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Post by The Conman on Mar 30, 2016 18:56:15 GMT -5
"D'yah wanna talk about it?" The short, goldenrod woman asked, as the YT-2000 freighter took off into the sky.
Enarin responded by shaking his head, his Aunt, Dia'Kina, sitting beside him, belted in to the other seat around the table in what'd normally be the kitchen.
"Good. Can't deal with all that emotional crap anyway...once we're in the black, I'll get you patched up...bitch really did a number on you, didn't she?" Dia asked, rhetorically, Enarin's injuries, courtesy of Alanka, while mainly superficial, were somewhat painful, it didn't take a moron to deduce that.
He had a multitude of cuts and scrapes, bruises and bumps, and a newly forming oval-spatter shaped scar forming over his right eye, where his host had shot him in the face with a blaster on stun. The teen was more in shock he'd been rescued than anything, Alanka having come in, picked him up, poured him into the shower, then stuffed him into new clothes and marched him out the front door, to meet Dia. 20 minutes before he'd been sitting in a Cell, chained to a wall, naked. A conversation with anybody, his loud-mouthed, pushy, and quite often physically aggressive, Aunt Dia, being about at the end of his list.
The teen crossed his arms and leaned over slightly, the harness he was wearing to keep him belted into the seat digging uncomfortably into some of the wounds on his chest, and looked at the floor. Hopefully Dia would get it.
"Hey back there, we're good, you guys can move around." Came a deep, sonorous voice from the front of the cabin, Dia's boy-thing, Tee.
"Thanks!" Dia called, unclipping her harness and scooting around to Enarin, using her arm to move him back like a slab of meat and unclip his.
"C'mon, let's get that shirt off and get you patched up, kid. Your mother'll kill me if I didn't..." She added, helping as much as a 5 foot tall woman could to get Enarin to the medical bed on the other side of the room.
Over the next few minutes, she poked and prodded, cleaned and bandaged, disinfecting the cuts and applying antibiotic ointmints to some of them as well. As she finished, Dia piped up.
"Hey, Enarin..." She started gently, putting a hand on his left side, the teen laying on his right.
"If you wanna get your lekku done, lemmie know...I have a guy who can-" Dia was cutoff by Tee.
"Dee, C'mon, leave the kid alone...besides, a male's lekku will grow well into his twenties...Enarin'll be fine." Tee added reassuringly.
Enarin closed his eyes and cursed his life, knowing he was going to have to spend the next 2-3 days with the pair while they tracked down the fleet.
-=-=-= Days Later =-=-=-
"ENARIN! AAAHHHHH" Donnie yelled, practically tackling the teen as he walked down the ramp on Dia's ship, pulling him into a tight hug and kissing the side of his face and neck more times than he could count, Enarin, pleased to be home, hugging his mom back somewhat awkwardly.
"Areyouok?OhmygodslookatyourFACE!Whatdidthatwitchdotoyou?!It'ssogoodyourbackImissedyouIloveyou-" Donnie went on, holding Enarin more like a teddybear, the Teen having had enough, he was pleased to be back but his shoulders were still pretty tender.
"Mom...MOM!" He said, somewhat sternly, Donnie stopping and loosening up.
"My shoulders...I missed you too, but...please, could you let go?" He asked sheepishly, Donnie planting a kiss on his forehead before letting the poor guy finally go, still holding his hand like he was a three yearold who'd just tried to run away in a store, eyes a bit wild, a confused look on her face.
"Mom, I'm alright-" He said, in an even tone, his free hand going to hold the one Donnie was holding, for a moment, trying his best to reassure his mother, and give her a sheepish grin.
"-I..." He sighed, looking away, Donnie not letting go.
"-Mom, I just wanna go home, OK?" He asked, with a firm tug on his hand, Donnie getting the message and letting it go, and picking up a bag from Dia with her free hand.
"Thanks, Dia...I'll be in touch, I gotta get this one home-" Donnie said, waving to Tee, who was standing at the top of the ramp, as if to stay out of the woman's way.
"C'mon, you." Donnie said, mussing with Enarin's lekku with her free hand while giving him a gentle push, the teen ducking his head down to avoid her assault.
