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More fun with heerookami muse and family!
Yay for random interaction from the fanonverse in the back of my mind. (I swear by now Garou!Heero has done everything except go on a cruise to Mars.)
Pre-teen of the male persuasion comes home, with a nicely scraped elbow.
Duo: ... alright, how'd that happen.
Kid: *shrugs, grins, a little embarrassed* Eh, we were fooling around with Bunch of Buddies.
Heero: *... suspiciouuuus*
Kid: ... *EYEROLL* it wasn't bullying or anything, we were just joking. It was stupid, but hey, it was funny.
Heero: *goes to bathroom to get first aid kit*
Duo: *sits beside kid on bench* Yeah? What was it about?
Kid: *embarrassed but also amused* You know, that old "my dad can beat up your dad" thing.
Heero: *coming back, pauses at the door, weirded out confused look*
Duo: ... no kid really expects their dad to beat up other dads on their say-so, Heero. It's just a thing all kids tend to do, figuring out a pecking order and whatnot. ... usually happens when they're closer to three than thirteen, though. *sidelong glance at Kid*
Kid: We didn't mean it, it was just funny. *laughing, a little embarrassed but still amused as he repeats* BuddyOne was all like "my dad's a boxing champion" and BuddyTwo was like, "yeah, in which village?" and "my dad's like three hundred pounds of muscle" and then it was all... "Mine's a butcher, he can kill a bull with one punch!" and "well, MY dad knows karate!"
Duo: ... pff I see. XD
Heero: *still baffled as to why that would be relevant to anyone, I mean who cares who's the strongest unless you're potential enemies?* ... I ... see. *starts cleaning the scrape*
Kid: *manly! Not wincing! Much.*
Duo: So what'd you say?
Kid: Well, nothing. What can I say, "my dad's classified"? yeah, that'd get me a lot of "yeahright"s. so I just, you know, kinda..." *he smirks in a faint amused disdainful way that's totally Wufei, as a demonstration*
Duo: ... pfff smug bitchface. Yeah, I see where the scrape comes from now.
Kid: --hey. ... but anyway then BuddyThree gets all "what, you got something to say" and well, no, I didn't, so.. *another "you're so cute" smirk* And then he's like "WELL YOUR DAD IS A TOOTHPICK."
Duo: *ded*
Heero: ... I'm what?
Kid: *repeats, very slow* A toothpick. So then we shoved each other around a bit, but just for the fun. and then I slipped and oww. So after that I was bleeding a bit so that was the end of it.
Heero: *frowning a little bit*
Kid: ... but it's okay, dad, I mean, even if no one else knows, I know you could totally take their dads.
Heero: *... neutral. Yes. Totally neutral and delivering an observation with no emotional value whatsoever* that's likely. Not that I care.
Duo: *lmaoing because he knows it's closer to "not that I SHOULD care"*
Heero: possibly all at once too. ... hypothetically. *muttering* "toothpick."
Kid: *... XDDD* Well, I'm sure he can't really say that anymore. I mean, he must be thinking of when we were to kindergarten and okay that was kind of true, he just hasn't really looked at you for real in a while. Is all.
Heero: *baffled blink* ... I haven't changed since....?
Kid: um dad your pants are like a size bigger than they used to be.
Heero: *bemused* it's just more comfortable like that. The previous size were too tight
Kid: yeeeeah that's. usually the problem. The reason. Why people go up a size. You know.
Heero: *going from bemused to confused/faintly offended* ... are you implying that I'm. Getting fat?
Kid: Oh, noo, I'd never.
Duo: I would.
Heero: ... *do I take them seriously or not, wat* I gained exactly 1.8 kilograms in the last five years. That's less than four pounds. That is not fat. ... it wouldn't make me fat even if was fat I gained -- it's muscle.
Kid:... I'm sure it is, dad.
Duo: Alright, not fat. Not even well-distributed fat. To some place like... love handles.
Heero: -- wha
Duo: Where you used to have hipbones like knives.
Heero: ... *GLARE*
Duo: But I must be misremembering the spectacular bruises they got me.
Heero: ... of course I gained a couple of pounds since we were teenagers. I wasn't done growing. I've been done for a while now.
Duo: Mm-hmm. The love handles have been here a while and are totally not the reason for any recent weight gain, gotcha. You know, randomly, when's the last time you went to get a haircut? Totally unrelated to the previous conversation.
Heero: ... *eyeroll, walks off*
Duo: *to himself* or maybe it's just his balls. They sure haven't gotten any smaller since back then.
