Orange Lollipop

[notthedumbone]

fiibonacci​:

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Donnie wasn’t sure what he was expecting from the other guy, but the wink wasn’t it. Huh. « I mean— I guess you have a point. » Was it a possibility to subtly put his sunglasses on or would that be too obvious that he was trying to hide? « Still— sanity or a pyrotechnics liscense are required. Mostly the latter. »

He scoffed a bit of that. « Uh, yeah. What kind of man of science would I be if I didn’t Doctor Jekyll anything questionable to find out if it was safe? A boring one, that’s what. My degree says mad scientist, not boring scientist. It was more a point about how weird you look offering candy. »

He couldn’t help himself, he was too impatient for suckers and had already bitten his in half with a crack. He moved the half still attached to the stick to the side of his mouth. « Barrel, huh? Donatello. Oh, I can let you blow yourself up. I just can’t do it on company time. Also I need to print out a waiver, soooooo. »

“Donna who o?” Barrel gave an amused look, as if he had room to tease someone about a different name. “And if you need me to sign a waiver that takes the fun out of it, so, you really are a boring scientist” Barrel rolled his eyes. He was teasing, but he was fully intending for Donnie to get riled up again. 

“I bet Doctor Jekyll would let me set off a firework” Barrel had no idea who Doctor Jekyll was, but if he was a supposed mad scientist Barrel was sure he’d let him set off a firework. 

[tnbcincorrectquotes]

Barrel: I need a glass of boneless ice

Jack: You need a what?

Barrel: Tastless soup

Shock: Water. He needs water.

[notthedumbone]

fiibonacci​:

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« You know, that’s not convincing me you’re sane enough to handle professional-class fireworks. »

He was almost annoyed by the smile that encased the dum-dum, how carefree and easy it was. But again, caught off-guard by an offered lollipop. And the pinning of his colour. « I— uh— I mean I am. How could you tell? » Might’ve had to do with all the purple on you, Don. He took it, a bit cautiously, and unwrapped it. « You know this doesn’t mean I’m letting you set off a firework, right? And candy from a stranger is sus, you are also aware of that? » He still stuck it in his mouth anyway. He was admittedly fond of grape.

“Nobody said anything about being sane” Barrel’s smile turned a bit wild, a twinkle in his eye. “I’m just trying to have some fun” He gave a wink. 

“That’s what they tell me” Barrel shrugged, returning the other lollipop’s to his pocket. “But you still took it” He took his own out of his mouth and tapped the air with it, as if to make a point. “Name’s Barrel, and I will get you to let me blow myself up someday” 

[notthedumbone]

fiibonacci​:

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« Except for when your body parts rain down on guests, cos you don’t know what you’re doing. » He still wasn’t convinced. Nor was he swayed— he was very used to hearing this sort of begging and pleading from his brothers.

« Of course I’m right. I’m always right. » Donnie was ready to continue arguing, ready to continue justifying his case, but when the other unwrapped a dum-dum and booped his nose with it, he froze, short-circuiting. « I— wait, what just happened. » He blinked, rubbing at the tip of his nose with the back of his wrist. « Did you just— was that a dum-dum? »

“But what a way to go” He looked up with a half-smile, as if imagining something beautiful. 

Barrel watched as the other seemed to freeze for a moment and another smile crossed his face, forming around the dumdum that was now in his mouth. “Ya, you want one?” He reached into his pocket and held up three more, a pink one, a purple one and a blue one. “You seem like a purple guy” Barrel pushed the purple one up. 

[thedeaddonttalk]

right in front of you || clopin & open

Oh lord almighty, he’d lost the florist. How could he manage to lose the florist? They’d had an armful of arrangements when he’d last seen them, and now he couldn’t find either the person, or the bouquets. After spinning around and surveying the banquet room for about the third time and determining that the florist was in fact, not there, he strode out into the hallway, his boots tapping delicately on the polished wooden floors.

The clipboard got tucked under his arm as he whipped out his work phone, scrolling through the contacts to try and find the florist’s number— a new notification popped up on his screen with a chirp as he did this, letting him know in text that somebody had dropped one of the crates of wine for the tasting festival. “Oh for fuck’s sake—” it was muttered to himself, and he fished the clipboard out from underneath his arm to set it on a nearby decorative table so he could focus on the message. How had managing literal performers been less difficult than this?

He shot back a text to find out if it was one of their staff, or one of the delivery company’s staff that dropped it, and then finally found the florist’s number. It rang once, then immediately went to voicemail. He resisted the urge to throw his phone only because he knew Big Mama would take it out of his paycheck. Clopin shoved it angrily back in his pocket instead

An events staff member passed by him, and he called out to them. “You— find the florist please and tell them to call me. I have to go find out how much wine we just lost.” He started striding down the hall towards the back of the building, where the drop-off zone was, before he stopped, patting at his pockets and giving a turn. “Has anyone seen my clipboard? I could swear I just had the damned thing—” None of the event staff were really paying attention to him at this point since he’d stepped out of the room, and he really couldn’t blame them, but it sure didn’t help him find that clipboard.