"Moommm, c'mon..." He intoned, Donnie snickering, giving him a smack on the butt to get him moving, Enarin shaking his head, but smiling...he'd missed the chaos.
-=-=-= 15 minutes later =-=-=-
Enarin stepped off the ladder into the Snowball, and had no sooner turned around than his Mother was calling out at the top of her lungs.
"HEY, ENARIN'S BACK!" She shouted, as she walked, with something of a swagger, into the kitchen, and turned around, as if she'd lost something, Enarin a few meters behind her, appearing after a second or two, finding Donnie leaning against the fridge, but nobody else in eyesight.
The teen looked over at his mother, with a confused look gracing his features.
"Where is everyone?" He asked hopefully, looking around and spotting Tater up against a wall, and noticing a small patch of blue foam on the floor.
Apparently Momma Dee had been cooking again...He looked at it, then to Tater, then back to Donnie.
"So, I see you were cooking?" He asked, sarcastically.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Mar 30, 2016 19:53:00 GMT -5
Words couldn't express how relieved Var was about how everything had worked out. They'd headed to one system and begun exploring, Dia and Tee had been recruited into the other one. As it happened, Donnie's highly capable sister had been able to find Enarin, and what was more, coax the Mandalorians into releasing him. As expected, it hadn't been an easy captivity for the poor little thing, but he was alive, and what was more, he was safe. That was everything Var had wanted out of the experience. She'd been overjoyed in fact. What was more, given all the time required in such travels, there'd been plenty of time for guilt-free relief-sex.
There'd also been time to plan a Welcome-Back dinner. Fortunately Var had learned that Jada was a newly blossoming cook, which had delighted the pale woman. Donnie could burn water. Indeed she'd managed to do that when asked to heat some up earlier. Jada on the other hand seemed a natural baker, the enormous woman had painstakingly crafted a chocolate cake, with cherry filling, and then coated it in whipped cream. Then she'd even done incredibly fancy-looking plating like a professional. Var was beginning to have suspicions the woman had started using their holonet to watch cooking shows.
Worse things had happened, but imagining a giant black woman rippling with muscle baking a dainty neat cake was just strange.
And then they'd had to keep Niri from trying to sample it. The girl didn't seem to have any fear whatsoever of Jada, which Var wasn't sure was good or bad. It was ostensibly good not to fear the bodyguard, but it would have been nice to have a little bit of leverage on the little scamp. Nevertheless they'd managed to keep her reined in on promises of food later for behavior now. Also the point that she wasn't too old for spankings and Jada could hit a lot harder than Var. That had seemed to do it. Then there was the challenge of cooking for Enarin. The boy was too agreeable, he went along with just about anything, and that meant figuring out his favorite food was impossible. He liked just about everything. The closest she'd ever been able to come was that he liked things with coconut, so she'd made a coconut-milk spicy nuna breast meal, put on skewers with plenty of sauce. Since Niri wasn't trusted to carry either, she darted out slightly ahead of cue and immediately latched onto Enarin.
"Heytherebigbrother," She blurted out as she looked at him with a grin. "Oh you look like a rancor used you as a punching bag and then wiped it's-"
"Niri!" Var rebuked, and the part-Nautolan girl darted gleefully away. Var held out the platter and set it on the table. "Enarin, thank the Gods you're okay, welcome back home."
She hugged the orange Twi'lek, ruffling his lekku in a similar fashion to Donnie, but not nearly as long. "It has coconut in it, you've got to be happy about that."
Jada stood there in the background, holding the cake. Eventually the hulking woman set it down next to the platter, and waved quietly.
Var realized introductions were in order.
"Oh, since the incident, we have a bodyguard. Her name is Jae'daneri, or Jada, and she baked you a cake."
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Post by The Conman on Mar 30, 2016 22:52:55 GMT -5
" Hey Ni-OOF" He said, as Niri latched onto him, giving him a big hug, then commenting on his injuries.
The Teen was about to respond with something about her being sharkbait, but Var beat him too the response, and she took off laughing like a fool, taking her place at the table. Enarin returned his mother's hug, taking care to avoid the plate of food she was also depositing on the table. A plate of delicious smelling food, distinctly smelling of coconut.
