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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 6:22 pm
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The kid had gone from barely walking to running in like, no time. Roch knew, obviously, that this was the best time to--
Ah, hell, the truth was he just thought it'd be hysterical for the kid to learn to dance. That's why two different names came to mind, but one stood out more--simply because Mei had actually MENTIONED wanting to teach scarelings. That's why he was heading through school, his kid in his arms, wearing a hoodie. If people hadn't found out yet, they would know now!
He headed for the undead dorms, pausing to ask a random kid about Mei--only to get a strange look that went from him to Cisco and back. Roch just stared at him until he got the dormroom number.
With that, he headed for her room, knocking on the door.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 6:30 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 6:34 pm
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"It's NOT her kid, candlewaxer!" Roch bellowed over his shoulder, since the kid had followed him here (trying to be sneaky.) "For Jack's sake, she's still in school," he muttered before snorting and walking in. "Hi, Mei, I got a... well, first of all, meet my boil, Cisco."
Cisco gave her a serious look for a long moment before going, "Jala kumo juju ne," in a very serious voice.
"He says hi," Roch interprets. "I ah, shoulda mentioned him earlier--hell, there's a lot of people I should mention him to--but I was wondering... well, he's walkin' now, and he loves music, so think you could teach him to dance?"
Because just walking means he's ready to two step, right?
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 6:44 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 7:04 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 7:16 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 7:54 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 8:00 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 8:07 pm
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"Well, yeah, but that's a different thing too--" Roch started out. Then he shrugged. "Nah, don't haveta be today, an' there's no point in takin' up gym time for a dance lesson! There's probly a ton of people out t'get their spar on, don't wanna piss'em off."
He looked thoughtful before he dug through his pockets with his empty hand, pulling out a sheet of paper and writing an address on it. "This is where I'm stayin," he told her, handing it over. "It's my dad's garage--I let the band keep the tour bus for now. An' here's my number, call me when you're free for like, half an hour or so, an' we'll have a class."
"Aaayaaa haaya," Cisco sang softly beating the air with his rattle tipped drumsticks. He was used to entertaining himself during important meetings!
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 8:13 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 10:09 am
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Cisco turned, watching the slimy blob and the kitty with huge eyes. He started squirming in Roch's hold, holding out his arms to the slimeball and whining to get down. Roch looked down at him, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" he asked the boil.
"Bala kuuujooo!" Cisco told him urgently.
"Naaah, trust me on this, Cisco, cats an' goo--"
"BALA KUJO!" Cisco said, squirming harder.
Roch just stared at him, not letting him loose, but not hurting him, either. "Cisco," he said in a calm tone. "Behave." There was just the tiniest bit of a raise in FEAR coming from the alumni, not enough to scare the boil, but enough to have him stop screaming and starting to sniffle pathetically.
"Bala kujo," Cisco whimpered.
"Y'can play with our puppy when we get home--speakin' of which, was that your England's Bull that escaped earlier?" he asked Mei. Completely ignoring the fact he used a minipet training trick on his kid.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 10:27 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 11:05 am
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The punk let out a shameless laugh. "They're terrible, ain't they?" he said with a huge grin. "I love the jackers, try t'give as many away as I can, even. The world needs more slobber in it, if y'ask me." Why yes, he WAS a reaper, not a monster, but that didn't seem to bother him at all.
He re-situated Cisco on his hip, a thoughtful look on his face. For a second he honestly considered asking her to be his date for Danny's wedding. She would make a good shield to hide behind. But that was the coward's way out--if he was going to bring a shield, he needed a less innocent one.
Still the coward's way out, but hell, he didn't want to make a massive scene in the middle of Danny's wedding if he could help it. "So... nobody spars anymore?" he asked, changing the subject in his head.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 11:12 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 11:17 am
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"Ain't that the truth," he drawled. "But it'd help keep them alive when big things happen. Aw, hell, I can't say anything. I LIKED to spar. I had a regular sparring night and everything back when I was in school," he admitted, a little grin pulling at his lips. "Even challenged kids in higher grades than me."
He shook his head and shrugged. "No use for it nowadays, though, most of the bars I play come with their own bouncers. Think I've gotten rusty." He glanced at his watch, checking the time. "I should get going, though," he admitted. "I promised my pop I'd work a shift tonight."
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