Emerson Thatcher

he/they 17

[spotted-speedster]

[spotted-speedster]

could be you and her

I mean, yeah.

[bunny-amicus-curiae]

Now if only I could get a couple extra inches :{

[spotted-speedster]

You could pull it off in heels.

[bunny-amicus-curiae]

You wouldn't mind me wearing heels?

[spotted-speedster]

Not in the slightest.

[spotted-speedster]

could be you and her

I mean, yeah.

[bunny-amicus-curiae]

Now if only I could get a couple extra inches :{

[spotted-speedster]

You could pull it off in heels.

[spotted-speedster]

could be you and her

I mean, yeah.

[spotted-speedster]

[He hears a motorcycle pulling up and a girl. A year younger. With a post-it in her hand she looks up at the house. She takes off the helmet. It is black with cat ears. Her gloves have paw-pads in them. Pink leather for them. She has the same eyes. A birthmark like a scar... it is too familiar]

[He glares down at her before going to the door.]

[biking-kitty]

[She walks up and knocks. She seems nervous]

[spotted-speedster]

[He ignores it for about a minute before finally opening it.]

What do you want?

[biking-kitty]

[She shifts back and forth on her feet]

I'm looking for an umm...

[She looks at her note]

Emerson. I think.... Is that you?

[spotted-speedster]

Who's asking?

[biking-kitty]

Cassandra Jules. I think your my brother...

[Her eyes meet his. They were identical in color]

[spotted-speedster]

[He narrows his eyes. He doesn't seem particularly pleased about this.]

Half brother more like it.

If you want to talk, you can't do it here.

[biking-kitty]

[She nods]

I know a diner in town.

[She seems nervous despite how she looks on the outside]

Are you comfortable with talking now or later?

[spotted-speedster]

Let's do it now.

[biking-kitty]

Are you good riding?

[Sje points at her motorcycle]

[spotted-speedster]

Sure.

[biking-kitty]

[She puts her helmet down. She sits and waves him over]

[spotted-speedster]

[He sits down behind her and holds on.]

[biking-kitty]

[She drives fast and reckless. He hears her giggling under the mask as she weaves through traffic.]

Hold on!

[spotted-speedster]

[He holds on tight.]

[biking-kitty]

[When they get there she is laughing)

Have fun?

[Sje takes off her helmet and another biker. An old man with a long beard grins and pats her head as she passes she looks at Emerson]

That's Mike. He's like a dad to me. Sweetest dude.

[She leads him in]

[spotted-speedster]

[He bristles at the older man.]

Mhm. Sure.

[biking-kitty]

[She sits and a waitress hands them menus.]

Order something. I'm paying

[spotted-speedster]

Is this a place you go often?

[He scans the menu.]

[biking-kitty]

After classes. All the damned time.

[She looks at him and smiles]

I'm i'm really glad you didn't tell me to fuck off.

I was scared I ain't gonna lie

[spotted-speedster]

It's just meeting you one time.

[He doesn't look at her, instead laser focused on the menu.]

It's better to sate your curiousity now then have you keep asking questions in unsafe places.

Did you ever meet our father?

[biking-kitty]

True.

And i'll be out of your hair if you wish.

[She hums softly]

True.

Ah- no. Hell I never met my mother. I was abandoned.

[spotted-speedster]

You got lucky.

[biking-kitty]

I heard he sucked so much ass

[spotted-speedster]

Worst man alive in the city.

What's your regular here?

[biking-kitty]

BLT with turkey bacon and sweet potato fries

[spotted-speedster]

Why sweet potato?

[biking-kitty]

Their normal fries suck.

But their sweet potato ones are crispy

[spotted-speedster]

That's unfortunate. I think I'll have the same thing as you.

[biking-kitty]

Hell yea

[She fist-bumps him]

Soo kitty too?

[spotted-speedster]

Yeah. Leopard.

Wish I got the bird side of things though.

[biking-kitty]

Bird?

Ah. I'm a rusty spotted cat.

My mom was an electro-energetic

[spotted-speedster]

Yeah, bird.

Huh. Interesting. I think I remember that one.

[biking-kitty]

She was a coke head apparently

[spotted-speedster]

Yeah.

[biking-kitty]

....

Hey... you don't... hate me do you?

I mean it just showed up out of nowhere trying to form a relationship

[spotted-speedster]

I don't hate you, but I also don't like you.

[spotted-speedster]

[He hears a motorcycle pulling up and a girl. A year younger. With a post-it in her hand she looks up at the house. She takes off the helmet. It is black with cat ears. Her gloves have paw-pads in them. Pink leather for them. She has the same eyes. A birthmark like a scar... it is too familiar]

[He glares down at her before going to the door.]

[biking-kitty]

[She walks up and knocks. She seems nervous]

[spotted-speedster]

[He ignores it for about a minute before finally opening it.]

What do you want?

[biking-kitty]

[She shifts back and forth on her feet]

I'm looking for an umm...

