un: weaseling

[deuteranope]

so bumble got me thinking
well first of all maverick's the "cafe" run by (you fucking guessed it) maverick (that's me) will still be just inside the lum dorms for weekdays even though there'll be fucking cameras around I guess

no more popsicles since that one asshole took off and won't answer his fucking phone but there's plenty of hot chocolate, temp tattoos, and bumble has so graciously agreed to provide cookies on occasion.
the tats are kinda in limited supply but hey that's what markers are for
and if you want someone educating on tattoos, it's gotta be me I'm great
all this cafe shit is supposed to be for rounding up loose kids but if you need a sugar rush I ain't gonna stop you
unless like...it sounds super fucking funny at the time

anyway second of all, the part she actually got me thinking about
I checked with Mama and she said the camera crew is staying somewhere else so her base has space

if you need some time (like a couple days) minus a kiddo or they just can't fucking be around during that tv shit because they look or act like a freak show
reserve a room at INN OF ATROPOS
weirdo-friendly, respects your privacy, nice as shit, food's kickass, the manager's a total babe, you get the idea
normally she'd super fucking frown on just dumping a kid at her doors but she gets this shit is kinda a weird circumstance

also let it be known I will literally bash your fucking head in if you fuck up Mama's inn, whether that you is big or little just saying

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un: wellcooked

[transfusionem]

You're welcome.

[deuteranope]

we help each other don't we

[transfusionem]

We're a real dynamic duo.

[deuteranope]

the perfect pair

[transfusionem]

Like peanut butter and chocolate.

[foolishjustice]

[The older Akechi glances at his phone from where he's lying in bed with some sort of nerd book, then looks at Mav. His younger self is sitting at the desk, engrossed in some sort of manga that came out of the 'do not open' boxes and doesn't seem to be paying attention.]

I've been trying not to think about the fucking reporters...I might have to take advantage of that. I don't want to end up getting lectured because the little shit said 'fuck' on public television.

[deuteranope]

[Both Akechis have nerd books, Ricky has a notebook to doodle in, everyone is chill. Maverick doesn't bother to look up from his laptop, tik-takking against the keys.]

Stick a hat on him and call it a fucking day, honestly. Who's gonna believe he's your fancy ass? [Buuut that only solves half the problem. It would still be a kid saying fuck.] Mama won't give a shit. I mean, she raised me, so what the fuck ever.

[foolishjustice]

I can avoid identity questions easily enough by claiming he's my brother, but that wouldn't stop me from getting shit over his mouth. I'm planning to avoid the reporters as much as possible, but there's not a hell of a lot I can do while I'm in class. Unless I bring him with me, but I doubt the teachers would approve of me bringing a kid to a high school combat class. It'll just be best if he's off campus as much as possible.

[deuteranope]

Tch. Wouldn't be so fucking sure about that.

[There's a couple of annoyed clicks of his keyboard, then they settle again. Stupid school giving him stupid doubts.]

She can watch him, but it ain't gonna be free. With the chaos all these little shits bring with them, I'd be a fucking dumbass to let these people anywhere near my Mama without her getting something out of it. You don't get a pass just because we sleep in the same room.

[foolishjustice]

[Maybe he should bring the kid with him, then...no, other students will make a fuss if he gets hurt. He doesn't want to end up like that idiot who got his door blown off.]

I probably can't afford to leave him there the entire time the cameras are here, especially since he doesn't trust adults. He'll be more of a pain in the ass than a typical kid because of that.

[The younger Akechi looks up from his book and scowls.]

That's because I can't fight back when adults are assholes. All I can do is try to keep them from wanting to do anything bad.

un: j.griffin

[onebetter]

Okay, just for the record and my own future reference: Bumble is Adelaide here, right?

[ How'd she end up with this name... ]

[deuteranope]

ding ding fucking ding!

but that is like the least important fucking information here dude

[onebetter]

Yeah, it's a good post and a generous offer from your mother.

But I understood all of it, so this is the part that I ended up with questions on. Why Bumble?

[deuteranope]

because that's who she is to me, what's it to you?

[onebetter]

Nothing?

She's a friend from the same floor, I was just curious.

[unpocoloco]

Teto's going to want one of those tattoos, I guarantee you.
Make sure that anything he grabs for himself is non-toxic and you'll have my blessing for making me horribly jealous of the tattoos I can never have.

I figure the kid should be just fine here with the cameras but tell your Mamá she's wonderful all the same. It's very kind of her to offer that.

