[After finally getting settled at somewhere to stay for the time being in Goldenrod, Willow finally decides to hit the man up she had talked with on the network about obtaining Fly. She searches his name into the gear until she finds it.]
I do not know if it would be appropriate to call, so I am sending a text to inform you that I have made it to Goldenrod and have been here for the last couple of days if you would like to meet up in regards to your offer?
Text (contest to see who's the slowest tagger, oops)
Splendid, I shall be there shortly. I shall wait outside, look for a Luxray and a woman with quite long red hair, that would be me.
[Willow found her way to the diner easily enough with some directions, and on said Luxray's back, who enjoyed the short run around. As she waits, she grooms the large cat pokemon's fur with a brush she'd purchased the day before.]
[Steve arrives after, despite presumably having an advantage in knowing where it is. The reason for that is likely behind him; a Miltank ambling slowly along a few feet back. Once they finally reach the diner she flumps down in the entry, seeming not to notice the inconvenience of the spot. Neither does her trainer for that matter. Luckily she's not actually in anyone's way yet.]
[She does not mind the wait, nor does her Luxray. It just means more pets and longer scritches to the cat, who basically begged for them and purred a little too loudly the entire time. Even when the duo arrive, she's purring up a storm.
Willow sees the Miltank first, strangely enough, enamored by the pink cow Pokemon. It was strangely adorable and she couldn't help but be distracted by it until her name is said.]
Yes, I saw. But I think you're capable of talking with Dr Robertson and meeting Jules at the same time. Who knows? He might even teach you something about cybercrime.
Trust me, Steve, you need to know about this stuff, even if you don't do any yourself.
Also you need to take your bank account information down *now*. You realize by putting it up in public like that, anyone on the network could steal your money?
[Although he is actually kind of worried now. This money guy's stopped speaking to him and even Steve's not dumb enough to eat up his explanation of why his bank account is suddenly full of zeros.]
I mean, in a lot of ways I do think of the first eight of us as something like a crime *family*, but I'm still not your father. Although I'm happy to be an uncle and you're free to call me Tio Steven like Connie does, if you'd like. Which doesn't preclude us being friends or being friendly.
I do, although sometimes you frustrate me, such as when you're being particularly obtuse. And I think you need to learn to think things through before doing impulsive things--although admittedly, that's something I struggle with too.
But underneath it all, you're a good kid.
Just try to pay attention to Jules, okay? You could learn some useful lessons with him.
[Steven might actually be smiling a little himself. He's still a little sore about the Armin concussion thing--but it's Steve P. He was just doing what Dirk told him to.]
Although Football, the big machop bouncer at Fight Club, is technically the one that lets Steve Palchuk through the door to the quiet and currently closed bar and a pair of Hawlucha are the ones who guide him towards the back, Steven Durante is there at the bottom of the stairs to greet him.
"Hey, mijo," he says, with a fond smile. "We're making sausage sandwiches for lunch--Thace is finishing the assembly just now. We figured we'd eat and talk first, then go down to the pit to practice. Scorpia should be over around five or so in order to start prep for tonight--you can stick around if you want and we'll make sure you get supper at some point too."
Although it's Steven (and Thace) he's here to see, his eyes don't seem to stop searching even when the Hawluchas have led him to his host. It's only at the mention of Scorpia his eyes snap to Steven, and his attempt not to look disappointed is poor at best.
"Oh. Yeah. I might stick around."
It's an attempt at a casual tone anyway. At the very least his attention is actually on Steven now. It's not a though he didn't want to see him. It's just he's not an attractive woman who could probably break him with one arm.
Lunch with his two uncles does sound nice though. He looks a little more relaxed knowing they aren't jumping straight into fighting. It means he doesn't have anything to prove. Yet.
Since he's been home and back, Steven probably could break him with two arms (Thace would only need one), but point taken.
"Not hotdogs," Steven says with a shake of his head as he ushers Steve up the stairs. "Italian sausage, cooked in tomato sauce, with lots of melted cheese and buns that were brushed with garlic butter." And indeed, as they get further up the stairs towards the open door just past the landing, the smells of both garlic and tomato sauce begin to fill the air. "I guess you'd call them a glorified meatball sub? But they're smaller. We're making a bunch, so have as many as you'd like."
Steve lets himself be ushered up the stairs, trying to catch a whiff of the sausages once they reach the landing. It definitely smells better than anything he’s ever cooked up himself. His stomach growls as he inhales the scent. He’s very glad they aren’t waiting until after fighting to eat now.
“Woah...” he says in awe, following his nose towards the kitchen. “I’m gonna eat so many of those.”
Thace is chuckling as he sets the first platter of the sandwiches down on the table set for three. "I made an accurate estimate of how many we'd need, I see. I'm glad you came, Steve."
It's a very good feeling to know he's feeding Steve together with Steven. It's a small thing, but rewarding.
Steven's not far behind Steve, a warm smile on his face. "I'm glad too," he says. "Do you want anything to drink? Milk? Juice? Soda? Water? No alcohol until the bar opens tonight, I'm afraid. We all need clear heads this afternoon."
"It smells so good," Steve gushes enthusiastically, almost helping himself to one before remembering that's rude. If this weren't Steven and Thace he most likely would have gone ahead and taken it anyway, but he has more respect for them than he does most.
He sits back, folding his arms to resist the temptation.
"Soda's fine. Do you guys have limes?" Because soda's just better with lime, and if they're already having fancy subs they might as well have fancy soda to go with it.