"Thanks, its good to be back..." He murmored, as she ruffled his lekku, a habit his parents had but he hadn't realized before.
Out of the corner of his eye he swore he saw a shadow move, and looked over, jumping a bit as a very large, very black, very...womanly, woman, put a very delicious looking cake down on the table and waved quietly. Enarin raised what would have been an eyebrow, Var catching the hint and performing the introductions.
She was the new bodyguard. Because apparently now they needed a bodyguard...hindsight was 20/20, Enarin thought, eyes settling on a gnarly looking scar on her face, quickly noticing how it went down below the neckline of her vest. The teen averted his eyes and looked at the cake, which, incidentally, looked pretty damn good. The bodyguard, scars aside, wasn't bad either, he had to admit, figuring Momma Dee had something to do with her selection. The teen nodded to her, and gave a small wave.
"Hi there, Jada, good to meet you." Enarin said warmly, Doneeda appearing out of seemingly nowhere and shoving a beer into his hands, taking a swing out of hers before speaking.
"Yah like her? Found her down in the training areas-" Donnie explained, lowering her tone somewhat ( for Donnie ), then continuing.
"- If yah talk real nice, I betch-" Donnie explained, gesturing in a looping motion with her free hand.
"Really, mom?" He said, looking over at Var for some kind of support, Niri having already taken a skewer and taken a bite, snickering while covering her mouth.
Enarin looked directly over into Jada's Yellow...eye.
"I really am sorry about them, if you don't get it, just give it time, you'll understand." He finished with a chuckle, Donnie quipping back, hot on his heels, giving him a mocking shove with her free hand.
"We're not THAT bad, Enarin-" Donnie said, giving him a shove towards his seat with an elbow.
"-At least we came back for you, chubbs, now siddown and eat something, you look like a part time cancer patient." Donnie finished with a cakcle, plunking down in the seat, Enarin chuckling as he walked towards his seat, sitting down as he used his shirt to pop open his beer, exposing some of the wounds on his chest before dropping the shirt back down.
He leaned back in the seat, and looked down at the beer, looking between the assembled family, of which Jada was now a part so far as he could tell, now that she was baking cakes and all, smiling.
"Thanks, guys, I really do appreciate it-" He said, a twinkle in his eye, picking up a couple of the kebabs and dropping them on his plate, the glorious smell wafting to his nostrils, looking at each of the assembled group.
"-It certainly sucks a lot less here." He finished, with a chuckle, taking a bit of his kebab.
Var's cooking, as usual, was fantastic.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Mar 30, 2016 23:41:21 GMT -5
It only took a few quick minutes before Niri was swiping food and Donnie was suggesting lewd acts with the bodyguard. It was exactly the sort of rapid pacing and turns of events that would have exasperated Var. Well, a little. This time she couldn't help but smile because things were finally going back to normal. Maybe she had a thieving awkward mixed-race daughter, maybe her wife had never mastered dinner table conversation, but they had character. They were her lovable group of misfits and that was precisely as she liked it.
She smiled, and picked up a kebab herself, settling into a chair and watching the Zoo that was home.
Jada remained standing, or half-standing. Her back was against a wall, as was one boot. Her one token to the festivity thus far was a beer in hand, which she sipped periodically. A thin smile was on her face as she watched. By now she'd begun to get a decent feel for the unusual family she was sworn to. Donnie was... Definitely gregarious. She didn't have qualms about attractions, and she didn't sugarcoat things or make big efforts to be polite. She was like a blunt instrument, and that was something the bodyguard could respect. Var was much more reserved, the spine of the pair, providing posture and directions even if sometimes ignored. The two balanced each other out. Niri she had gotten to know a little, and to her surprise Var's daughter was much more like Donnie. That left Enarin.
She'd never broken from eye contact, and she didn't this time either. He said she'd understand, and she gave him a knowing nod. She knew it already well enough. Things were as they were. That was enough.
When Enarin looked about and decreed it sucked less here, Niri immediately sniggered.