[deuteranope]

damn dude remember how it used to be to have taste...you must miss it

yeah rolling stone ain't so bad. but don't get me wrong, if anybody tries to skip out on paying when they rent a room in this extravagant fucker of a playhouse, I'll fucking be on their ass because she might be kindness and perfection, but fuck you, pay up, she deserves fucking compensation

[unpocoloco]

I still have plenty of taste, you don't know what you're talking about.

Un buen hijo.


But are you really calling him rolling stone?

[deuteranope]

["A good son", huh...]

true but gross from you tbh

can't stop the rock

[unpocoloco]

You think everything is gross from me so it doesn't even matter.

That boy doesn't know nearly enough rock yet.

INN OF ATROPOS

[yokeye]

[The only important information gleaned from Maverick's network post is that his Mama manages one of the hotels in Soleil. He's found it easy enough, opting to zip over really quick from campus instead of taking the bus; avoiding other students on public transportation. He enters the lobby and then realizes he's going to have to ask the person at the counter, as he doesn't know what Maverick's mother looks like. He can't guess by resemblance since he knows Maverick was adopted.]

Hello~! Can you tell me if Mrs, uhh...

[What was Maverick's last name? He's probably read it on the network a million times, but nothing's coming to mind. Oh, well.]

Haha, uhh... Can I speak with the manager please~! It's a highly important matter of the utmost delicacy~! If you know what I mean.

[The last part he says quietly, sliding a 20 euro note across the counter. No one will hear of this.]

[deuteranope]

[The Inn of Atropos is a cozy little place, nice and homely without being too small, and decorated with a sort of Bohemian hippie vibe of bright splashes of happy color accentuating beautiful wood. It's probably not too surprising that the worker at the desk isn't used to being bribed by strange teenagers, though at least they've been forewarned about kids from the academy possibly dropping children off here. They haven't much been looking forward to it, with how strange those students could be...but oh well. It's business.

Which is why they only give the boy a brief onceover of suspicion before slowly pocketing the money and reaching for the phone. Not too long after, a woman with dark skin, glasses, dreads contained behind a thin orange scarf, and piercings comes out to meet Toki with a welcoming, curious smile.]

Hey there, I'm Ramona, the inn's manager. There something I can help with?

[yokeye]

[As Ramona approaches, Toki gets a familiar feeling. It's weird. She exudes a similar presence as Maverick. She's definitely who he's looking for and he returns her smile.]

Ramona~! Such a lovely name for a lovely lady~! I can see where Maverick gets his charm~! I'm Toki! I came to talk about your wonderful son~! You see, there's something I absolutely must do, and you're the only one who can help me achieve my goal! I met Ricky, and you know how his smile just lights up everything and I really want to make Maverick smile like that; like he has no doubts or fears and he's just content and happy! What can I do!? How do I make this happen!?

[He has no problem discussing this in front of the desk clerk; they've already been bribed for secrecy.]

[deuteranope]

[Her eyebrows lift, but settle again almost immediately, because aha, there it is, and she can shift her weight to one foot as a satisfied smirk curls into place. It doesn't matter that her employee nearly choked because Maverick smiling like he lights up everything, is this boy for real. The unbelievability was what made it all the more special to witness.]

You must be real sweet on him, huh? [like...gosh, the chutzpah. She approves! She'll take the flattery, too, because it's true.] Alright, come on, I'll take you to my office, though I'm not sure about how much I'll be able to help you out there with my son. That's a pretty high bar you've set for yourself.

[doopa doopa doop. Her office looks more like someone's home study than an office, but it means the chairs are definitely comfy. Just let her tuck away some of these papers under, uh...this bit of sewing she has to finish up, sure. On her desk is, of course, a picture of Maverick looking moody while holding a bouquet of origami flowers.]

First things first... Don't suppose you'd mind telling me a bit about how Maverick and the littler weasel are doing? You got him to smile -- that's real good. I wish I had more time to spend with them, myself.

[yokeye]

No bar is too high when it comes to someone's happiness~!

[He follows Ramona to her office. It's quaint and has a homeyness to it that he never experienced in his own place. He smiles at the picture of Maverick. He's so cute with his sullen expression, like someone forced him to make those flowers.

That's so sad. Ramona's right here and Maverick's so close and they're both perhaps too busy to spend a lot of time together.]

I don't really see him a lot either! I only met Ricky that one time, but I guess I helped him or he liked me for some reason! I think they're okay, though! But... if they weren't, Maverick wouldn't say anything, so...

[When he's done observing the picture and everything else on Ramona's desk, he takes one of the chairs.]

He's hard to get to know!