[notthedumbone]

Barrel was doing everything but what he was suppose to be doing. The lunch rush had ended and he’d slipped away on an extended lunch break. It would be a couple hours before he was really needed again. So he was strolling along where he probably wasn’t suppose to be.

As he turned a corner he heard the clacking of Clopin’s boots and a grin formed around the sucker sticking out of his mouth. He was about to approach when Clopin set his clipboard down on a table. Perfect. Silently, Barrel swooped behind Clopin and snatched it up, leaning against the wall, absently flipping through the pages. He’d intended to start annoying Clopin as soon as he turned to grab the clipboard again, but was pleasantly surprised when the man strode off down the hall instead. Barrel stayed put, watching as he walked, stopped and turned around.

He lifted the clipboard up, hoping Clopin would see him, and waved it. “This damned thing?” He returned to looking at it. “Florist, check, wine, check, music check” Barrel flipped through the pages. “A bunch of shit I don’t understand, check”

[notthedumbone]

Do they cook for the holidays, or do other family members cook? & Do they prefer real Christmas trees or fake Christmas trees?

Do they cook for the holidays, or do other family members cook?

The absolute very last place you want Barrel to be is in the kitchen, unless of course your goal is to burn the place down. Growing up, Barrel and his siblings didn't really do holidays. The only one they ever really cared much about was Halloween and there's not a lot of cooking that goes into Halloween. Sometimes, when his sister would remember it was Christmas, she'd sneak the boys into a restaurant, but that's as extravagant as they ever got.

Do they prefer real Christmas trees or fake Christmas trees?

Again, Barrel has never really done Christmas so he doesn't really have much of a preference for a real or fake tree. He's actually never really noticed that trees were real or fake.

[notthedumbone]

fiibonacci​:

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« There’s a difference between setting off fireworks, and setting off fireworks. » He tabled his hands down, jutting a hip out with a furiously unimpressed look on his face. « One might singe your face off, the other will kill you. » He tilted his head at that, squinting, then snorted and turned back to the fireworks, giving the person at the top of the lift the all-clear, his arm straight out to the side. « Yeah buddy, continue to convince yourself you know what you’re talking about. You’re not gonna get these ‘works. Besides, Big Mama would have my head. She paid for all of these, she’s using all of these. » He was all for borrowing-without-asking, but borrowing-without-asking from his employer, who thus far had been very impressed with his work? No thanks.

A smirk crossed Barrel’s face, the other guy looked kind of cute, glaring with his hip out, Barrel could tell it wasn’t going to be hard to rile him up. “I’m not asking to take one, I’m just asking to set one off, Mama doesn’t lose any money, no one knows and you get to know that you made some idiot’s life” He gave another grin. “It can be our little secret” Barrel winked. 

“Besides, if it kills me or singles my face off, you get to know that you were right” He’d taken a dumdum out of his pocket and unwrapped it, bopping it on Donnie’s nose before he stuck it in his mouth. 

[notthedumbone]

bnfamille​:

so, maybe she was being a  little  nosey. just a touch, really. nothing compared to her usual levels, if she said so herself. she’d been lingering by the area where the techs usually slipped through, thermos in hand meant for donnie; it served as a good excuse, but it wasn’t totally a farce, either. it was frigid out already tonight, and it was only going to get worse before the show started, so she’d wanted to drop off something warm to drink while he was busy on fireworks duty — and maybe catch a behind the scenes glimpse while she was at it. but she hadn’t spotted him yet, and the cold had her nose starting to burn, so, she acquiesced for the moment, peeling away from her post to type out a quick  ‘tello, where are you ?  text. face hidden in her phone as she ducked to blink at the screen, she hadn’t noticed the pair approaching .. but she certainly heard them.

perking up like she’d caught something of particular interest, marie zeroed in on the interaction taking place before her, watching in amusement as a man near her age heckled one of the tech lackeys. manicured fingers pressed to her mouth to muffle her giggle, her phone sliding neatly back into her jacket pocket after she’d made sure the text had sent.  “  don’t take it to heart.  ”  marie offered sweetly, tilting her head just so to regard the stranger through her lashes.  “  those guys are so lock and key, it’s like they think they’re protecting a da vinci piece. they won’t do  me  any favors, either. i suppose we’ll just have to settle for watching the show like everyone else.  ”

Barrel had barely been paying attention to who he’d been gesturing to, until she spoke and he turned his attention towards her. Oh. OH. She was pretty, real pretty. He returned her smile and a hand went up to through his hair, shaking it out a little. The move had been semi-unconscious, but it did show off part of his tattoo sleeve and he wasn’t upset about that. The idea of trying to set off a firework completely gone from his mind. 

