[Shoulders hunch up, free hand reaching in to pull out the communicator. Hell, why bother summing it up if he's got it all right there for him. He certainly doesn't look happy as he browses through his inbox, scrolling all the way to the bottom where those eyes narrow.
Flipping it and gripping it by the screen, he holds it out to Bull for him to read.]
[He watches Bull work, about to raise a hand to try and...tell him to separate that shit out, or do only a few at a time--instinct by now--but that last part catches him before he can speak. Returning to his shoulders hunched.]
Yeah, see that?
All this cause I went on a date with someone they know. They think kissing means we're automatically married or some shit.
[His head tilts back, even trying to remember what their faces looked like. Maybe he was too young, but he can't even pick out sillouhettes. He can't even feel what it's like to NOT have a parent. He'd been without them his whole life. The closest he probably ever got were caregivers in the children's home. It's hard to imagine MISSING something when you never had it to start with.
He doesn't say anything at first over Bull's statement. A little shrug, maybe a sigh of relief--because he had had it up to here with lectures. And Bull's acceptance was more than comforting right now.
Maybe that feeling isn't as far off as Kaneda thinks.]
WE'RE fine. It's THIS one with the problem. [A hand reaches over, tapping the screen.]
I mean, we've got the Tamassrans, but hell. That's not like humans have. Or... most humans, anyway.
[He's pushing the bacon around the pan now, while it fries. Before occasionally popping a bit out onto the floor, where the pile of cats has gathered.]
Good. [And now stirring the other pot.] Glad to hear it.
That one though... you tried just straight-up ignoring 'em? Maybe that'll shut them up. If you and this other person are fine? Screw it. You're fine.
Ehh, sometimes. I hear people pull that "new number, who is this" crap on messages a lot though.
[Skinner is the one who takes the bit of bacon. Actually popping out of a cabinet to snatch it up, before darting away down the hall. Bull snorts, and flips another scrap to the floor, before putting the bacon on a plate to drain.]
Kissed, huh? How was it?
[HE'S MOSTLY TEASING.]
Anyway. Try not to let that asshole get to you. Kissing's nothing to get all carried away over.
[That gets a little snort out of him--mentally making a note about that and holding a 'phone' gesture with his hand, a mountain of Japanese rambling pouring out.
WHO IS THIS I CANT UNDERSTAND YOU WHAT IS IT YOU WANT CAN YOU UNDERSTAND ME I CANT UNDERSTAND YOU IM HANGING UP NOW DONT CALL AGAIN!!
The equivalent translation.]
...[But he laughs, cutting that act and going back to his sandwich.]
Here, try this. [As he shoves the cooling, chocolate-covered bacon at Kaneda.]
Point I'm making is... you can like being around someone without feelings, kid. Shit, I've done it all the time. I'm not asking if you're going to marry her and pop out a kid, here.
[A brow raises as he takes the piece of bacon between forefinger and thumb. A part of him isn't sure if this is an American thing or a 'Bull'-thing. Settling for a mix of both as he lets the chocolate harden.]
I know -that-.
[It's how he always dated back home, at least!]
But yeah, with THAT reasoning guess I'm guilty as charged.
[Bull manages to catch him right before he puts the chocolate bacon in his mouth, eyes shutting tight as those knuckles ruffle his already unkempt hair.
If anything...it's an improvement.]
Gah!! Bastard!
[There's a lot less bite to it than usual, a more playful tone as he tries to fight off those giant hands. HE'S GOING TO EAT THIS BACON IF IT KILLS HIM.]
[The playful shoves continue, trying to conceal that little chuckle that manages to escape. When Bull finally lets up, he's quick to fix that hair, patting it with his palm and brushing those bangs out of his eyes.
Ah yes, now it's time to try the bacon as he chomps down, taken aback by the salty/sweetness of the combination. It's nothing like he's ever had, that's for sure. And deep down, a part of him is actually kind of liking it...
Which is...obviously shown in the way he chomps down again.]
[He watches Kaneda go to town on that bit of bacon, before passing him another. This is pretty good. He'll have to actually make it more often, then.]
[While he does that... he has to decide how much he wants to elaborate. He didn't realize he'd done it at first. But now it's so common, he can't really quit.]
Just a name, where I come from. Suits you.
[Which is entirely the truth -- albeit not all of it.]
[It was pretty good, he had to admit--it was a strange taste, a bit salty and sweet at the same time. Tastebuds asking for a little more each time just to try and identify the exact taste.
And he gratefully takes that next strip.]
Haha!! Probably means 'son of a bitch' or something, right?
[Not that he's all that upset. But he knows how this works, and chomps down on that bacon, thoughtfully.]
[His attention shifts, obviously satisfied with that answer given, to the bacon. There's a thoughtful chew, eyes cast to the ceiling as he tries to pick out the...eccentric mixture of chocolate and bacon. It's not something he imagined himself eating ever in his life, but there's something considerably...
oddly satisfying about it.]
Not as bad as the turkey.
[Look at that shit-eating grin. This is your son, Bull.]
[DAD YOU'RE MESSING UP HIS MANE PERFECTLY UNKEMPT HAIR!!
He manages to get the last bite in, bacon still sticking out between his teeth as he fights off that giant fits digging into his head. But somewhere among the shouts and slaps, there's a laugh.
