sliceitwithwind | Terren Apples

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Terren Apples - Kiddie AU

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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Dilan blinked at her, "Yeah. A little bit of computer engineering from me and Pierce, a low-level illusion spell courtesy of Braig, we'll look awesome."

Braig rolled his eyes at Aya, then mumbled, "Fantastic four. Pierce gets to be Mr. Fantastic, I get to be Johnny, Dilan is," siiiiiigh from Dilan, "the Thing, you'd be Sue."

"What about those guys at the summer con that were disenchanting costumes?" Aya asked. They'd have to find a decent counter for it, like squirt guns full of lemon juice or something.

Pierce blinked, then cackled. "We'd be married Aya!"

"Like, if they can dispell my illusions I'll buy you a new car." Braig said, "Hell, I'll buy both of you new cars."

Dilan was nomming. SO NOMMING NUMMY NUMMY NUMMY...he was already down one of his pizzas.

Aya was eating between talking, so she wasn't a whole pizza down yet but it was still well on it's way to that! "Hey, anything is possible! You're not the Guinness world record holder or anything!" Aya elbowed him gently and laughed. "Plus we went to a lot of trouble to find a car Dilan fits in comfortably, why would we replace that?"

Pierce just snorted. "No, but he did needle the graphs in the college magic test rooms. They both did." He...wasn't suppose to know that lalalala.

"So you'd have your own." Braig said, ruffling her hair, "I know you've been eyeing those hybrids."

"Heeeeyyyyyy..." Dilan said, "How'd you find out?"

"What good is a car you guys can't fit in?" Aya asked, swatting at his hand playfully. "If I'm going somewhere alone I can bike or bus."

Pierce had his mouth full of pizza lalalala! Pierce had his methods!

"I fit." sigh for being, like, short.

Dilan piped up with, "Actually there're some hybrid cars being made down South! It's Wapshut make, big enough for even Dahnil!"

"Well, yeah, but then we'd be ditching Braig." Aya pointed out, passing his pizza box so he could refill his plate.

"Okay, okay, we can shop for big hybrids if it comes to that okay! I give up!"

"Seriously, Pierce, how'd you find out? Not cool, man. They've been talking about classifying our scores!" Dilan looked askance at Aya when he said that, "Especially Braig's. I'm just an Air prodigy."

Pierce swallowed, took a sip from one of the two liters that arrived, then blinked at them. "Yeah, but not classified yet man. Some of your teachers are on message boards asking about how such a thing could be faked you know? I"m in boards that follow electronics where people asked about recalibrating the Toska Scales. Those are heavy duty, I wanted to know why...I maaaaay be showing up at your college to assist a calibration."

"Oh..." Dilan hissed and hacked his way through some truly filthy Katzu curses.

Braig flopped backwards on the bed ("Hey! Don't get cheese on the bed!") and said; "Ma-an, I so don't want to have to take those again. Such a drag."

"Hey, hey, chill dudes. They want to make ultra sure nothing is going wrong with shit before you guys get slapped with classified stickers! That's a good thing!" Pierce snorted and waved a breadstick like a pointer for emphasis. "Sure, a pain, but you gotta be really badass to make teachers and faculty scramble like that!"

Aya just rolled her eyes and passed chicken wings to anyone who wanted to share them. "Well, they're awesome."

"Well, duh." Braig said, "It's just that the fuckin' tests take way too much time away from important things." Like sex, drugs, and homework.

"Thanks, Aya." Nom nom nom chickens nom.

"Oh boo-hoo. You can be uber country secrets and you're whining about losing some time." Pierce was NOT sympathetic. "Are you telling me that you can't actually schedule around some tests?! Where did the geniuses I know go?"

Mmmm, chickens.

Braig sighed, "Dude...when we graduate we're gonna be, like. Slammed into a lifetime of having our lives scheduled around other people's needs. Can you really blame us for wanting to live for a while first?"

Hmmm, thinking face, thinking face..."Yep!" See, not a hard one that! "That is kind of what being a student entails. As geniuses, guys, you will have a lot more freedom once you're promoted and can hire your own peons. Buck up, I'm not helping calibrate one of the bitchiest pieces of equipment in the world so you can WHINE." Jerks.

Aya...just laughed. So hard.

Braig shrugged and shook his head, "Gonna have to, like, agree to disagree."

Dilan leaned over until his head was on Aya's knee and opened his mouth. Feed him, he's cute?

"I guess so. Still, it'll be nice to tinker with a Toska anyway. Thanks for the opportunity guys." Pierce was a geek. His love was easy to buy!

And Aya was happy to let Dilan chew on her chicken bones? It was eating the whole chicken! It was awesome! And, well, then she'd switch to his pizza.

Crunchy, crunchy bones. Dilan was so ignoring the older guys at this point.

"Dude. If you really want to tinker with things you should ask Dilan about the set-up he's got going with his computer."

"Touch and die, halfsie."

Aya was generally in the ignore phase too. It was fun to feed Dilan!

Pierce snorted. "I know better. I like all my fingers thank you!" Really, he was fond of all ten! No favorites! "Besides, it's a lot more fun to poke through things that others around you don't understand!"

Dilan did like being fed, yes.

"Heh. Maybe the two of you should, like, build something together. Oh, hey, tell Dilan about the web crawler thingy."

"...Web crawler thingy. Braig, we gotta teach you terminology."

"It works."

Pierce was...not looking at the happy pair on the floor. Really, how did he miss that? HOW?! They were like...a neophyte trio already. Creepy that he could miss it. "Ah, yeah, web crawler thingy for the programming impaired." Pierce snorted and waved a hand.

"So, like, there's really creepy fan sites out there for all three of you. I've been nuking them as I find them but we should write a web crawl program to seek them out and melt them."

Braig looked at Pierce and grinned a little. Yeah.

"Dude. Yeah, we should. Send me an e-mail with what you've already got," Pierce already has something, that's a given, "and I'll see if I can add anything to it." Because Dilan is smarter than Pierce, but Pierce is a specialist. Dilan understands that Pierce does know more than him about many computer things and almost all security related things. It's damn possible that he won't be able to add a thing to Pierce's program...and he doesn't mind that.

Messed up dude. Messed. Up. Poor Braig. OH LOOK TIME TO EAT ANOTHER SLICE OF PIZZA!

"Oh, yeah, sure. I've been poking at things ta home but the real idea only came to me tonight so there isn't much to share yet. It's the parameters of the engine that will be the biggest issue I think, because there are also sites that just keep track of you guys in an 'up and coming geniuses' kinda way you know?"

"Yeah." Dilan said, thinking and tapping his fingers against his thigh as he did so. Tomato sauce is fruit sauce, after all. "Hmmm. I'll think about that, see if I can help. Although if the words nude or naked show up it's a good bet that it should be nuked."

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