Back in the Game

disconinjadawg:

Girl’s house? Alone? While her mother was working?

He was a dead man. Laws of Murphy dictated, like a solemn decree, that he was buttered, crunchy toast. Someone would come in and think he was DOING something, and by the end of the day he’d have a hospital bill.

…That was gonna have to be the price paid probably. Cause he had a feeling he was not getting out of this…whatever it was. “Uh–hot coca’s fine, I guess.” He hoped it didn’t sound ungrateful, but he didn’t think this was going to last nearly as long as she was making it out to. A deep sigh, and scrubbing at the back of his hair. “Really, though, it’s not anything. I mean I dunno, this multivers business has me guessing about all kinds of things being signs of something hijinks related incoming, but I mean, nothing is solidly a problem you know? It’s not a big deal, I mean that.”

“Alright, lemme get my keys.”

She carefully let go of his wrist while her other hand searched her pocket for her keys. Then she went to the door and unlocked it, thwacking it with her knee to get it open. It stuck sometimes when it was getting a little chilly out.

“I’ll get the hot cocoa ready in a little bit.”

When she heard what he said after that though, she looked at him in concern.

“It might not be a problem now, but it’s better to talk more about it before it actually becomes one, ‘Suke. Go sit your butt down in the living room and relax a bit. I’ll have this done and I’ll sit down t’listen.”

disconinjadawg:

“Waitwaitwait, where are we GOING?!”

The tugging was gentle but the grip IRON, and it didn’t take much to get him to take her lead.

A bakery?

Up, further.

…A house?

…Her House?

SCREEEEEECHING HALT.

“Is–uh, sorry to intrude–wait, is this your house? Is someone else here? If I knew we were coming I’d have brought over something for a gift…b-but wait, seriously, there isn’t a lot to say…!”

She let out a rather amusing squeak at the sudden stop, turning back to look at him with a baffled expression on her face.

“Huh? Yeah, it’s my house, Mama’s working down in the bakery today. S’why it’s the best place for a conversation like this. Why would you need to bring a gift?”

Then she huffed and pouted, probably looking rather cute but would forever deny it.

“Like hell there is, ‘Suke. You’re obviously bothered by something and uncomfortable with speaking about it in public. So I’ll listen to whatever you have to say once we’re inside. I’ll even make you a drink. Do you mind hot cocoa or something else?”