sixteen | mommy dear, tell me please, is the world really round

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[ Today, Slugger is acting particularly unusual especially where it concerns the females in his life. For much of the day, he'll be busy with one thing or another...]

(A) Terezi's Room
[ His sister will find buckets of brand new delicious crayons and cartons of paint in her bedroom. That's right, Terezi. BUCKETS. And PAILS.]

(B) Around Mayfield / Your Yard
[ Somewhere Slugger has gleaned that ladies are fond of pretty things that smell nice. Or something. Wherever there is a flower to be picked, he is picking it. ]

(C) At Home; 726 Anderson
[ helping Edward with whatever menial chores Susan has saddled him with and/or assisting Edward with the stealing and transport of 30 lbs of chocolates. ]

(D) Backyard; 726 Anderson
[ Sitting in the backyard is a wooden picnic table just like the ones seen at the park. In fact, it is one of the picnic tables from the park. How he transfered it to his backyard will forever remain a mystery. At the moment he's brushing off the dust and leaves from it and trying to unravel the umbrella bisecting the table at its center.]

[ooc]  Slugger is mostly affected by his female housemates, but he'll also be affected by others that he's familiar with (more so if he likes you, less if he doesn't.) 

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C.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[There's a bit of a spring in Eddie's step this morning. He's just pulled off one of his classic capers for the first time in ages. And Slugger's helping him out. He feels giddy, nostalgic, almost young again.

He leans against the side of his car, waiting for the boy to begin moving chocolate out of the trunk. Susan's going to love these.]

Pick up the pace, Slugger. But don't unload all of it. Leave about half of it in the car.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[While it may look as though Slugger is obediently following Edward's orders, it's mostly just an illusion. He's only moving the boxes because he wants to have them all ready for Susan when she arrives. It isn't until Edward mentions leaving half the boxes behind that he's actually listening to anything his "father" is saying.

Both arms filled and with a box of truffles under his chin, he looks up.]

Why?

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

Because we need to make another stop after this.

[That's right, Eddie intends to bring a good deal of their haul to a certain scientific investigator. Never mind the fact that she's still mad at him, probably.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Still confused, he hovers nearby. One of the boxes threatens to fall but he catches it in the bend of his elbow.]

To where?

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[Edward doesn't answer right away, pushing off the side of the car and whistling a little tune (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ueIRPDAbPNY) to himself as he pulls an emerald envelope from his pocket. He hunches over the trunk, sliding the envelope into the top chocolate box.]

You'll see.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

...

[Slugger vanishes, presumably to get this load of chocolates inside before he drops any. Two more trips and he's got half of it into the house along with a basket of cherries (these are his, don't ask don't touch). At the trunk of the car, he stops to inspect the envelope Eddie had placed in one of the boxes.]

What about these?

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[Edward's cheery look is almost immediately replaced by a scowl.]

No touching. Those are going to someone else.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Once the envelope is opened, he holds the letter just out of Edward's reach and tries to read it...]

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[His breath catches in his throat.]

Hey! What do you think you're doing?! Put that down. That's not---

[Within the envelope is a neatly scrawled note, which begins:

"What occurs once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?

Two in a corner, one in a room, zero in a house, but one in a shelter. What am I?

I am in chocolate and also healthy. I am in your face and at the end of space. What am I?"

The rest of the note is undoubtedly very sappy and gooey. Not that Edward will even give Slugger the chance to finish it, as he juts forward to yank it out of his hands. Thankfully, the envelope is still mostly intact, so he just jams the note back in, tucking it away, once again, into the top box of chocolates. There's a bit of a red tinge on his cheeks.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[It's all just a bunch of pointless rambling as far as Slugger can tell so he doesn't fight Edward to keep reading it. However, he will still fight Edward on who the rest of the chocolate should go to.]

The candy stays.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

...she doesn't need thirty pounds, Slugger.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Alright.


Twenty.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

Fifteen each. Fifty-fifty.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Stare.]


Twenty.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[Stare-off. Until Edward finally relents.]

Fine. Susan can have twenty.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[The serious expression on his face breaks into a grin the moment Eddie caves. He'll just gather up that last five pounds out of the trunk now...]

Who's getting the rest?

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Just a friend. [Simple enough. No need to get into all the messy tl;dr details.] You've seen her before, I'm sure. Petite. Brown hair. Sometimes wears a lab coat?

[If not around the house back when Eddie and Ema were still on relatively good terms, then definitely when Edward was trapped in Hell a few weeks ago. Not that his mind is necessarily going there right now.]

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[The one you betrayed and got murdered along with Scout? And the one whose screaming corpse was clawing at you in the second vision of Hell? Is that the one to which you are referring, Edward?]

...Not Harley?

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[Oh, you troll. Edward just closes the trunk, now that Slugger's grabbed the last five pounds of Susan's chocolate.]

Just---just hurry up, would you? We need to move quickly.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[He makes no attempt at haste and instead blinks up at Edward with faux innocence.]

But I did my part.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

Don't get cute with me. You're seeing this caper through to the end.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Hopefully, after living with Susan for this long, you are accustomed to receiving eye-rolls, Edward, because you are getting one now.

Fine fine, he'll see it through to the end. The End being the moment Edward's car rolls to a stop in front of Ema's house. At this point Slugger will promptly remove his feet from the dashboard and turn to his "father" with an idle smirk.]

I'll let you handle the rest.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[Edward stares at Slugger for a moment, half-appalled, half-impressed at his effrontery. Swallowing once, he nods, stepping out of the car and slamming the door shut. He loops around to the trunk, taking as much of the chocolate as he can in his arms. Surprisingly, he's able to balance it all, bumping the trunk closed with his elbow.

With haste, he marches down the driveway, up the walk towards the front porch. He sets it all down but doesn't take much time to organize it---he needs to get out of here quickly, after all. He's almost tempted to ring the doorbell, but he decides against it. She'll find it on her own.

When that's all taken care of, he ducks across the lawn and slides back into the driver's seat. And they're off once more.]