"Oh yeah I bet where you were sucked like a-" She paused at the intense glare Var sent her way, "A really nice vacuum cleaner. I heard it was Mandalorians, was it Mandalorians? Were they like some kind of weird sex cult that wanted to sacrifice you and eat your organs?"
Var politely cuffed Niri on one of her lekku.
"Ow!" She replied, mid-kebab.
"If you're done being stupid now, Niri, Enarin probably doesn't want to talk about it. And besides, we have more important things to discuss." Var looked over to Enarin. "You never said you were going to Vandelhelm with a girl."
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Post by The Conman on Mar 31, 2016 0:08:08 GMT -5
Enarin coughed into his beer, luckily he'd just finished a swallow and wasn't mid-kebab-eating, the teen eyeing another pair as Var asked her awkward question. He hadn't mentioned it, because he didn't want anybody to know quite yet, he'd met the woman a few hours before going to Vandelhelm.
"Maybe you're organs...use them as sharkbait..." He mutterd out of the side of his mouth, Niri glaring at him, the teen smirking, looking back over at the moms.
He wasn't quite sure how to respond, nor did he know exactly what they knew. For all he knew, which wasn't much, she could be some kind of pirate or theif or something. The fact of the matter, to the teen, was that Var wouldn't have brought it up if she didn't know something about it, namely, that he was there with her. Enarin wasn't quite sure how to respond, his other mother, however, Donnie, was.
"A pretty one at that-" She said, taking a drink out of her beer.
"Where did you dig her up, girl's like the poster-child for-" Donnie held her hands out in front of her chest, as if to emphasize her chest, and spoke in a deep, somewhat dumber tone.
"-I wish these were brains." She finished, taking another drink before continuing in her normal voice.
"C'mon, who is she, let's hear it, if you've got a girlfriend, I wanna know, last time I didn't, you wound up in a crazy mandalorian se-OW" Donnie stopped in mid sentence, Var having whacked her Lekku like she'd done to Niri seconds before.
She picked up her beer, and pointed the end towards Enarin...he got the point, they wanted to know what was up with his woman. Enarin grabbed another 3 kebabs and sat down with a sigh. Apparently he'd have to explain Teryn...
"Well...It'd been awhile...and one of my buddies at work said I should go do Vandelhelm-" He took a sip of his beer, before continuing.
"-I'd never met her before, they wanted me to meet her, and...it'd been a long time since I'd been off world and had some fun, so I figured, hey, why not." He paused, taking a bite of his kebab, Donnie piping up.
"Wait, so the first time you-" She asked, for clarification.
"-Yeah, was in the landing bay before we left...seemed nice enough, she's a dancer for cula...something, or other. Some weird-ass temple I've never heard of, anywho, she's not like...uh...bright...but she's really-" Donnie cut him off again, cackling as she did so.
"EASY-OW" She said, loudly, receiving another whack from Var in the process.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Mar 31, 2016 1:17:13 GMT -5
Var had a great sense of when to slap. Lightly of course. The first was because as Dia relayed the facts, both Var and Donnie had expressly agreed not to mention the sex aspect of things. The poor young man was probably confused enough already now. The last thing that Var wanted was to remind me, and more importantly tell Niri, about all the embarrassment. She was already prone enough to thinking about sex things. Of course with that said, Var couldn't help but inwardly laugh when it came to the way Donnie had criticized Taryn.
The girl was absolutely vapid. However, another well-aimed slap was issued over 'easy.' That was just unnecessary, kicking the dog really. Var pursed her lips in a frown and then looked back to Enarin. Somebody had to step in and say something sensible. If there was anything Var was good at, it was being the mature and responsible one.
"Enarin, honey, she's a nice girl yes. I know she's pretty. But that's all she's got going for her. You are young still Enarin. You don't have to settle now for somebody who isn't what you really want."
Var realized there was the danger he might want that now. It wouldn't do, which meant Sagacious Mom Advice wasn't yet over.
"Sometimes when you start thinking about relationships, you just wind up in them, without planning. You might not think now it's anything more than a bit of fun, but it could be too easily. You have to be careful about who you want to get to know in that kind of way, so that you don't wind up making any big mistakes. You're a great kid- Well, young man. You don't have to worry about finding someone too quick. Don't try to force things, just keep your options open and see what happens, OK?"