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Flipping it and gripping it by the screen, he holds it out to Bull for him to read.]
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[Holy shit whoever this is, that's his kid they're insulting here.]
"What are you, scared" -- The fuck kind of crap is that?
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Yeah, see that?
All this cause I went on a date with someone they know. They think kissing means we're automatically married or some shit.
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[Wellp, now we're frying that bacon. And keeping an eye on the other pot -- no pun intended.]
Parents are weird. Glad I never had any.
Long as you and this other person are square with what it means, I've got no room to have a problem with it.
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[His head tilts back, even trying to remember what their faces looked like. Maybe he was too young, but he can't even pick out sillouhettes. He can't even feel what it's like to NOT have a parent. He'd been without them his whole life. The closest he probably ever got were caregivers in the children's home. It's hard to imagine MISSING something when you never had it to start with.
He doesn't say anything at first over Bull's statement. A little shrug, maybe a sigh of relief--because he had had it up to here with lectures. And Bull's acceptance was more than comforting right now.
Maybe that feeling isn't as far off as Kaneda thinks.]
WE'RE fine. It's THIS one with the problem. [A hand reaches over, tapping the screen.]
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[He's pushing the bacon around the pan now, while it fries. Before occasionally popping a bit out onto the floor, where the pile of cats has gathered.]
Good. [And now stirring the other pot.] Glad to hear it.
That one though... you tried just straight-up ignoring 'em? Maybe that'll shut them up. If you and this other person are fine? Screw it. You're fine.
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...Does ignoring work? Never works ON me, you know, so I doubt it works on you guys.
Wasn't even that big of a deal. She just kissed me.
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[Skinner is the one who takes the bit of bacon. Actually popping out of a cabinet to snatch it up, before darting away down the hall. Bull snorts, and flips another scrap to the floor, before putting the bacon on a plate to drain.]
Kissed, huh? How was it?
[HE'S MOSTLY TEASING.]
Anyway. Try not to let that asshole get to you. Kissing's nothing to get all carried away over.
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WHO IS THIS I CANT UNDERSTAND YOU WHAT IS IT YOU WANT CAN YOU UNDERSTAND ME I CANT UNDERSTAND YOU IM HANGING UP NOW DONT CALL AGAIN!!
The equivalent translation.]
...[But he laughs, cutting that act and going back to his sandwich.]
Pretty good.
[It's hard not to hide that little smile.]
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That's the spirit kid! Give it to 'em.
[He's still chuckling as he goes back to the concoction on the stove. Eventually pouring it over the bacon.]
You like her, eh?
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It's not like that.
She owed me a favour, that's all. So we went on a date.
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Shit, kid. You're one soft heart.
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[Fuck.]
You know.
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Here, try this. [As he shoves the cooling, chocolate-covered bacon at Kaneda.]
Point I'm making is... you can like being around someone without feelings, kid. Shit, I've done it all the time. I'm not asking if you're going to marry her and pop out a kid, here.
Just curious.
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I know -that-.
[It's how he always dated back home, at least!]
But yeah, with THAT reasoning guess I'm guilty as charged.
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[Bull, meanwhile, just chomps down on the concoction, without so much as waiting for it to cool.]
All right then. All I wanted to know.
Have fun with her, Arvaarad. [And this is accompanied by a noogie from one huge fist.] Have fun.
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If anything...it's an improvement.]
Gah!! Bastard!
[There's a lot less bite to it than usual, a more playful tone as he tries to fight off those giant hands. HE'S GOING TO EAT THIS BACON IF IT KILLS HIM.]
What's that even mean, anyway?
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[So Krem always said. Word for word. Boy he'd roll his eyes if he ever found out Bull was quoting him.]
[He keeps ruffling Kaneda's scalp for a while longer, before leaving him be to finish the bacon.]
What's what mean?
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Ah yes, now it's time to try the bacon as he chomps down, taken aback by the salty/sweetness of the combination. It's nothing like he's ever had, that's for sure. And deep down, a part of him is actually kind of liking it...
Which is...obviously shown in the way he chomps down again.]
That word. [He says inbetween bites.]
Avuraad or whatever.
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[He watches Kaneda go to town on that bit of bacon, before passing him another. This is pretty good. He'll have to actually make it more often, then.]
[While he does that... he has to decide how much he wants to elaborate. He didn't realize he'd done it at first. But now it's so common, he can't really quit.]
Just a name, where I come from. Suits you.
[Which is entirely the truth -- albeit not all of it.]
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And he gratefully takes that next strip.]
Haha!! Probably means 'son of a bitch' or something, right?
[Not that he's all that upset. But he knows how this works, and chomps down on that bacon, thoughtfully.]
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[That is also true. He won't lie to the kid. Maybe just... tell parts of things. For now, anyway. The whole truth can come later if it needs to.]
[He studies him for a minute.]
What do you think? Works out for a snack, doesn't it?
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oddly satisfying about it.]
Not as bad as the turkey.
[Look at that shit-eating grin. This is your son, Bull.]
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Yeah, yeah. You still ate it. You can't complain for shit.
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MANEPERFECTLY UNKEMPT HAIR!!He manages to get the last bite in, bacon still sticking out between his teeth as he fights off that giant fits digging into his head. But somewhere among the shouts and slaps, there's a laugh.
Bright and playful. Now that's a rare sight.]
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