not quite a trifecta....
Oct. 6th, 2008 08:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lavandarlizard2but close enough, I hope. ^_____^
I've wrung out the carpets again and the towels are drying, so I thought I'd celebrate that tiny accomplishment. Hey, I'll take my victories where I can find them and whatever size. ^.o
So, some more BFB before I go out to joust with the hopelessness of job-hunting. o_^
Duo led the way out of the crypt and parked Michael on the stone wall near the outside portal. The kid was angry, disappointed, frustrated and trying very hard and very obviously not to break down and cry. Duo understood that feeling pretty well by now. No sense in rubbing it in by forcing him to face the females before he’d gotten himself under control.
“I hate him! How could he do that to Ctik?! Ctik’s cool! He never makes demands or tells us how to do things – why the fuck would Dad try to destroy him?!” he exploded thickly.
Duo sat next to him, hooking one heel on the edge of the wall and resting his arms on his knee. “I think… probably he wasn’t really thinking at all, just reacting. Miles did something incredibly stupid and his first reaction was to cover it up. According to Heero, his father, Theodore, was the same way.”
“I don’t remember Grandpa Ted much,” Michael muttered. “Just that Grandma Vee was upset with him about something and divorced him. He died when I was about four. Mom and Dad and Matthew went to the funeral, but Breeze and I got to stay home from school… Matthew told us that Dad cried…”
“Hm. Well, the problem was that Theodore did some fancy financial dancing with the family money and then refused to turn loose when Vivian and Ctik asked him to. Ctik called the Bureau of Sorcery and asked for help and my boss sent Heero.” He smirked to himself at the thought of that meeting. “Heero convinced Theodore that relinquishing control was the right thing to do.”
Michael snorted and Duo glanced at him. Nose red, eyes somewhat red and a little wet, but no visible leaking; good. He didn’t really know what to do with leaking; he much preferred if other people would ignore it when it happened to him, but other people, Human people might expect some sort of… notice.
“Figures,” Michael grumbled. “Must run in the family. Or at least on Dad’s side.” He sat up and looked over at Duo suddenly. “Did your father ever do anything so lame?”
Well. That was unexpected. Duo blinked. Blinked again.
“Um… I don’t have the same references, I’m afraid. My father wasn’t around when I was young, and my Clan isn’t very… financial. We dealt more in barter.”
“Oh.” He subsided once again to hunch over his knees, head in his hands. “Fuck. I can’t believe he did that… Fathers are supposed to be role models. I don’t wanna be like him.”
“There’s no reason for you to be like your father; none at all.”
“What; you’ve never heard of ‘the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree’?”
Duo rolled his eyes. “Depends on the tree you’re talking about. Just because he contributed half your DNA doesn’t mean that’s all you are. I haven’t heard anything squirrely about your mother. She seems to be pretty responsible and she’s the other half of you.”
“I guess…” He rubbed at his eyes.
Duo sat in silence for a few minutes, not sure whether to talk or just be a warm presence. Maybe he needed a class in crisis management. Or maybe he could call one of the Wizards for help. Humans were so hard sometimes… He knew that from his time wandering. Funny, though, he’d never really been bothered by the drama back then… Maybe he was different, or maybe he was growing up and growing away from his adolescent self.
Huh. That was both enlightening and mildly depressing.
I've wrung out the carpets again and the towels are drying, so I thought I'd celebrate that tiny accomplishment. Hey, I'll take my victories where I can find them and whatever size. ^.o
So, some more BFB before I go out to joust with the hopelessness of job-hunting. o_^
Duo led the way out of the crypt and parked Michael on the stone wall near the outside portal. The kid was angry, disappointed, frustrated and trying very hard and very obviously not to break down and cry. Duo understood that feeling pretty well by now. No sense in rubbing it in by forcing him to face the females before he’d gotten himself under control.
“I hate him! How could he do that to Ctik?! Ctik’s cool! He never makes demands or tells us how to do things – why the fuck would Dad try to destroy him?!” he exploded thickly.
Duo sat next to him, hooking one heel on the edge of the wall and resting his arms on his knee. “I think… probably he wasn’t really thinking at all, just reacting. Miles did something incredibly stupid and his first reaction was to cover it up. According to Heero, his father, Theodore, was the same way.”
“I don’t remember Grandpa Ted much,” Michael muttered. “Just that Grandma Vee was upset with him about something and divorced him. He died when I was about four. Mom and Dad and Matthew went to the funeral, but Breeze and I got to stay home from school… Matthew told us that Dad cried…”
“Hm. Well, the problem was that Theodore did some fancy financial dancing with the family money and then refused to turn loose when Vivian and Ctik asked him to. Ctik called the Bureau of Sorcery and asked for help and my boss sent Heero.” He smirked to himself at the thought of that meeting. “Heero convinced Theodore that relinquishing control was the right thing to do.”
Michael snorted and Duo glanced at him. Nose red, eyes somewhat red and a little wet, but no visible leaking; good. He didn’t really know what to do with leaking; he much preferred if other people would ignore it when it happened to him, but other people, Human people might expect some sort of… notice.
“Figures,” Michael grumbled. “Must run in the family. Or at least on Dad’s side.” He sat up and looked over at Duo suddenly. “Did your father ever do anything so lame?”
Well. That was unexpected. Duo blinked. Blinked again.
“Um… I don’t have the same references, I’m afraid. My father wasn’t around when I was young, and my Clan isn’t very… financial. We dealt more in barter.”
“Oh.” He subsided once again to hunch over his knees, head in his hands. “Fuck. I can’t believe he did that… Fathers are supposed to be role models. I don’t wanna be like him.”
“There’s no reason for you to be like your father; none at all.”
“What; you’ve never heard of ‘the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree’?”
Duo rolled his eyes. “Depends on the tree you’re talking about. Just because he contributed half your DNA doesn’t mean that’s all you are. I haven’t heard anything squirrely about your mother. She seems to be pretty responsible and she’s the other half of you.”
“I guess…” He rubbed at his eyes.
Duo sat in silence for a few minutes, not sure whether to talk or just be a warm presence. Maybe he needed a class in crisis management. Or maybe he could call one of the Wizards for help. Humans were so hard sometimes… He knew that from his time wandering. Funny, though, he’d never really been bothered by the drama back then… Maybe he was different, or maybe he was growing up and growing away from his adolescent self.
Huh. That was both enlightening and mildly depressing.
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Date: 2008-10-06 05:50 pm (UTC)Michael seems to be a pretty good kid. Let's hope it stays that way.
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Date: 2008-10-06 05:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-06 06:33 pm (UTC)A bit of oversight probably would not be amiss. ^___~
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Date: 2008-10-06 10:22 pm (UTC)*hugs* Good luck with the job hunting!
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Date: 2008-10-07 02:00 am (UTC)I already had one WTF?! episode today, so I'm back to being grumpy. =p
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Date: 2008-10-07 11:06 am (UTC)*pets* I'm sorry!
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Date: 2008-10-07 12:24 am (UTC)Duo and the leaking. *snort* I hate leaking... from both sides. >_>
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Date: 2008-10-07 02:08 am (UTC)I swept out the bed today and swept off what I could reach of the bumper, took the license plate off and swept under that, too. Still blotting... Wish I could just leave the windows open and let the air help dry it, but I don't dare in this neighborhood. Hey, maybe I should check the car washes for a job? ^____^
So far, he's not running away screaming, so he's doing better than a lot of guys. ^___^