trailer, make the bike jump on it, drive over it, and jump back down, all the while not losing his balance (or denting his own vehicle) for a moment. ]
[ Squalo will gleefully run some red lights, too, possibly nearly run over some grandma, and then speed up to an empty car carrier trailer, make the bike jump on it, drive over it, and jump back down, all the while not losing his balance (or denting his own vehicle) for a moment. ]
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