[She looks at her note]

Emerson. I think.... Is that you?

[spotted-speedster]

Who's asking?

[biking-kitty]

Cassandra Jules. I think your my brother...

[Her eyes meet his. They were identical in color]

[spotted-speedster]

[He narrows his eyes. He doesn't seem particularly pleased about this.]

Half brother more like it.

If you want to talk, you can't do it here.

[biking-kitty]

[She nods]

I know a diner in town.

[She seems nervous despite how she looks on the outside]

Are you comfortable with talking now or later?

[spotted-speedster]

Let's do it now.

[biking-kitty]

Are you good riding?

[Sje points at her motorcycle]

[spotted-speedster]

Sure.

[biking-kitty]

[She puts her helmet down. She sits and waves him over]

[spotted-speedster]

[He sits down behind her and holds on.]

[biking-kitty]

[She drives fast and reckless. He hears her giggling under the mask as she weaves through traffic.]

Hold on!

[spotted-speedster]

[He holds on tight.]

[biking-kitty]

[When they get there she is laughing)

Have fun?

[Sje takes off her helmet and another biker. An old man with a long beard grins and pats her head as she passes she looks at Emerson]

That's Mike. He's like a dad to me. Sweetest dude.

[She leads him in]

[spotted-speedster]

[He bristles at the older man.]

Mhm. Sure.

[biking-kitty]

[She sits and a waitress hands them menus.]

Order something. I'm paying

[spotted-speedster]

Is this a place you go often?

[He scans the menu.]

[biking-kitty]

After classes. All the damned time.

[She looks at him and smiles]

I'm i'm really glad you didn't tell me to fuck off.

I was scared I ain't gonna lie

[spotted-speedster]

It's just meeting you one time.

[He doesn't look at her, instead laser focused on the menu.]

It's better to sate your curiousity now then have you keep asking questions in unsafe places.

Did you ever meet our father?

[biking-kitty]

True.

And i'll be out of your hair if you wish.

[She hums softly]

True.

Ah- no. Hell I never met my mother. I was abandoned.

[spotted-speedster]

You got lucky.

[biking-kitty]

I heard he sucked so much ass

[spotted-speedster]

Worst man alive in the city.

What's your regular here?

[biking-kitty]

BLT with turkey bacon and sweet potato fries

[spotted-speedster]

Why sweet potato?

[biking-kitty]

Their normal fries suck.

But their sweet potato ones are crispy

[spotted-speedster]

That's unfortunate. I think I'll have the same thing as you.

[biking-kitty]

Hell yea

[She fist-bumps him]

Soo kitty too?

[spotted-speedster]

Yeah. Leopard.

Wish I got the bird side of things though.

[biking-kitty]

Bird?

Ah. I'm a rusty spotted cat.

My mom was an electro-energetic

[spotted-speedster]

Yeah, bird.

Huh. Interesting. I think I remember that one.

[biking-kitty]

She was a coke head apparently

[spotted-speedster]

Yeah.

[spotted-speedster]

[He hears a motorcycle pulling up and a girl. A year younger. With a post-it in her hand she looks up at the house. She takes off the helmet. It is black with cat ears. Her gloves have paw-pads in them. Pink leather for them. She has the same eyes. A birthmark like a scar... it is too familiar]

[He glares down at her before going to the door.]

[biking-kitty]

[She walks up and knocks. She seems nervous]

[spotted-speedster]

[He ignores it for about a minute before finally opening it.]

What do you want?

[biking-kitty]

[She shifts back and forth on her feet]

I'm looking for an umm...

[She looks at her note]

Emerson. I think.... Is that you?

[spotted-speedster]

Who's asking?

[biking-kitty]

Cassandra Jules. I think your my brother...

[Her eyes meet his. They were identical in color]

[spotted-speedster]

[He narrows his eyes. He doesn't seem particularly pleased about this.]

Half brother more like it.

If you want to talk, you can't do it here.

[biking-kitty]

[She nods]

I know a diner in town.

[She seems nervous despite how she looks on the outside]

Are you comfortable with talking now or later?

[spotted-speedster]

Let's do it now.

[biking-kitty]

Are you good riding?

[Sje points at her motorcycle]

[spotted-speedster]

Sure.

[biking-kitty]

[She puts her helmet down. She sits and waves him over]

[spotted-speedster]

[He sits down behind her and holds on.]

[biking-kitty]

[She drives fast and reckless. He hears her giggling under the mask as she weaves through traffic.]

Hold on!

[spotted-speedster]

[He holds on tight.]

[biking-kitty]

[When they get there she is laughing)

Have fun?

[Sje takes off her helmet and another biker. An old man with a long beard grins and pats her head as she passes she looks at Emerson]

That's Mike. He's like a dad to me. Sweetest dude.

[She leads him in]

[spotted-speedster]

[He bristles at the older man.]

Mhm. Sure.

[biking-kitty]

[She sits and a waitress hands them menus.]

