sliceitwithwind | Terren Apples

Aya offered the snake to Dilan and knelt so the kids could pick apples quietly. Much more quietly.

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Pierce helped! In that way where he gave mook #2 a swift kick in the nuts. "Okay, dragging to security now. No more, stop, aggravated assault is not the goal here today."

Dilan passed out apples as well, smiling and waving and generally not getting petted.

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Braig nodded, "I'll get security. You...stand there. You don't let them fucking move."

When there was obvious risk of petting Aya started them walking again, taking the snake back and heading them toward the area roped off for celebrity signings. At least there the crowd tended to be contained in lines?

Made sense to her.

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"Roger. Watching. Totally will stomp them if they twitch." Pierce saluted sloppily and glared down at the wonder twins on the floor. Yes, he was seeing his con budget going down the drain into bar tabs now...and it was their fault.

Yep.

"Hurry." Or he might start kicking.

"Autographs?" a couple of people asked as they walked, and more picture flashing. Dilan...preened. Yeah, he loved it.

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Braig headed off and returned before Aya and Dilan ever made it to the roped off area. "Here. He swung. Witnesses. The blond is with me."

"Of course," Aya allowed. And yes, she signed it as 'Eve, of Terran Apples'. And posed when Dilan paused. She was using his innate kitty camera senses to her advantage!

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"Yep, idiot there swung. Buddy tried. Can we go now?" Pierce was...watching Braig. Just in case. Boy was dangerous after all and maaaaybe a little emotional right now. "Oh, and the creepers were headed for the Terran Apple couple there."

Dilan signed as 'Adam, of Terran Apples' in his turn and hugged Aya out of pure glee. So. Much. Fun.

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Maybe a little? Very. Very very very. "Mine." he rumbled again, when Pierce mentioned Aya and Braig, although it was low enough that only the Olia member of Security glanced at him.

There was a good spot between two roped off sections! That meant no one could come up behind them, and security was a little heavier. It also meant the adoring mob was not blocking vendors!

"Bet you can beat out the signings next to us if you eat your next apple slowly..."

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"Yeah, he's had a rough day." Pierce threw his arm around Braig's shoulders and nodded. "We're leaving too. Have fun, bye now." Time to walk them out, yep.

"Heh. Gimme." Dilan held out his hand for the next apple, then scrubbed it against his chest and began nomming slowly. Very slowly. Nom nom nom.

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Braig had, at least, hit shock. He trailed along with Pierce, "They're naked." close enough to, anyway.

"Yours. I'll eat one in a bit." Aya grinned, passed one over from her finger tips, and rested her hip against his leg, watching the crowd as a great many of them fell into...staring. Near hypnotized staring.

Score.

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"No, looked like fig leaves, a clear bra, lots of hair and a snake. That's more dressed than public beaches." Pierce patted his shoulder again and then shoved him into a taxi. A taxi driver would know a good bar for...tonight. Not an up scale establishment.

Nom, nom, nom...also prrrp! prrrp! prrrp! Dilan lowered his eyelashes and smiled through his apple.

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"I need a drink. Or eleven."

Dilan made adorable noises. And it got sighs, and looks and...some of the onlookers might be palming their apples to offer to Dilan later, when he wasn't being guarded by a girl with a snake!

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"Yeah, we're gonna do that. Wanna fill me in on wat the fuck yet?"

Dilan was going to be SO HIGH later. So high.

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"Booze first. I can't...talk about it without. Oh, fuck me."

So sugar buzzed! He'd have to sneak out for his extra apples, else Aya would fret! Or he could accept donations if Aya went to the pool or something.

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"No, not my type, though damn the hair is tempting." Pierce snorted and thumped Braig's shoulder again before slouching back on the taxi seat. "Sure man. We'll drink a lot. It'll be funny when even you can't walk!"

All of the above, man. All of the above.

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"It is sexy, badass hair." Braig agreed, sighing. The taxi dumped them out near a bar far enough away from the con that it didn't have anyone in cosplay gear around, upscale enough that they probably wouldn't end up in a bar brawl. Unless Braig got belligerent.

Well, Pierce wasn't sure that a bar brawl would be a bad thing at this point...but hey, clean bar was nice. "Yeah, it is. Makes me want to grow mine longer, 'cept then I'd run into the whole 'wow, the computer fan is eating my head during repairs' thing." Bar, meet Braig. Braig, Bar.

"Shots, here, now! Anything by moogles!" Pierce called, thumping the bar.

"Yeah, besides you have human hair. It tangles more." he pointed out, "Much higher maintenance than mine."

He stared at the wall for a moment, then informed the Moogle behind the bar; "Ku kuupo kupo po pooo ku." garnering a shocked look, then a tiiiiiny glass is put in front of him, the Moogle slides on goggles and gloves and an apron and then caaarreeefully pours less than half an ounce of a turquoise liquid into it.

Braig slams the thing back without blinking.

"Half-Olia," Pierce corrected. Then he glanced at the moogle, "Yeah, he's gonna need more than that. Guy's like a sponge with mild altering substances." Just saying.

"And I'd like something less likely to destroy my entire concept of reality."

"...Riiiiiigh'." Well. That shit hit like a brick, and he was already losing some consonants. He knew what he ordered. The Moogle shrugged and said, "Kupo kuuuu."

Pierce gets a shot of the same stuff that has Braig's eyes glazing over, as Braig says; "I am ma'ly in love wi' them. Both of them."

Pierce lifted his glass and sniffed it carefully, hoping to whatever powers would listen that he'd still have nose hairs left afterward. Waaaait. "Both. Two. Much younger than you." Pierce outlined.

Also..."What is this? Am I gonna pee green for a week after?"

"I know." it was miserable, "No. Bu' you won' be able t' taste anything bu' mint all nigh'. Too young, think I'm their damn brother, but 's them or nobody. No' for long-term." he tilted his head and said, "If you tell them I will ram your arms into your mouth up to the shoulders."

"I can deal with mint." Fuck manly appearances, he was going to sip his drink thank you.

"And I won't tell them. Shit, I'm wondering why I didn't notice. You...hover like you know?" Hover, and fret, and drag them off together and..."Dude, you sleep with them!" Both! At once! He'd seen it!

"Well, yeah, but there's nothing sexual about that." Because Braig takes VERY cold showers, "It's just...we've always done that. I try not to hover and fret and shit. I try to let them have what they need and not just what I need."

"Nerves of steel man," he was impressed. In that..."You're a masochist." kind of way.

Siiiiip. Oh, fuck. He didn't know if this drink was good or already killing brain cells. Damn. "How long man?"

"No. Masochists enjoy it. I...enjoy not having my mom eviscerate me and then Nevada kill me if I fuck them up, even by accident."

A moment of silence, then Braig started on the beer provided by the nice Moogle, "Ever since Aya fell into the lion's den. She was six. Dilan went in after her. My fucking heart stopped and I swear I didn't breathe until they were both out again."

"Yeah, from what I heard of Nevada, he'd make one violent ghost. You'd be lucky if he didn't salt your stomach when your mom was done." Pierce snorted, then ended up coughing as the fumes from the earlier sniff hit his sinuses, hard.

Ouch.

Awesome.

Minty.

"Shiiiiiit. That's a lot of years Braig. A whole lot. And like...triple digits in girlfriends."

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