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maskormenace2020-01-08 07:12 pm
killtime) wrote in maskormenace2020-01-08 07:12 pm
VIDEO
[ The camera angle is. Bad. This is a person who does not know how to use their communicator well. They probably can't even take a proper selfie. All that's showing is a pair of combat boots moving around in the grass — someone's backyard? — and in the distance, much farther out, a tree that (oddly enough) has a single board nailed to it for a reason only the gods know. It's not even nailed on straight.
The boots stop wandering. It's quiet for a moment.
Then there's a thwip, almost like the sound of a rubber band, and a thunk moments later, as an arrow hits the crooked board, dead center.
Unceremoniously then, a woman's voice: ]
Any of you know shit about teenagers?
[ Another thunk. A second arrow, its head practically kissing the first where it strikes. ]
What do normal fifteen-year-olds do these days?
[ Thunk. A third arrow. Three for three.
A mutter then, half to herself: ]
Fuck. Probably better get around to the whole "birds and bees" thing.
The boots stop wandering. It's quiet for a moment.
Then there's a thwip, almost like the sound of a rubber band, and a thunk moments later, as an arrow hits the crooked board, dead center.
Unceremoniously then, a woman's voice: ]
Any of you know shit about teenagers?
[ Another thunk. A second arrow, its head practically kissing the first where it strikes. ]
What do normal fifteen-year-olds do these days?
[ Thunk. A third arrow. Three for three.
A mutter then, half to herself: ]
Fuck. Probably better get around to the whole "birds and bees" thing.
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A bit dryly then: ]
You are the expert.
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Low blow, Andy. ]
Just trying to help. Life was not great for me at that age, so anything I can do to make it easier for him I'm happy to do.
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You mean you weren't already zipping around the galaxy, kicking the Empire in the balls by fifteen?
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No. I wasn’t. Zipping around, yeah. But for a lot less honour than I’d like to put name to.
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Rebellious phase?
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Something like that. Let's just say I'm glad I grew out of it and can put it behind me forever.
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Yeah. Have I mentioned enough times how I don't really want to relive it? Or do I need to drive that message home even harder.
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... Yeah. He does know she won't pry. He's just so edgy around her, lately. ]
Yeah, yeah. Alright. Anyway my point was, if you need help with Martin, just let me know. I don't mind.
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It isn’t what she means, he’s pretty sure. And if he wasn’t already on such rocky ground with her, it wouldn’t even phase him. It would come off as the joke as it was meant. But he is on rocky ground and he knows it.
And he feels like he just got demoted from being part of the family to being outside of it again. Not that he’d ever managed to super believe he was in it, in the first place, but she and Rex had certainly seemed to want to make him feel that he was.
But if he was family, then there was nothing in this damn galaxy he wouldn’t do for them, and he would never resent doing it. He couldn’t be taken advantage of because he was a part of it, too.
But maybe that had all been him fooling himself in the first place. ]
... Literally impossible.
[ It comes a couple seconds too late to feel as light as the apparent tone would make it. He tries to shrug it off.
And then, half because he can’t leave well wnough alone and half because he wants to dare her to refute him: ]
That’s what family is for, right?
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Depends on the family.
[ A half-beat then. ]
If you're going to come over to talk to Martin, you might as well bring groceries.
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Yeah, he'll take it. ]
Sure. Actual vegetables and some cheese for Martin, coming right up.