Kiddie AU - Post growth spurt

[sliceitwithwind]

It'd been a week, but Dilan...was nowhere near used to his new size. He kept banging into walls, doors, low hanging objects. Anything dangling from the ceiling, and he kept forgetting how wide his shoulders were as well. It was driving him insane.

Not to mention the fears that his size and new, distinct lack of "cuteness" meant that he was hideous looking. He wasn't ready to go back to college, not while still recovering from the agony of the growth spurt, so he was curled up at home trying to get used to himself. Braig had needed to go back and pick school work up for the two of them, trusting that Aya would take care of Dilan until he got back.

Dilan was curled up on the back porch with a couple of blankets and a book. And a protein shake the size of a monster slurpee cup.

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[mitochondriaaya]

"And two sets of formal wear! And now wetsuit or bathing suit?" she offered her arm and grinned. "Or wait, paying. Paying!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Paying." Dilan said, pointing her at the counter, "Make the nice clerk's day, okay?" He started carting things over.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Going!" She laughed and bopped up to the counter to give the card over while the clerk rang. And rang. And rang.

"Would you like to get one of our member cards? You'll save ten percent?" The clerk offered after the third item. "And you'll earn points to gift certificates?"

"Yes!' Aya grinned. "And we need more hakima delivered!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"I'll fill out the card." Dilan said, snagging that so that he could get his information filled out.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Here you are, you'll...earn at least a hundred dollars tonight with this purchase." At least.

"Hah! Awesome!" Aya grinned and eyed the bags. "Maybe we should call home for a ride? A trunk would be nice..."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yeah." Dilan said, looking at all their bags, "I'll call mom. When you're done, you look for a restaurant that we can meet her at."

[mitochondriaaya]

"There's that place next to the surf shop?" Aya pointed out. Burgers the size of the plates they're served on?" It had a name she just didn't remember it around the monster burger fact!

"Mick's," the clerk offered cheerfully, stillll ringing.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Thanks!" Dilan said, calling. "Hey, mom, we bought a lot of clothing...can you come and pick us up at Mick's? We're gonna get me a swimsuit and then have dinner."

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya signed for the purchases then 'gleeped' softly as the clerk showed her the receipt and grinned. "ELCY WE GOT A $250 CREDIT HERE!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Oh, my." Elcy said, amused, "All right, Yinsi and I will meet you there, order our usuals for us?"

"Will do, mom." Dilan said.

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya tucked Elcy's card back in a pocket then gave Dilan the receipt. "This is your gift certificate until the card comes in the mail? If we forgot anything!" Then she was trying to take her own share of the bags.

[sliceitwithwind]

"I got 'em, you get the door." He said, "Tuck the receipt into my wallet?"

[mitochondriaaya]

"It's blocked by bags!" Aya retorted easily, stuffing it in her own pocket. "Remind me so I don't forget and wash it?" Then it was doors and Aya kicking her feet as they headed toward the surf shop. "You should let me carry something!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"I've got it." Dilan said, "This freakish size has to be good for something." Let him carry things, Aya.

[mitochondriaaya]

"It isn't freakish!" But fine, he could carry bags. She'd just play forward scout and feel weird about not helping! "I'll get doors. And ohhh...that's a pretty board. Do you think the camera flash will reflect off the display glass too bad for Braig to see it?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"I'm seven feet tall!" Dilan said, shaking his head, "I don't know, you can give it a shot? It is pretty...not as nice as the ones Braig makes, though."

[mitochondriaaya]

"You're suppose to be and that's not freakish!" So there! "And yeah, but you know he likes to see what other people are doing in case they have interesting paint and stuff!" Hmmm, maybe if she shielded it a bit? No, probably not. "Think if I ask nice they'll let me snap a shot from the top of the display inside?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Maybe!" Dilan said, muscling through the door, "Hi! I'm looking for a swimsuit...and to get measured for a custom wetsuit."

[mitochondriaaya]

He got pointed toward the left corner at the mention of swimsuit, but at the next statement the man behind the counter blinked. "Oh, okay, then you want to stand here? You know what brand you want to order from? Are you a first time water enthusiast?"

Aya came in behind Dilan and let the door close. Huh, new guy. "We generally use Sealskyn! You're new!"

Obviously not what the clerk wanted to hear from a thirteen year old late at night! "Yeah, sure, aren't you up a little late?"

"It's not even eight yet."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Don't be too hard on him, Ayay." Dilan said with amusement, "Even if he wasn't new he might not recognize me. I just had a growth spurt, my old suit doesn't fit any more. By about a foot and something."

[mitochondriaaya]

"I was going to welcome him," Aya snorted. "And I didn't even bite him when he got snarky. I'll go look at suits while you get measured? I promise I won't hide all the Hawaiian print ones!"

The clerk was giving Dilan a rather sympathetic look that was part 'ouch, outgrowing stuff sucks' and part 'ouch, babysitting sucks' but he was pulling out the notation page for special orders!

[sliceitwithwind]

"I'll meet you there." Dilan said with a laugh, leaning forwards to look at the special orders page, "I want it in black, just black."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Adventurous," the clerk noted the color in the appropriate box. "You like the classic look huh? Do you want all the way to wrists and ankles or shorter?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"All the way." Dilan said, "And I look good in black. I've been told that a lot."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Wouldn't know," the guy admitted almost cheerfully. "Alright, full suit, so that's a few more measurements then the shorter ones. So...you'll be my first special order measure? Bear with me."