Thace chuckles and pushes the platter toward Steve on his way to the fridge. "Go on; eat your fill."
He pulls out soda and a pitcher of water with a few berries floating in it for flavor. "I think we might have some limes for bitter poffins."
After a few moments more searching he comes up with a whole lime and starts cutting it into wedges. A couple go into the pitcher of water which he pours for himself and the rest he puts on a plate near Steve.
"Water's fine," he says, with a soft smile for Thace, pulling out a chair for him at the table. "Grab some napkins from on top of the fridge too while you're over there, querido? Just in case something spills."
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Text, backdated to July 6th (procrastination whoooo)
I do not know if it would be appropriate to call, so I am sending a text to inform you that I have made it to Goldenrod and have been here for the last couple of days if you would like to meet up in regards to your offer?
Text (contest to see who's the slowest tagger, oops)
u got flying types?
Ur going 2 want sum soon if not
(a whole mood.. sweats at a month ago tag needing done)
Is there somewhere you would prefer that I meet you at?
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I can meet u ther whenever
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The place that has the, err.. Miltank I believe it's called as the 'mascot'?
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best moomooshakes in town
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I shall wait outside, look for a Luxray and a woman with quite long red hair, that would be me.
[Willow found her way to the diner easily enough with some directions, and on said Luxray's back, who enjoyed the short run around. As she waits, she grooms the large cat pokemon's fur with a brush she'd purchased the day before.]
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Hey. Willow, right?
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Willow sees the Miltank first, strangely enough, enamored by the pink cow Pokemon. It was strangely adorable and she couldn't help but be distracted by it until her name is said.]
Yes? That is me. Steve I presume?
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[He pats the cow like Pokémon affectionately as she lows in response.]
You wanna go in?
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coinciding with a certain scam post
Hey. New recruit for you to meet if you've got the time. He's at the rec room off the mess hall, the very tall guy on the couch.
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im about to make it big
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[Says the guy who's having his account cleaned out as they speak....]
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Also you need to take your bank account information down *now*. You realize by putting it up in public like that, anyone on the network could steal your money?
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they arent me. they can only put money in
Right??
[Notably, he has taken the details down though. Apparentlyhe does listen sometimes?]
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That's why I wanted you to talk to Jules, Steve. Because if you don't know how online scammers work, you can get in a lot of trouble
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i think i kno how 2 internet
[Although he is actually kind of worried now. This money guy's stopped speaking to him and even Steve's not dumb enough to eat up his explanation of why his bank account is suddenly full of zeros.]
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ur only a buttsnack half the time. its a saying?
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(I'm sorry your father is a jerk.)
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But that's true. He's not here. Ultimately it doesn't matter.
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[Guess who's so desperate for validation that even someone claiming to like you sometimes is something to grasp onto?]
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I mean, in a lot of ways I do think of the first eight of us as something like a crime *family*, but I'm still not your father. Although I'm happy to be an uncle and you're free to call me Tio Steven like Connie does, if you'd like. Which doesn't preclude us being friends or being friendly.
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i cant believe u like me
wait until uncles day ur going 2 get the best present
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But underneath it all, you're a good kid.
Just try to pay attention to Jules, okay? You could learn some useful lessons with him.
[Steven might actually be smiling a little himself. He's still a little sore about the Armin concussion thing--but it's Steve P. He was just doing what Dirk told him to.]
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"Hey, mijo," he says, with a fond smile. "We're making sausage sandwiches for lunch--Thace is finishing the assembly just now. We figured we'd eat and talk first, then go down to the pit to practice. Scorpia should be over around five or so in order to start prep for tonight--you can stick around if you want and we'll make sure you get supper at some point too."
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"Oh. Yeah. I might stick around."
It's an attempt at a casual tone anyway. At the very least his attention is actually on Steven now. It's not a though he didn't want to see him. It's just he's not an attractive woman who could probably break him with one arm.
Lunch with his two uncles does sound nice though. He looks a little more relaxed knowing they aren't jumping straight into fighting. It means he doesn't have anything to prove. Yet.
"What did you say you were making? Hotdogs?"
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"Not hotdogs," Steven says with a shake of his head as he ushers Steve up the stairs. "Italian sausage, cooked in tomato sauce, with lots of melted cheese and buns that were brushed with garlic butter." And indeed, as they get further up the stairs towards the open door just past the landing, the smells of both garlic and tomato sauce begin to fill the air. "I guess you'd call them a glorified meatball sub? But they're smaller. We're making a bunch, so have as many as you'd like."
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“Woah...” he says in awe, following his nose towards the kitchen. “I’m gonna eat so many of those.”
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It's a very good feeling to know he's feeding Steve together with Steven. It's a small thing, but rewarding.
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He sits back, folding his arms to resist the temptation.
"Soda's fine. Do you guys have limes?" Because soda's just better with lime, and if they're already having fancy subs they might as well have fancy soda to go with it.
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He pulls out soda and a pitcher of water with a few berries floating in it for flavor. "I think we might have some limes for bitter poffins."
After a few moments more searching he comes up with a whole lime and starts cutting it into wedges. A couple go into the pitcher of water which he pours for himself and the rest he puts on a plate near Steve.
"What would you like, Steven?
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backdated week of 09/05
Which means I'm on one end of the Magnet Rail!!!
You down?
SORRY THIS IS STUPID LATE
heck yeah I'm down!👊
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