Var kissed him on the lekku and turned her attention back to her own food.
Niri giggled.
"He was just after her cuz she could suck the chrome off a- OW!"
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Post by The Conman on Mar 31, 2016 21:15:49 GMT -5
Enarin smirked and gave Niri a sideways glance...how a 14 year old knew what that expression meant was beyond him, then again, Niri was Niri and he'd prefer to not even find out. She had some weird friends.
The situation with Teryn was kind of confusing to him. He'd met her once, they'd gone on a single date. Obviously, somehow, his parents had managed to find out who she was and everything about her. The teen wasn't overly surprised, Doneeda was extremely nosy about his love life, and Var was just concerned for his well being. He appreciated the sentiment, it made him fell better knowing they didn't want him to make a mistake, or a kid, with the woman. The reality though was that they, to him, were reading too far into it.
He'd just wanted to get his dick wet, not settle down, have 2.5 kids, and a mortgage, that much he was hoping at least Momma D would understand. Though, he wasn't too keen on expressing it. Given the past week, Enarin's appetite for literally anything of a sexual nature was at an all time low. Before Var'd brought it up, Taryn and her empty lekku were the farthest thing from the bronze twi'lek's mind.
"Guys...look..." He began, looking down at his plate, unsure of how to respond to the sudden onslaught, returning his gaze to Var and Donnie after a second.
"It was only one date, and it wasn't because I want to settle down with her, man's got needs, y'know?" He said to his moms, with a smirk, taking a sip of his beer, Donnie piping up.
"Yeah, so do women, that's how you happened, listen to your mother, Enarin, it's all fun and games until somebody get's pregnant, then it's parenthood." She said while giving Enarin a serious look, taking a bite of her kebab without taking her eyes off him.
She stared at him for a few moments, the teen shrugging, and Donnie loosing her composure, he finished his bite and shook his head, they'd made their point, they didn't like Taryn. That didn't mean he'd cutoff contact, just that he'd be careful and make sure not to put a kid in her.
"How I happened..." Enarin intoned, shaking his head at Donnie.
"Thanks, Mom, I'm your advice to me not to accidentally get a chick pregnant." He continued, chuckling at the end and draining the last of his beer.
"HAHA, you were an acciden-OW!" Niri cackled, Donnie this time the slapper, giving her the look.
Enarin put up a hand, trying to stop the situation.
"Look, I get it, didn't think I'd come back from...that...into...this, but still...can we, not? Do this? I just got back, and there's cake over there, and I'm done my kebabs, and I just wanna live and have some cake, right now. Maybe another Be-" Enarin said, putting his hand down about half way through, getting cutoff by Donnie.
"Niri, just for that, go get your brother and I a beer." Donnie said, more than asked, the lightly coloured hybrid.
"What, like, to share?" She asked, smirking like an idiot.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Mar 31, 2016 22:51:18 GMT -5
Niri scampered off to grab the beers before retaliation could arrive for her teasing.
Var opted not to say anything. It was largely because even though she loved Enarin deeply, he was Donnie's. Talking about his birth and it being accidental was best left to Donnie, whose arm was just as fast as Var's and hit a little bit harder too. Albeit less often. It was her own prerogative to determine, but Var was content to drop it. He'd spoken, he knew how they felt, and he'd be careful about it if only to avoid pissing off his parents. And like he'd said, he probably didn't really want anything from her besides the obvious.
Instead she picked up the empty plates and started to clear them.
Meanwhile, Jada was already a small step ahead, and was cutting slices of the cake. They were dished up, and the enormous woman moved about distributing slices with convenient forks. Enarin, of course, was the first. She set the plate directly before him, and gestured to it.
"Probably doesn't pair too well with beer though. FYI."
She returned to her standard place on the wall, and ate her own slice of cake.
Niri slid both the beers as quickly as possible and immediately pounced on her slice of cake.
"Holy shit this is like sex!" She paused, her eyes flitting between her mothers. "Except I'm having it?"
