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 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."

"Well, yeah, that's the easy shit." Pierce snorted. Really Dilan, he KNEW that part! "It's the subtle ones you have to catch without nuking good sites. And I tend to shut down anything about Aya on general principals because she really doesn't want to deal with it, plus being underage and all."

Aya blinked and chewed on her last chicken wing. "Huh. Thanks? I guess?" Weird.

Dilan grinned without looking up at the snort. "I know. Although, honestly, I wouldn't be too broken up if there were nothing on me. As many seem to be about the freakishness of my existence as are about the freakishness of my brain."

"I'm good with whatever." Braig added, after kicking Dilan in the ribs for calling himself a freak.

"Yeah, but a lot of katzu sites keep track of you too, and that's important." Pierce countered easily. It tied into the whole 'possible hope of a new clan' thing. There weren't many katzu sites, granted, but there were enough to be a valid argument.

And Aya was frowning down at the katzu in her lap and dangling the last chicken bones. "You and your brain are awesome. Repeat."

"Yeah." From the morose tone, Dilan was expecting that. Still didn't mean he was happy about it. "Me and my brain are awesome gimme-the-bones!"

"Dude, don't worry. I've managed far greater feats!" Pierce grinned and shot him a thumbs up for confidence!

Aya snorted and gave him the bones. "Remember it kitten!"

Snap snap snap! Dilan lunged far enough up that he was able to lick her fingers clean before his head hit her thigh again. Crunch, crunch, crunch!

"...I never, ever get used to him moving like that." Braig admitted.

Aya DIDN'T jump! Nope. Sometimes she did but given she'd been dangling chicken bones she'd half expected it. "Awww, it isn't so bad!" Said the girl wiping her fingers on Dilan's shirt. "Just never forget that he moves like that right?" It was...cat logic.

"Totally won the halfsy lotto." Pierce muttered.

Dilan crunched for another minute, then pointed out, "Yeah, but you can use all the local painkillers. I get to suffer through it. Ask me about getting my leg set...or ask Aya."

"I try." Braig said, leaning over and tugging on a dreadlock, "But somehow it still shocks me."

"Braig got bitten, and there was a lot of screaming." Aya nodded, petting Dilan's hair. "A lot of screaming." Bad times all around really.

"Well, yeah, there's that but I'm not in the habit of getting broken." Pierce shrugged.

"Neither am I." Dilan said, with a sigh, "But I can't take most headache meds, either. Every one of my headaches has to be suffered through, 'cause the paracetamol doesn't do jack."

Braig added, "And we hate it."

"Yep, a lot. We're considering chloroform." Aya noted, using one of Dilan's dreads to tickle his nose.

Pierce chuckled, amused. "Yeah, well, you follow Braig around so you probably court getting broken more than I do."

"There's that, too." Dilan agreed, wrinkling his nose and huffing at Aya. Without actually moving.

"Heeeyyyyyyy..." but Braig laughed even as he said it.

Tickle tickle tickle! Hah! What? She didn't have a dangle toy handy...

"Dude, you're like a walking hazard zone!" Pierce waved at his friend up on the bed and grinned. "I'm just amazed you are actually, like twenty-four."

"Aya! Stoppit!" Dilan finally batted at her, "You're gonna get my dreads greasy!"

Braig rolled his eyes at Pierce, "I'm not that bad!"

Aya grinned and dropped the dread. "Fine, I'll dangle something else." Hmmm, hah! Hair scrunchy!

Pierce snorted and pointed at each person in turn. "She gets in fights for fun, but there are rules. He gets in fights for fun and control, but there are rules. You get into fights for fun in a no-holds barred dive into a psycho mosh pit kinda way with no rules and usually police."

Dilan did his best to ignore it. He was neither drunk, nor stoned, and batting at things wasn't as interesting without alcohol, catnip, or pot. "I don't get in fights on purpose, Pierce. I don't even get to do sparring, too likely I'll accidentally break someone."

"...There are rules." Braig finally said, "Uncle Nevada made damn sure I had rules."

"Okay, Dilan gets exhibition," Pierce shrugged. "And you, dude, do the other people you fight know those rules?! Great you've got rules, but I'm saying that the world isn't adhering to the tap out rule and stuff!"

Aya snorted, shot the hair scrunching across the room at Braig, and nibbled at her pizza again.

Dilan finally rolled off Aya's thigh to go back to his own pizza, since the bones were gone.

"Well, like. If they're experienced?"

Aya took that as her cue to flop over sideways onto Dilan's knee. It was a thing! It happened! Gravity, well, sucked.

"Dude...my point still stands. You kinda like, court injury and laugh like a maniac when you do it!"

Dilan stroked her hair with the hand which hasn't been touching pizza (he always kept one clean).

"Yeah, well. It's...a thing. It's a thing."

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