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"He’s not the most responsible guardian in the world, he pretty much let’s me and my brother Dipper wander off to do as we please. Aw come can’t ya bend the rules a little, please?"
"Cute don't really work on me, doll. If you want on, sure. I'll be yer rented 18-or-over. You gotta make it worth it fer me, though."
"Eh, well you can’t blame ‘em for worryin’, I guess."
"I’d be lyin’ if I said a little vandalism here and there weren’t fun. Not that we do much damage."
"… Still ticks me off when other people’s vandalism gets me stuck workin’ past closing, I’m not gonna lie."
"'xactly. That's gotta be the only reason why I don't draw dicks on buildings anymore. Someone's gotta scrub that shit off, and it's usually someone just like me."
"How 'bout you, princess? What kinda job you holdin' up?"
❛ Yes, of course nothing’s wrong, but I like to think eventually my parents will realize I’ve been gone for a prolonged period of time. That is the idea, at least. ❜
And when he says that, it’s mostly in reference to that they sleep in separate rooms and one may not come home, thus Edd’s last interaction with whomever would have been…. Long ago. Considering they’re always working out and rarely home to see him, he’s got to make the best of the few moments they are there. Yes, he does love his parents to death, of course he does! All he wishes is to see them more often. But no matter. Not having his parents home would give him so much freedom for him to do as he pleased, if he weren’t afraid of breaking rules and getting in trouble; If he weren’t so weak-boned.
"They don't even know yer gone? Jeez, y'wanna trade parents, runt?"
Long fields of sunflowers sped by as she shore began to shrink behind them on the horizon. Nate absolutely h a t e d driving back to Peach Creek, that soon-to-be suburb with fuck-all around it. When he was in high school, all his cash went to trips to the city, much to Mom's displeasure. This kid had it easy. Slipping in and out of the house without those nagging slave-drivers asking questions or even noticing he was gone? Man, that's the life.
"Well, maybe they'll be home when I drop ya off. Then you can see 'em. Hey, they'll bitch at you, but what can you do."
"...Looks like you gon’ be makin’ a trip to the hardware store soon then. If I’m generous, that is.”
With a thick, piercing glare, he swung one of the thin legs that hung down forward to kick him roughly while his focus was elsewhere. His eyes flashed a red hue to match the color flashing through his brain and in his veins.
Nathan lunged forward roughly, attempting to grab Randy's leg and shove it aside, but his shoes made contact with the large man's thick abdomen and knocked the wind out of him. His only response was to throw another blind punch back, missing the his entirely.
I got way too much shit to deal with tonight for a kid this size ta be kickin' my ass.
"Sorry about that, kids. Had to do 'me' for a few days."
// I don't feel like RPing tonight for personal reasons, but if you would be inclined to asking Bro some questions, that'd be appreciated. //
Edd thanks the good and holy lord metaphorically, considering he’s all for science and sighs once the cigarette’s out, staring out the window, hoping that it would slow down conversation. Knowing anything about anything, this probably would do nothing to help. ❛ Just—— Just out for a stroll. Got a bit mundane back in my home. ❜ Which was at least partially true, to some degree. There wasn’t much to do back in his house besides prepare for school, but he’d done enough of that and was nearly complete with those chores. Eddy and Ed were sick or busy or something, so he decided to get out of a quiet house and walk. It was a bit of a risk, considering he could have run into the Kankers, but he hadn’t. More luck. Or perhaps fate. Either way, Edd was grateful.
A stroll. Yeah, HE went for a stroll once too. Know what happened? He joined the god damn carnival. Mondo A-Go Go was a seasonal adventure land he lived in all year long, in a rusty little trailer at the back of the park. It left a lot to be desired, but the lack of rent and copious amount of spare time made up for it in a way. Whether Nate had to work the machinery or play security, all he saw anymore was a constant flurry of commercialism. He loved it.
"Nothin' wrong with gettin' outta the house fer a while, kid. Nothin' at all."
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❝ I don’t believe you! You have a liar’s face! Liar face! ❞
What he lacked in honesty, Mary more than made up for in immaturity. With a furrowed brow and a crinkled she stared him down with all of her childish tenacity.
"...Right. Why don'cha do the both of us a favor and get the hell outta here?"
This kid wasn't going to be any fun--there was no tact to her rejection, and therefore, no entertainment.
"I’m here on a business trip with my Grunkle Stan. I’m just here to keep him company, he dropped me off so he could take care of some business stuff."
"Well I dunno why he had to leave ya here. No rides without a parent, squirt."
A parent or a bribe, anyway.
"Aw, what?"
"Lucky you, dude. Closest I get to a real vacation’s Christmas. Boss is practically a slave-driver."
"… Well, at least I still get paid."
He snorts out a laugh, shoving his hands deep into his pockets.
"Tell me about it. Nah, when Mondo's closed, I still gotta play security. Keep out teens and kids lookin' to vandalize a roller coaster."
// I want to post art, but it would be a dead giveaway. //
A hand subconsciously lifts up to his nose and he clips his fingers to his nostrils. It was so incredibly unsanitary. Edd could feel the smoke wrapping around his body and dripping on disgusting nicotine germs up and down his arms and everywhere. He swears that he can feel it. ❛ —A-Are you honestly going to smoke those atrocious things? ❜ He asks this as he sits in the passenger seat, pulling up his feet off the dirty ground and holding his legs against his chest and tries very hard not to lean back and squirm too much, seeing as that would be offensive. Then, the question comes. ❛ Good lord, no. I may not see my parents often, but I’m certainly not an idiot. ❜
Taking notice at Edd's apparent discomfort, Nate ground the half-gone cigarette into the built-in ashtray and smacked it shut. Big baby. He pulled out of the parking lot and made off towards Peach Creek, a drive that took about twenty minutes for most careful drivers. So the kid's parents really weren't all that aware. Too bad he couldn't relate; Mom and Pop were always up his ass to 'get a real job' and 'settle down.' Puh-leeze.
"Then why you out here? Just havin' yerself a good ol' time at Mondo?"
Yeah, right.
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"Is there a kid who don't come ta this park after closin' time?"
"Hey, it’s a day off, I was in the area, and wanted to check this place out, bro."
"… Sheesh, though, this place is practically deserted! ‘s it advertised on the back of a milk carton or somethin’?"
"Eh, it's the end a' summer. Not a lotta people between here and spring. We close completely through the winter. Gotta say, it's the best time a' year."
"Chicks always make such a point fer you to come an' see 'em, but they never wanna mess around. They just feel like pickin' fights."
"--er maybe it's just me this happens to."
"You sure you could handle that, brotha’? It’s not the first time someone’s made that empty promise n’ tried to act on it.”
With every word of challenge, he felt his slight fear seem to dissolve. He wasn't sure why he felt intimidated at all to begin with— he'd taken down others of his game before. It was probably something to do with that scruffy voice and the glint of his metal brass knuckles in the faint light.
And with that, Nathan bounded forward and seized the child by his collar, swinging him around shoving him back towards the door.
"Get outta here, NOW! Yer gonna stain up the hardware!"
He was referring to his fist-oriented weaponry, which he made the motion to bring across Nomirandy's jaw. He stopped just short, lip curling over yellowed teeth.