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Post by The Conman on Mar 31, 2016 23:45:54 GMT -5
Enarin nodded to Jada, chuckling at her advice about the beer and cake. She was probably right, he surmised, figuring if the bodyguard gig didn't work out, she'd be a pretty decent chef. The cake was actually plated pretty well, with some sauce swirled around on top of it. He could even see some jelly inside, picking up the fork eagerly.
"Thanks sharkbait." He said to Niri, after she'd dropped off the beer, and scampered to her seat, picking up her fork, and digging in.
What followed was as hilarious as it was fucked up...which, incidentally, explained Niri pretty well. The teen was just about to pick up his fork, when he put it down and proceeded to laugh heartily, his mothers following suit, Donnie shaking her head.
"Niri-" Doneeda started, leaning on her elbows, covering her mouth to laugh a bit more, before continuing.
"Niri, please, never change." She said, leaning back and taking a bite of her cake.
Enarin gave her a joking, soft, punch to her shoulder, not hard enough to even remotely hurt her, while he laughed. She was routinely hilarious, this time however...
"Damnit Niri..." He said, laughing into his cake for a moment before leaning back and popping beer no.2 open.
"I've heard you say some hilarious shit, but that..." He said, picking up a bite of cake on his fork with some grandeur, then looking over at Niri.
"...Takes...the...cake." He said, cackling a bit at the end, then eating the bite of cake, chewing once, before his eyes went wide.
The teen looked over at Var and Donnie, then over to Jada.
"Dijumakethis?" He said through a mouthful of cake, eyes wide with wonder that the giant woman had managed to make such an amazing thing.
He wasn't quite sure of why he was surprised, Var could cook really well and she didn't look like she'd be an amazing chef...but he didn't expect the bodyguard to be an ascended cakemaster.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Apr 1, 2016 21:42:21 GMT -5
Niri was never entirely sure whether or not she was going to get cuffed or complimented, she walked a delightfully thin line between the behaviors that caused either. Var had, on numerous occasions, had to walk into another room when Niri misbehaved to avoid bursting out into laughter when trying to scold her. Donnie had usually just laughed. Either way, Niri was now firmly at the stage where she knew how to do funny and offensive, and she liked it that way. She mock-saluted Momma D and Enarin, then sidled away grinning over Enarin's pun, clutching her cake to nibble it a bit more leisurely.
Var experimentally tried a little of the cake herself, in light of the praise, and she nodded very approvingly. What was more, with the absolute conviction that cake wasn't going to survive to morning. It was going to be reduced to a plate of crumbs inside the fridge. Somebody would manage to ninja out in the night, probably Niri, and snaffle the remainder. It was like the Great Pie Theft of '03. Still though, it was immensely good. She was going to have to find more things for Jada to bake with if it meant desserts. Even on a semi-regular basis would be impressive enough...
And of course, Jada grinned, her teeth contrasting dramatically with her dark skin. She was happy about it. She'd never baked before, but she'd mixed explosives, and this was about the same in terms of measuring and instruction-following. The difference being cakes couldn't explode when you mixed them up, and you couldn't eat explosives. This was better in a lot of key ways really. What was more, they liked it. She was good at it apparently, and nobody expected it. That meant she had the element of surprise, like hiding in a dark room and suddenly kicking somebody right behind the knee... Only in an emotional and culinary way. A social way.
Social. That was weird. She'd never had 'social' down pat. People talked. She didn't talk a lot. Rumors tended to swirl, people tended to avoid her or think the worst. A few liked to talk shit. They were hit. But overall social wasn't the word you'd use, even when she did talk. But this was social in a way. It helped there weren't a lot of them. They were almost completely female at that. It helped. And Enarin, he seemed a decent enough person, after all he liked the cake.
"I did," She confirmed. "Found the recipe on the Holonet."
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Post by The Conman on Apr 1, 2016 22:06:21 GMT -5
Enarin gave Jada a thumbs up, choosing to be somewhat more polite and not speak through a mouthful of cake again. All that being said, for a holonet recipe, it was damn good. Usually, when Enarin tried something he found on the Holonet, they either didn't have the ingredients, Donnie insisted on getting involved and lit something on fire, or it'd just turn out to be "meh.". Somehow Jada had managed to make a Holonet cake recipe that was awesome.
