it appears to be... Monday... O.O
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lavandarlizard2This is NOT the finish of Part 101, but it is the finish of the trip to New York. Yes, I know; the Part has grown to epic proportions. I'm not sure how that happened... although, I have been reading Ion again, so maybe Sunny's plot bunnies have been talking to my plot bunnies. O.o Giving them ideas... >_>
In any case, a bit more of BFB. ^___^ Up next time: The Haircut. O_o
BFB - Part 101 - Blood Ties
“Are we flying all the way home?” Duo asked after making himself comfortable in Heero’s arms.
“No. Only as far as the city. I want a coffee and I’d rather not have the porter popping into the middle of nowhere again. Draws attention.”
“Ah. Gotcha.” He reached up and kissed the side of Heero’s snout. “Thanks for being low-key to Michael.”
“Hn. His world is turning itself inside out; I have no desire to add to the confusion, angst and dramatics.” He nuzzled Duo’s ear and slurped his tongue over the side of his face – Dragon kisses, Duo called it.
“How was Miles at the bank?”
“Shitty. Pouty. Whiny. Expected behavior. I was sorely tempted to just drop him in the river.”
“At least he hasn’t gotten away totally. I’ll bet Gisela is going to rip him a new one.”
“She was telling him to pack and get out when I left,” Heero smirked.
“Really?! Wow! I knew she was mad, but I didn’t think she’d actually throw him out… Still… He stole from Ctik and from the kids, and that’s not exactly forgivable. You think she’ll stick to that? Or change her mind later?”
“Somehow, I do not believe she is going to change her mind. I think this is just the most recent of many incidents.”
“Miles is a damn jerk. Michael told me he was afraid of becoming like Miles when he’s grown.”
“What?! Why?”
“Because ‘the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree’.”
“Nonsense,” Heero snorted.
“That’s what I told him. I reminded him that he’s an apple off his mother’s tree, too, and she’s not wormy. Michael needs some kind of structure, I think… He’s interested in forensics as a career, and he needs a little guidance.”
“Forensics, hmm… Duo, do you think he would like to visit a real crime lab? Might that help to… solidify his dreams?”
“It might; what did you have in mind?”
“The New York City police department owes us a favor…”
“Oh… What a great idea! I’ll call Ryo after we sort out Ctik; he’ll know who I can talk to about arranging it.” He wrapped himself even tighter around Heero’s neck. “I’ll bet Michael will love it! And Ctik too.”
Heero dropped toward the ground then, swooping into a fast landing next to a large building. Once on the ground, he changed back and set Duo on his feet, giving him a hard kiss. “I’ve wanted to do that ever since Miles started shrieking in my ears.”
“Fine by me,” Duo murmured happily.
Heero pulled out his phone and called the port room, requesting a porter to their location in about fifteen minutes. Arrangements made, he closed the phone and vanished it to his other-space and took Duo’s hand.
“Shopping center? I don’t see a coffee place…”
“Inside. They’ve planted Starbucks inside Target stores.”
“Really? Huh. They really are every-damn-where. I’ll have a mocha frap; want me to grab a table?”
“Please. Our port will be LaVonda; she’s usually prompt.”
In any case, a bit more of BFB. ^___^ Up next time: The Haircut. O_o
BFB - Part 101 - Blood Ties
“Are we flying all the way home?” Duo asked after making himself comfortable in Heero’s arms.
“No. Only as far as the city. I want a coffee and I’d rather not have the porter popping into the middle of nowhere again. Draws attention.”
“Ah. Gotcha.” He reached up and kissed the side of Heero’s snout. “Thanks for being low-key to Michael.”
“Hn. His world is turning itself inside out; I have no desire to add to the confusion, angst and dramatics.” He nuzzled Duo’s ear and slurped his tongue over the side of his face – Dragon kisses, Duo called it.
“How was Miles at the bank?”
“Shitty. Pouty. Whiny. Expected behavior. I was sorely tempted to just drop him in the river.”
“At least he hasn’t gotten away totally. I’ll bet Gisela is going to rip him a new one.”
“She was telling him to pack and get out when I left,” Heero smirked.
“Really?! Wow! I knew she was mad, but I didn’t think she’d actually throw him out… Still… He stole from Ctik and from the kids, and that’s not exactly forgivable. You think she’ll stick to that? Or change her mind later?”
“Somehow, I do not believe she is going to change her mind. I think this is just the most recent of many incidents.”
“Miles is a damn jerk. Michael told me he was afraid of becoming like Miles when he’s grown.”
“What?! Why?”
“Because ‘the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree’.”
“Nonsense,” Heero snorted.
“That’s what I told him. I reminded him that he’s an apple off his mother’s tree, too, and she’s not wormy. Michael needs some kind of structure, I think… He’s interested in forensics as a career, and he needs a little guidance.”
“Forensics, hmm… Duo, do you think he would like to visit a real crime lab? Might that help to… solidify his dreams?”
“It might; what did you have in mind?”
“The New York City police department owes us a favor…”
“Oh… What a great idea! I’ll call Ryo after we sort out Ctik; he’ll know who I can talk to about arranging it.” He wrapped himself even tighter around Heero’s neck. “I’ll bet Michael will love it! And Ctik too.”
Heero dropped toward the ground then, swooping into a fast landing next to a large building. Once on the ground, he changed back and set Duo on his feet, giving him a hard kiss. “I’ve wanted to do that ever since Miles started shrieking in my ears.”
“Fine by me,” Duo murmured happily.
Heero pulled out his phone and called the port room, requesting a porter to their location in about fifteen minutes. Arrangements made, he closed the phone and vanished it to his other-space and took Duo’s hand.
“Shopping center? I don’t see a coffee place…”
“Inside. They’ve planted Starbucks inside Target stores.”
“Really? Huh. They really are every-damn-where. I’ll have a mocha frap; want me to grab a table?”
“Please. Our port will be LaVonda; she’s usually prompt.”
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Date: 2008-11-20 02:46 am (UTC)Flutteragon is festive for the season, I guess. ^___^
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Date: 2008-11-18 01:11 am (UTC)Starbucks sounds really good right now...
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Date: 2008-11-18 03:53 am (UTC)mmmmmm...... Starbuck's.....
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Date: 2008-11-19 08:31 pm (UTC)did you make them both?
BTW, I checked and I can still see purple tail - want me to mail it to you so you can re-upload it?
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Date: 2008-11-19 08:42 pm (UTC)I have purple; maybe the LJ move had something to do with it. I'll just hang onto fluttragon until January. ^___^
I did not make them; found them both many millennia ago. ^___^ I am unfortunately not good at icons. >.<