Terren Apples - Kiddie AU

[sliceitwithwind]

Braig was out of the room when Dilan peeked back in, finally. He grabbed the bag, which over the course of packing had taken on capital letters; The Bag. It had the G-strings with their fake fig leaves, the apples, Aya's clear bra, and the container that held one comfortably dozing snake.

Dilan had checked, it was fine to keep the snake curled up in there for the couple of hours it had taken...and he'd checked on it every time they stopped. Still a very large snake. Very large. He poked the remaining lump in the bed, "Aya! He's out!"

He dropped her share of stuff on the bed and started stripping with absolutely no regard for modesty. Not that he'd ever had any. The usual array of noises that occurred after every waxing were made, along with giggles. (Manly giggles.)

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[mitochondriaaya]

"You are sick. Sick and deranged." He shook his head, glanced up at the sky for patience, and staggered next to Braig. "What I said about the bus? Counts for this too if you die you know."

Just saying.

Yep, footsteps behind them!

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yeah, yeah." he groused, turning to look at the owner of the footsteps.

It was a big guy, of COURSE it was a big guy, who was holding a knife like he knew what to do with it.

"Wallets."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Huh, well, of course." Pierce turned as well, fumbling at his pockets. "Dude, where did I leave mine? I know the moogle got paid..."

Pat, pat, grin. "Can't say no to the bobbles you know? You don't pay and they meld you with something weird..."

[sliceitwithwind]

Braig just...grinned...and stood up straight, "Naaaah. I don't think so. Y'know, it's one of those things where I just don't support thievery."

[mitochondriaaya]

"What he means to say is that he thinks you're an ugly mother you know? And you should get a respectable job doing something useful like boot shining or dancing at a club or something." Cause people were into the weirdest shit sometimes.

"And you smell."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Really smell." Braig agreed, half dancing on his toes as the big guy looked more and more angry,

"Gimme your fuckin' wallets!"

[mitochondriaaya]

"Can't find it you know? I tried man, I mean, I'm just a programmer and shit. You could break me like a toothpick." Easy peasy even.

"Him on the other hand...he bites."

[sliceitwithwind]

"I really fuckin' do." Braig agreed, beckoning, "C'mon. Lets do this."

The big guy, who was obviously not very bright, raised his knife into fighting position and came at them.

[mitochondriaaya]

See, in times like these Pierce knew he wasn't the best guy to have on hand. He wasn't a belted anything, but what he could do was keep an eye on that knife! "Left side, high!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"I see it." Braig practically trilled, using his lack-of-height to slide in under the arm and begin administering a beat-down.

The mugger, after all, lacked anything resembling Nevada's training.

At the end of it Braig was bleeding from several shallow wounds, but the mugger was unconscious.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Making sure dude. You know what they'd do to me if you lost an eye or something?!" Pierce had...stepped back during the brief, vicious beat down. Best to stay clear after all. "I have the cops now, you want to be on scene when they get here for the hunk of meat?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yeah, yeah. I'm not going to lose an eye." He slapped a hand over one of the deeper cuts, "I better be on hand. If I'm not, Aya will fucking kill me."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Cool, then we stay. I'll sit on him, you...eh, bleed. Want a cure? I can do a small one, close that up some?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Nah. I should let the EMTs look at it." You know, so that he doesn't get charged with attacking. "Fuck, though, my face hurts."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Well, yeah, knife. And you should probably look at the knife make sure there wasn't anything weird on it." Because he wouldn't put it past the idiot to have a poisoned blade.

[sliceitwithwind]

"That's...a good idea." Braig agreed, kneeling down without touching the knife to look at it. There was a suspicious film on it, one that made him frown.

"I hope the cops get here quickly. I don't like the look of that."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Dude, if you start twitching or something I am slapping a Cure on you, report or no." Because that wasn't cool at all. "Oh, hey, did you ever pick up Detox spells? That could help!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"That'd be good." Braig agreed, blinking and then sitting down. He wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, the bloodloss, or the stuff on the knife. "Mmmmaybe you should, like, call Dilan and Aya."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Detox man, now. My classes didn't have it." He shook Braig's shoulders then glanced at his phone. "They'll want to come, Braig. What can they do?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Neither did mine. Dilan's good at it. I only have basic cure." Woah spinny woahhhh.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Right, calling him then. Don't you DARE pass out on my man." Pierce dialed Dilan from memory and really HOPED the man wasn't drunk or something too. "Yo, it's me. Braig kinda got in a fight after the bar and the blade maaay have been poisoned. You know detox right?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"I'm not passing out." Braig insisted, although he looked like he might be lying.

"WHAT?! HE WHAT?! Aya, wake up! We gotta go! Where are you? Pants pants pants..."

[mitochondriaaya]

He rattled off their location as easily as he had for the cops then moved to prop Braig up, ego be damned.

Aya flailed awake then rubbed her eyes. What time is it? What's...he? Where Braig?!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Bleeding by the side of the road!" Pants! No, those are Aya's, he flung them at her and found hakama to throw on, and a long coat, "Grab my bag, they're at Fourth and Everest. Meet up with me. Grab the key, too." Then Dilan was running at top speed, vaulting people and using the stairs because it was faster.

Braig, meanwhile, bowed to necessity and used Pierce. "I...do not feel okay."

[mitochondriaaya]

Pierce patted Braig's shoulder. "Dilan and Aya are coming, so are EMTs, so relax. It's okay, someone will be here to help soon."

As for Aya, well, "WHAT?" Yep, pants time. And she could totally use her sleep shirt as an actual shirt so she could pelt after Dilan with his bag in tow. Bag and key, she had that too! And yes, she'd catch up because she was fast but a katzu at full speed was faster.