Either her her Google-fu was strong, or she had some kind of instinctual ability to make amazing food. Enarin didn't really care, he was just hoping she'd be down for making some special brownies at some point. He'd tried once, only to have Donnie light the butter on fire and destroy stove number 4...and nearly 2 ounces of weed. That was the last time Enarin had tried to make them, and the ship had ( not of his doing..) smelled like a gigantic bong for about a week.
The teen made a mental note to go on a fridge raid later on, after everyone had gone to bed, and he was good and baked. The cake's jelly filling gave it a delicious moisture that'd work wonders on a bad case of pasties, which his current batch of weed seemed to cause.
He took a sip of his beer, wincing, and looking back over at Jada.
"Uhh..." He started, closing his eyes and swallowing.
"Yeah...you're right about the beer and cake not working...Probably should have taken your word on that one..." He finished, leaning on the table, back of his hand on his mouth, while he swallowed.
Donnie looked over, her beer untouched.
"I trust people who can do things I can't." Donnie said, somewhat smugly, taking a bit of her rapidly dwindling cake, a bit of it dropping down between her breasts.
"Shit..." She said, in an exasperated tone, putting down her fork while she fished it out, Niri snickering in the background.
"Shut up, you, at the rate you're going you'll know what this is like before your 18..." Donnie murmored, finally fishing out the bit of cake and wiping her hands on a napkin.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Apr 1, 2016 22:26:10 GMT -5
Jada smiled in an amused sardonic way that said "I told you so" when Enarin drank the beer. She grinned at Donnie's statement of trust, and saluted with raised fork. It wasn't exactly rocket science, but on the other hand some people wanted their alcohol. That was why you went with plain old moonshine most of the time. Maybe when she had that still set up...
Niri halted her wild sniggering at Donnie's cake accident, so she could look down at her own chest. It was... There was really no way around saying it, they were the kind of boobs you either reveled in at that early age or felt intensely awkward about. Niri had always opted to proverbially rub the faces of girls with heavily padded bras in them. She liked the attention, even if it was negative, but somehow she had doubts that they'd keep growing insanely. That didn't make a ton of sense to Niri, since she knew she didn't have the same DNA as Momma D.
"Pfffffft," Niri spouted off. "You're like titpocalypse now mom. I don't think I even have the genetics for that, I mean Mommy V isn't exactly-"
The girl pre-emptively ducked from a smack that wasn't launched.
"Isn't exactly Planet of the Boobs like- OW!"
The smack was delayed just enough to be unexpected.
"This is like child abuse right here, Jadaaaaaa, you're supposed to be protecting us!" Niri wailed.
Jada shrugged her bare shoulders.
"Didn't see anything."
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Post by The Conman on Apr 1, 2016 23:29:48 GMT -5
Donnie snorted at the titpocalypse comment. She'd heard that before, it wasn't new. When she was young, her nick name was "Donnie Double Dees", despite the fact she'd passed that cup size by 17. He callsign when she was a fighter pilot was "DeeDee". They insisted it was a play on her name, but she wasn't stupid, it was obvious why. The woman hadn't ever really had any issues with being well endowed, even by Boska standards. The woman laughed when Var whacked Niri, it wasn't really necessary, but she wasn't going to jump in, she was of Var's loins, despite the situation, there were some lines Donnie respected. Discipline of Niri being one of them.
The feint and then slap was hilarious, Niri, obviously, didn't remember that Var was a forcie and trying to dodge was futile. She'd learned that years prior, during the "prickly Var" phase. It was easier to just take it, rather than to try to dodge, only to have her whack you anyway.
Donnie, snickering, gestured over to Jada.
"She's here to make sure nobody else messes you up....I didn't say anything about us." She finished, looking somewhat dejectedly at her lack of cake.
"Var...why's the cake always gone..." She murmured to her wife.
Enarin didn't really know what to make of the exchange, aside from his agreement with Jada. He liked her standoffish stance, it was refreshing.
