I’m locking the door and I’m not going back again

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mechanic-dad:

Sticking close to his side, Roy looked down at his daughter and gave her a reassuring nod but didn’t push her go any further than she was comfortable with. “She did,” Roy answered for her “Got it on under her clothes.” 

“Nah, your couch doesn’t have enough duct tape to be a yard couch. Busted lawn chairs or nothing,” Roy gave a loud laugh, accepting the beer. His daughter now wandering off to inspect the set up and Roy keeping a very watchful eye. 

Furrowing his brow and shooting Ford a warning look, Roy tried to fake a laugh. “Not that we all didn’t do that but I’d like to not be in her presence when that happens. Haven’t even had her a year, there can’t be broken bones yet. Chaol would murder us both.” 

Watching the kid toddle off, he was brought back into the conversation when Roy took the offered beer out of his hands. “Doesn’t have enough duct tape yet,” he countered, tipping a fresh can at him before opening it with a hiss.

“Maybe layoff with the sunscreen then, genius. That’s what I was goin’ for. You think I’m stupid enough to set up an actual slip’n’slide for her when you’re here? Give me some credit.” Not that he’d set one up for her without her dad being here, but the threat was enough to ruffle Roy’s feathers and really, that’s all he wanted to do. Laughing, he gestured at the spare chair. “Untwist your panties, kid. It was a joke.”

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mechanic-dad:

( → folkley) Some of us work for a living, we aren’t just available at the drop of hat, man. 

( → folkley) Be there in twenty.

It took a little more than twenty minutes for Roy to gather everything one could possibly thing to need. Sunscreening up his daughter and then himself because she didn’t understand why only she needed sunscreen. 

Feeling sticky and loaded down with a backpack and his daughter on his hip, Roy strolled through Ford’s yard “God, I love being low class sometimes. What the sh–ucks this is a good set up,” all Roy could do was laugh over the poor save but there’s was no better path. Releasing his hold so his daughter dropped to the ground, taking her hand instead, they walked the rest of the way to Ford. 

( → roy ) Quit your bellyaching and get your ass over here.

By the time Roy made an appearance, with his kid in tow, he ignored him in favor of wiggling his fingers to his little girl. “Hey there, Princess. Hope you brought your bathing suit.” Nodding his head over to the paddling pool, the hose that had been used to fill it up lying dejectedly beside it, he finally addressed her dad. 

“To complete the white trash setup I’ve got goin’. I did consider bringing the couch out, but honestly, I’d rather hear you bitch about your ass going numb.” And, more importantly, the last time he’d done that it had taken him over a week to haul it back inside. 

Leaning over, he popped the lid to the cooler and fished out a beer, holding it up for Roy to take. “Think you put enough sunscreen on the kid? I just need to put a tarp out and she’s her own slip’n’slide.”

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It was the kind of hot day that had him hauling the set out onto the front lawn, making a crude makeshift stand for it, getting out the deck chairs and ice box before firing off a text to the one person he knew would appreciate his set up. 

( → roy ) The car doesn't need fixing, but I’ve got the set outside and Noelle's old paddling pool if you wanna come over to watch the game.

( → roy ) Smokes and cheap beer too, just to sweeten the deal. 

What game, he didn’t know. But it was a Saturday so something would be on and he wasn’t on shift until tomorrow morning, so why the hell not, right?

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