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Turn a Blind Eye - Dell & Emilia

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        “Dunno, trampoline park? We go and throw glass bottles off the bridge at passing toddlers?” A beat and Emilia tapped their head, “There’s a zero gravity place that opened, like one with real powers. You can float around and shit but I guess that could get dicey. Um, we could-”

What could they do? Emilia was busy and needed to work now more than ever and Dell- well, he was sixteen. “I mean I could always ask Tanit to torrent a few shitty movies for us, the ones that never shut up.”

That could work, if they were full of sound. Or video games. Maybe some audio drama where they both got angry at the ditsy protagonist- but if they wanted to do that they might as well read one of Emilia’s books. They grunted, kicking their feet up. Yeah, this left them at a loss. 

“I finally have time off and I don’t know what to do with it.”

“The trampoline park was fun.” Dell muttered, shoving a chicken tender into his mouth. He turned the coffee in his hand as he deliberated dipping a chicken tender into it. That wouldn’t be very good, right? Well, you never knew until you tried.

“Zero grav sounds like a good time, but I guess the question would also be if either of us have the energy to really do anything.” He carefully pried the lid off of his coffee and set it aside. Did it end up on the floor? From the sound of it hitting carpet, yes.

He dipped his chicken tender into his coffee and took a bite. Interesting. Not necessarily good, but interesting. He could practically hear the disgusted looks on his goons’ faces. 

“Heard there was a weird ass haunted house set up a few blocks away. We could always try that.”

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Turn a Blind Eye - Dell & Emilia

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        Boy, it had been a productive night. Emilia took a moment of pause before stripping off the thick leather mask that had very quickly began to steam them over the course of the night. The shook their hair free and flopped down upon one of the sofas, feet fast to find the table in the middle of all of the mess.

“Yeah, you could say that. Black Dragonfish has me hopping, what with me being effectively third in command now.” They carelessly flicked the bag of goodies into Dell’s waiting hands and more carefully put his black coffee down beside him, giving ample warning that it was there with a tiny, ‘it’s hot’.

 “Boss has been- uh,” they shot a look toward the goons hovering in the room, “Well, things are changing. I’m tired.” Worked to the bone maybe? That was a good way to put how Reagan had been making them work. There was a power vacuum with Rusted Mask gone.

It was making things difficult.

“So-” They slipped a chicken tender from Dell’s newly acquired stash and tossed it into their mouth, “What’s on the agenda tonight? If you’re free we can see if the theme park is open-” Ew, wait no, backtrack. 

“Never mind, last time we went to a park it was-” Well, there was a fae king trying to kidnap the group and force them all into his undead child army. “How about we do something fun.”

Dell made a motion to one of the goons, who handed Emilia a towel. “I can smell the sweat from that mask over here.” He said, barely catching the tenders they chucked at him. Yes. Best plan. Throw food at the blind kid. Great idea. Even with the warning that definitely didn’t come fast enough.

“Yeah, I’m not surprised. BS was talking about something or other about that, I dunno. I’m just here to do what I do and otherwise stay out of the way till I’m like....not a kid?” He crunched down on a tender and leaned back in his seat.

He pushed his sunglasses up into his hair so he could direct a dirty look almost Emilia’s way when they mentioned theme parks. The checker patterned eyes pointed a few inches to the villains left.

“No theme parks. Not for a little while still.” He shuddered. “Maybe not ever again. Something fun sounds good, though. Anything else in mind?” He carefully felt around for the coffee, batting away the hands of a goon who tried to help him. He could find his own damn coffee by himself thank you very much.

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My p&p characters! From left to right are Dell Seeger (villain,) Ezekiel Graves (hero,) Miranda Collins (villain,) and Simon Santoro (hero.) please full view it because I worked real hard on these kids

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Turn a Blind Eye - Dell & Emilia

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        Emilia had a soft spot for kids. Dell was incredibly like them when they had been that age: full of rebellion and bravado. Although they could easily admit they were more well behaved in their youth, as they only started peddling drugs well into their adulthood. Maybe it was the loitering in malls that did that, an easy stepping stone into delinquency. 

It was still very nice to see Dell engaging in a craft he liked even if it meant working for Blank Space. Of course, Emilia had personal bias against the man but he was treating Dell right. That was all that mattered.

Still, it was jarring for them to slip into the nightclub and be greeted with the blurred figures of patrons dancing against the neon lights. The sounds of Dell’s music was deep and vibrated through their bones. It wasn’t easy to fight through the crowd, but eventually Emilia found a suitable place to lean against a wall and wait for the kid to finish his shift. 

When the music ended and the show came to its typically grandiose end Emilia was quick to find their way to Dell’s little room away from the chaos. It was standard to knock, maybe more a formality now. “Hey, you really nailed that beat. I got you some chicken fingers, you done for the night?”

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   It was a relatively calm night in the club. Dell wasn’t even playing his subliminal tracks tonight, just some of his regular shit people seemed to enjoy. Some drugs were going around, as they usually were, but  nothing new and nothing too extreme. That shit went out a couple of days ago.

  Now he was sitting back, his feet up on the middle of the turn tables where he wouldn’t bump anything, and the set winding down. He had just sat up to put another song on, second to last of the night, when one of the guards with him stepped forward and told him Emilia had shown up.

   If he were anyone else, he would have immediately began searching the crowd for his friend. But as it was, he wasn’t anyone else, and he wouldn’t be able to see them regardless. So he just nodded and moved on, setting up the song and then the finale once it ended.

  Before the crowd could reach it’s noise peak, Dell slipped into his own separate room, leaving his set up where some goons would pack it up for him and slipping the noise cancelling headphones off as soon as the door shut. He had just flopped onto the couch when a knock sounded. He waved a hand to have the door opened and sat up when Emilia entered.

“Chicken...” He groaned out, making grabby hands for the food. “Yeah. I’m done. Fucking finally. Tonight’s been a long one. Hot as balls out there, more than usual but....It is what it is. You have a productive night?”

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