"Niri, I think you should avoid moms boobs, the seem touchy abou-OW. They're ATTACHED!" He said, somewhat firmly, to Niri, then to the Mothers.
Niri was a tempting target for lekku abuse, her's didn't contain any brain and were somewhat less sensitive, which is why, in his mind, the management had gotten into the habit of flicking them. Donnie's whack had made him see stars in his left eye, the impact connecting on his left lekku.
"Enarin, I'm not touchy about my boobs. Also this conversation is weird...". Donnie finished, taking a swig off her beer.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Apr 3, 2016 1:50:07 GMT -5
Jada decided to insert herself into the conversation, largely because, as Donnie observed, it was getting weird. She raised a hand up to get attention, shaking her head a little bit, even though she had a wry smile on.
"Got to second that, this is weird. As somebody not related to any of you, that's more than I needed to know about your breasts. Anyway," She glanced around at the family. "What do you do around here normally? For fun, or... Whatever."
The flat manner she managed to deliver the whatever suggested Jada really had no idea what people did. Especially families. Her entire context for this was rec with the soldiers down below. That had a lot to do with tabac cigarettes, punching bags, gambling, illegal hooch, and boredom. There were many fun golden hours of memory, long boring watches broken by the sounds of conversations like 'wanna bet this armor blocks that knife?' or 'did you hear Luatri got shot in the dick by accident?' It was probably not the most exciting way to pass time.
Hopefully, as she'd been led to believe, the civilian side of the fleet lived a little... More interestingly.
Var tried to take that one.
"Well, it kind of varies. Honestly this is the first time in a while we've all been together here at the same time, doing family stuff."
Niri giggled and pointed at Enarin.
"Normally he's getting high and watching stoner movies with his-" Niri paused, looking for hands or glares. "With his nevermind, it doesn't matter, I don't want to get slapped again."
Var shrugged.
"Well she's not wrong. And for the record she's usually spreading trouble and chaos around the fleet."
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Post by The Conman on Apr 3, 2016 23:19:34 GMT -5
Donnie chuckled, Niri truly had a way with words, though she'd managed to catch herself before saying something overly offensive. Which was progress, that was sure, the girl tended to just say whatever came to her mind, good or bad. What she'd said was comical though, even if Donnie shook her head due to the mental image.
"Niri, could you please...never....again?" Donnie said, through a smirk, trying not to laugh, not wanting to encourage the girl.
She wasn't quite sure how to respond to Jada's question. Partially because the woman didn't really consider what they did when Var forced them all into the same living room to play board games and possibly watch a movie together "fun". Even if her wife did insist it was "tradition". Doneeda, however, hadn't ever fought her on it, happy wife happy life, she always said...or at least thought.
The tan woman wasn't about to subject Jada to that, even if she'd have to be there to watch...optional participation was something she'd like to keep on the table for the woman.
Enarin shook his head at his sister, after Donnie asked her to never again. He knew what the next words out of her mouth were going to be, thankfully, she'd caught herself, he was smirking, though, Var leveling things out somewhat. Neither statement was entirely incorrect...though he'd thought he was being more discrete, and Niri probably thought she was as well. The teen made a mental note to...maybe check the door or something before greasing up the weasel.
"Well, I usually get really baked and watch...I unno, funny movies, maybe game a bit...Momma V does do this..." The teen sighed, looking over at Var, and continuing.
"-Tradition." He said, with Dr.Evil air quotes, now looking at Jada, Donnie piping up and cutting him off.
" Stop complaining, or she'll make us all be sober for it." Donnie said with a cackle, giving Var sideways hug and a peck on the cheek.
"Jada, the usual stuff, mostly, Enarin's usually in his room, if he's here, Niri's usually asleep if she's here, or bugging whoever else is...Var and I are pretty low-key most of the time, though we've got a pretty decent holonet package...we can getcha a receiver if you want one...should probably get you a terminal if you want one too...Honestly, if you want to find something fun to do, bug Enarin, get him off the ship, it'll do him good." Donnie finished, hoping she'd covered all the bases....and given Enarin a foot in the proverbial door to get Teryn out of the picture.
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