37 - Audio - Onwards and Upwards

[ichoosefight]

[ Filtered AWAY from Roman xP ]

It wasn't that bad.

[ Private to PORT FAMIRY ]

I know this is really sappy of me, but I just wanted to let you guys know you were much cooler than my real family. So thanks for not sucking too much.

[ Private to Kirk ]

Especially you. Don't take this the wrong way, but you were kind of an awesome dad.

[ Private to Dick ]

So, we usually get at least a couple days of quiet after ports. Are you up for some hardcore training?

[ Private to Tim ]

Remember any of the words I made up for you? [ Feel free to help me make some up! ]

[ Private to Nygma ]

What exactly are you doing about Roman?

[ Private to Claire ]

How do you feel about milkshakes?

Comments

[bunchasavages.livejournal.com]

I pulled your pigtails, didn't I?

...Or was that some other kid? There were a lot of fucking kids in that house.

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

Not gonna lie, that was a little weird. And doesn't really make me want to put my hair up again anytime soon.

[bunchasavages.livejournal.com]

What, tugging pigtails doesn't count as bonding?

Well, I can't have sex with you. You were my sister and I'm pretty sure you were underage.

It'd just be all kinds of weird I don't even want to think about.

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

I don't know, does it? I've never had siblings before.

Oh yes, those are the only reasons you can't have sex with me.

[bunchasavages.livejournal.com]

Reason enough for me, anyway. I draw the line at incest. You are persona non nookie to me.

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

Great, one less thing to worry about.

[bunchasavages.livejournal.com]

Like you wouldn't jump at the chance.

Do you play pool?

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

I'm sworn off of men for the moment.

Not really, but I do play ping-pong. Why?

[bunchasavages.livejournal.com]

Ping-pong? Jesus.

What about video games?

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

Don't knock it, I can kick your ass to next Tuesday.

I've made a few headshots in my day.

[bunchasavages.livejournal.com]

Come over and we'll do the bonding thing. I have Halo around here, somewhere.

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

...Sure, yeah. Why not? My schedule's full for the next couple of hours, but I'm always up for a little Halo.

[bunchasavages.livejournal.com]

Room 1, level 3.

If you're gonna be a while, I'm taking a nap. I don't know if you know this, but being twelve wears you out. Wake me up when you get here.

spam?

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

You should try being seven. I'll give you a call.

Sure!

[bunchasavages.livejournal.com]

You weren't going through puberty.

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

Nope... just insane sugar rushes. You get some sleep.

[bunchasavages.livejournal.com]

[And with that, Mr. Graves is sprawling in a laundry pile and going to sleep. Anything to avoid more work or contact with his inmate.]

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

[ After training with Dick for a good while, Stephanie returns to her room, takes a shower, and sends a quick message to Randal just in case he's awake. Either way she's off to his room, where she will be knocking on the door. ]

Hey, it's Steph!

[bunchasavages.livejournal.com]

[The door, only closed halfway, swings open when she knocks.

By this point, Randal has wormed his way into the laundry pile - a bad habit picked up from Dante - or vice versa. Said laundry pile shifts when she announces herself, but aside from some incoherent mumbling, that's about all the response she gets.]

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

[ She makes a face at the laundry pile, then starts looking for something to throw at it. ]

I'm not too old to jump on you.

[bunchasavages.livejournal.com]

[There's a bit more motion from what could be called the "head" of the laundry pile, and Randal peers out blearily at her.]

What?

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

[ She mimes aiming a rifle at his head and shooting him. ]

You promised me Halo.

[bunchasavages.livejournal.com]

Right, right.

[He pushes himself up, picking a stray sock off his (hat-less) head, and looks around in what might be disorientation. He finally digs into the laundry pile and produces a battered game case, which he tosses to her.]

What time is it?

[ichoosefight.livejournal.com]

[ She catches it easily and glances around for the game system. ]

Around four, I think? Geez, and mom says my room is messy.

[bunchasavages.livejournal.com]

[He pushes himself to his feet, somehow manages to find his hat in the mess, and kicks a few odds and ends out of the way to reach the television and, by proxy, the X-Box.]

My mom's not here to clean mine.