“Not even you huh, well they are clearly missing out” He gave her a wink and took a step forward. “Who said anything about settling to watch like everyone else? Nah, I got a better idea” Barrel held out a hand towards her, doing a little bow. “Barrel, at your service, if you’re up for a little rule breaking and excitement” 

[notthedumbone]

fiibonacci​:

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Donnie looked thoroughly unimpressed with the man following him around, the crate of fireworks in his arms feeling heavier with each irritating question. His brows dropped even further. This wasn’t his specific assignment, but he was used to working with explosive materials, so he’d been permitted to help. He ignored him for the moment, reaching the lift and setting the crate down on top of it, before swinging around, looking at the other with his hands on his hips and his brows set down. « Uh— no. You do realize fireworks are explosives, right? And these are aerial shells. They’re a little more difficult to work with than a sparkler. » The other tried to involve a passerby, so he rolled his eyes, and turned back to the box, strapping it into the lift. « I can give you a sparkler. But I’m not letting you touch any of the three-three-fives. »

“Ya, duh, that’s the point” Barrel rolled his eyes and continued following the firework man when the passerby wasn’t helpful. “I’ve set off fireworks before, I mostly know what I’m doing” He gave a grin, as if that would help his case. “I don’t want a sparkler, I have sparklers, and I don’t need the three-three-fives, I’m looking to get my hands on the eleven-elevens” His grin widened, even though he didn’t have the slightest idea what a three-three-five was or if an eleven-eleven was a thing, but he was hoping his misplaced confidence would make it seem like he at least had an idea. 

[notthedumbone]

“Come on, just one, just one of the fireworks” Barrel followed behind one of the pyrotechnicians who had been brought in for the celebration. “It can’t be that hard, just like, light a match and pop there it goes” The man was trying to ignore Barrel but he’d been following him around for a while, he did not give up easily. “Nobodies even gonna care, I’m sure they don’t have a problem with it” He gestured randomly to a person walking past. The tech rolled his eyes, and quickened his pace. “Come on man!” Barrel called after him and turned to the passerby. “This guy” 

[rebelcause]

“  this is just your daily reminder that my job description involves taking care of the animals, not the people who pretend they don’t see all the signs posted that say  do not climb onto the ledge of the enclosure.  if you fall in, you can find your own way out.  ”  that’s about as close to saying  fuck around and find out  as she can get while on the clock.

[notthedumbone]

“But doesn’t it add a bit of fun when they don’t read the signs” Barrel smirked, stepping up to the ledge and moving to sit on top of it. 

[soyouregoingtohang]

right in front of you || clopin & open

Oh lord almighty, he’d lost the florist. How could he manage to lose the florist? They’d had an armful of arrangements when he’d last seen them, and now he couldn’t find either the person, or the bouquets. After spinning around and surveying the banquet room for about the third time and determining that the florist was in fact, not there, he strode out into the hallway, his boots tapping delicately on the polished wooden floors.

The clipboard got tucked under his arm as he whipped out his work phone, scrolling through the contacts to try and find the florist’s number— a new notification popped up on his screen with a chirp as he did this, letting him know in text that somebody had dropped one of the crates of wine for the tasting festival. “Oh for fuck’s sake—” it was muttered to himself, and he fished the clipboard out from underneath his arm to set it on a nearby decorative table so he could focus on the message. How had managing literal performers been less difficult than this?

He shot back a text to find out if it was one of their staff, or one of the delivery company’s staff that dropped it, and then finally found the florist’s number. It rang once, then immediately went to voicemail. He resisted the urge to throw his phone only because he knew Big Mama would take it out of his paycheck. Clopin shoved it angrily back in his pocket instead

An events staff member passed by him, and he called out to them. “You— find the florist please and tell them to call me. I have to go find out how much wine we just lost.” He started striding down the hall towards the back of the building, where the drop-off zone was, before he stopped, patting at his pockets and giving a turn. “Has anyone seen my clipboard? I could swear I just had the damned thing—” None of the event staff were really paying attention to him at this point since he’d stepped out of the room, and he really couldn’t blame them, but it sure didn’t help him find that clipboard.

[notthedumbone]

Barrel was doing everything but what he was suppose to be doing. The lunch rush had ended and he’d slipped away on an extended lunch break. It would be a couple hours before he was really needed again. So he was strolling along where he probably wasn’t suppose to be.

As he turned a corner he heard the clacking of Clopin’s boots and a grin formed around the sucker sticking out of his mouth. He was about to approach when Clopin set his clipboard down on a table. Perfect. Silently, Barrel swooped behind Clopin and snatched it up, leaning against the wall, absently flipping through the pages. He’d intended to start annoying Clopin as soon as he turned to grab the clipboard again, but was pleasantly surprised when the man strode off down the hall instead. Barrel stayed put, watching as he walked, stopped and turned around.

He lifted the clipboard up, hoping Clopin would see him, and waved it. “This damned thing?” He returned to looking at it. “Florist, check, wine, check, music check” Barrel flipped through the pages. “A bunch of shit I don’t understand, check”