Kid: AAAA DUO BRAINOWW. DX
Duo: ... I MEANT METAPHORICALLY. D:
Heero: *from other room* ... pfff. >D
Pre-teen of the male persuasion comes home, with a nicely scraped elbow.
Duo: ... alright, how'd that happen.
Kid: *shrugs, grins, a little embarrassed* Eh, we were fooling around with Bunch of Buddies.
Heero: *... suspiciouuuus*
Kid: ... *EYEROLL* it wasn't bullying or anything, we were just joking. It was stupid, but hey, it was funny.
Heero: *goes to bathroom to get first aid kit*
Duo: *sits beside kid on bench* Yeah? What was it about?
Kid: *embarrassed but also amused* You know, that old "my dad can beat up your dad" thing.
Heero: *coming back, pauses at the door, weirded out confused look*
Duo: ... no kid really expects their dad to beat up other dads on their say-so, Heero. It's just a thing all kids tend to do, figuring out a pecking order and whatnot. ... usually happens when they're closer to three than thirteen, though. *sidelong glance at Kid*
Kid: We didn't mean it, it was just funny. *laughing, a little embarrassed but still amused as he repeats* BuddyOne was all like "my dad's a boxing champion" and BuddyTwo was like, "yeah, in which village?" and "my dad's like three hundred pounds of muscle" and then it was all... "Mine's a butcher, he can kill a bull with one punch!" and "well, MY dad knows karate!"
Duo: ... pff I see. XD
Heero: *still baffled as to why that would be relevant to anyone, I mean who cares who's the strongest unless you're potential enemies?* ... I ... see. *starts cleaning the scrape*
Kid: *manly! Not wincing! Much.*
Duo: So what'd you say?
Kid: Well, nothing. What can I say, "my dad's classified"? yeah, that'd get me a lot of "yeahright"s. so I just, you know, kinda..." *he smirks in a faint amused disdainful way that's totally Wufei, as a demonstration*
Duo: ... pfff smug bitchface. Yeah, I see where the scrape comes from now.
Kid: --hey. ... but anyway then BuddyThree gets all "what, you got something to say" and well, no, I didn't, so.. *another "you're so cute" smirk* And then he's like "WELL YOUR DAD IS A TOOTHPICK."
Duo: *ded*
Heero: ... I'm what?
Kid: *repeats, very slow* A toothpick. So then we shoved each other around a bit, but just for the fun. and then I slipped and oww. So after that I was bleeding a bit so that was the end of it.
Heero: *frowning a little bit*
Kid: ... but it's okay, dad, I mean, even if no one else knows, I know you could totally take their dads.
Heero: *... neutral. Yes. Totally neutral and delivering an observation with no emotional value whatsoever* that's likely. Not that I care.
Duo: *lmaoing because he knows it's closer to "not that I SHOULD care"*
Heero: possibly all at once too. ... hypothetically. *muttering* "toothpick."
Kid: *... XDDD* Well, I'm sure he can't really say that anymore. I mean, he must be thinking of when we were to kindergarten and okay that was kind of true, he just hasn't really looked at you for real in a while. Is all.
Heero: *baffled blink* ... I haven't changed since....?
Kid: um dad your pants are like a size bigger than they used to be.
Heero: *bemused* it's just more comfortable like that. The previous size were too tight
Kid: yeeeeah that's. usually the problem. The reason. Why people go up a size. You know.
Heero: *going from bemused to confused/faintly offended* ... are you implying that I'm. Getting fat?
Kid: Oh, noo, I'd never.
Duo: I would.
Heero: ... *do I take them seriously or not, wat* I gained exactly 1.8 kilograms in the last five years. That's less than four pounds. That is not fat. ... it wouldn't make me fat even if was fat I gained -- it's muscle.
Kid:... I'm sure it is, dad.
Duo: Alright, not fat. Not even well-distributed fat. To some place like... love handles.
Heero: -- wha
Duo: Where you used to have hipbones like knives.
Heero: ... *GLARE*
Duo: But I must be misremembering the spectacular bruises they got me.
Heero: ... of course I gained a couple of pounds since we were teenagers. I wasn't done growing. I've been done for a while now.
Duo: Mm-hmm. The love handles have been here a while and are totally not the reason for any recent weight gain, gotcha. You know, randomly, when's the last time you went to get a haircut? Totally unrelated to the previous conversation.
Heero: ... *eyeroll, walks off*
Duo: *to himself* or maybe it's just his balls. They sure haven't gotten any smaller since back then.
Kid: AAAA DUO BRAINOWW. DX
Duo: ... I MEANT METAPHORICALLY. D:
Heero: *from other room* ... pfff. >D