damnaksel·:
he’s seated on a park bench underneath a tree , sipping on a coconut smoothie . it’s too hot out for his liking , but then again , it’s usually always cold where he’s from . he’s also kind of put off over what happened at the dmv , when he was ( finally ) getting his license . “ so i was at the dmv getting my license today , right ? ” he says , as if the person close by really gave a damn about his story at all . “ and there’s no seats at all and a bunch of people standing around waiting when this old lady walks in , i’m talking like super fucking old , and she’s standing there too and i feel bad , so i offer her my seat . no bullshit , she scoffs and goes like ‘ i’ve got legs , you know ’ like what the fuck ? you won’t in a minute , you fucking prehistoric dinosaur . ” he didn’t mean the no legs part , but the dinosaur comment was facts . there wasn’t even any point to that story , but aksel was just …. aksel . “ anyways , were you saying something ? ”
Beth could swear that she recognized this person. Like...she could swear on her nephew that she knew this person. The way he spoke was so familiar. Did she know him from college? Had she met him out at some bar and just didn’t remember clearly? No. She was racking her brain as he was telling her his story, barely listening to his adventures at the DMV. C’mon Beth. You’re a doctor. Think. As the other was finishing up his story, it finally clicked. “Oh my god.” She said, perking up a little and pointing at him. “Askel. We’re cousins. Like second cousins twice removed or something crazy like that...but - oh my god - we’re cousins on my dead beat dad’s side!” She exclaimed like she was discovering fire.