Order something. I'm paying

[spotted-speedster]

Is this a place you go often?

[He scans the menu.]

[biking-kitty]

After classes. All the damned time.

[She looks at him and smiles]

I'm i'm really glad you didn't tell me to fuck off.

I was scared I ain't gonna lie

[spotted-speedster]

It's just meeting you one time.

[He doesn't look at her, instead laser focused on the menu.]

It's better to sate your curiousity now then have you keep asking questions in unsafe places.

Did you ever meet our father?

[biking-kitty]

True.

And i'll be out of your hair if you wish.

[She hums softly]

True.

Ah- no. Hell I never met my mother. I was abandoned.

[spotted-speedster]

You got lucky.

[biking-kitty]

I heard he sucked so much ass

[spotted-speedster]

Worst man alive in the city.

What's your regular here?

[biking-kitty]

BLT with turkey bacon and sweet potato fries

[spotted-speedster]

Why sweet potato?

[biking-kitty]

Their normal fries suck.

But their sweet potato ones are crispy

[spotted-speedster]

That's unfortunate. I think I'll have the same thing as you.

[biking-kitty]

Hell yea

[She fist-bumps him]

Soo kitty too?

[spotted-speedster]

Yeah. Leopard.

Wish I got the bird side of things though.

[biking-kitty]

Bird?

Ah. I'm a rusty spotted cat.

My mom was an electro-energetic

[spotted-speedster]

Yeah, bird.

Huh. Interesting. I think I remember that one.

[spotted-speedster]

[He hears a motorcycle pulling up and a girl. A year younger. With a post-it in her hand she looks up at the house. She takes off the helmet. It is black with cat ears. Her gloves have paw-pads in them. Pink leather for them. She has the same eyes. A birthmark like a scar... it is too familiar]

[He glares down at her before going to the door.]

[biking-kitty]

[She walks up and knocks. She seems nervous]

[spotted-speedster]

[He ignores it for about a minute before finally opening it.]

What do you want?

[biking-kitty]

[She shifts back and forth on her feet]

I'm looking for an umm...

[She looks at her note]

Emerson. I think.... Is that you?

[spotted-speedster]

Who's asking?

[biking-kitty]

Cassandra Jules. I think your my brother...

[Her eyes meet his. They were identical in color]

[spotted-speedster]

[He narrows his eyes. He doesn't seem particularly pleased about this.]

Half brother more like it.

If you want to talk, you can't do it here.

[biking-kitty]

[She nods]

I know a diner in town.

[She seems nervous despite how she looks on the outside]

Are you comfortable with talking now or later?

[spotted-speedster]

Let's do it now.

[biking-kitty]

Are you good riding?

[Sje points at her motorcycle]

[spotted-speedster]

Sure.

[biking-kitty]

[She puts her helmet down. She sits and waves him over]

[spotted-speedster]

[He sits down behind her and holds on.]

[biking-kitty]

[She drives fast and reckless. He hears her giggling under the mask as she weaves through traffic.]

Hold on!

[spotted-speedster]

[He holds on tight.]

[biking-kitty]

[When they get there she is laughing)

Have fun?

[Sje takes off her helmet and another biker. An old man with a long beard grins and pats her head as she passes she looks at Emerson]

That's Mike. He's like a dad to me. Sweetest dude.

[She leads him in]

[spotted-speedster]

[He bristles at the older man.]

Mhm. Sure.

[biking-kitty]

[She sits and a waitress hands them menus.]

Order something. I'm paying

[spotted-speedster]

Is this a place you go often?

[He scans the menu.]

[biking-kitty]

After classes. All the damned time.

[She looks at him and smiles]

I'm i'm really glad you didn't tell me to fuck off.

I was scared I ain't gonna lie

[spotted-speedster]

It's just meeting you one time.

[He doesn't look at her, instead laser focused on the menu.]

It's better to sate your curiousity now then have you keep asking questions in unsafe places.

Did you ever meet our father?

[biking-kitty]

True.

And i'll be out of your hair if you wish.

[She hums softly]

True.

Ah- no. Hell I never met my mother. I was abandoned.

[spotted-speedster]

You got lucky.

[biking-kitty]

I heard he sucked so much ass

[spotted-speedster]

Worst man alive in the city.

What's your regular here?

[biking-kitty]

BLT with turkey bacon and sweet potato fries

[spotted-speedster]

Why sweet potato?

[biking-kitty]

Their normal fries suck.

But their sweet potato ones are crispy

[spotted-speedster]

That's unfortunate. I think I'll have the same thing as you.

[biking-kitty]

Hell yea

[She fist-bumps him]

Soo kitty too?

[spotted-speedster]

Yeah. Leopard.

Wish I got the bird side of things though.

[spotted-speedster]

[He hears a motorcycle pulling up and a girl. A year younger. With a post-it in her hand she looks up at the house. She takes off the helmet. It is black with cat ears. Her gloves have paw-pads in them. Pink leather for them. She has the same eyes. A birthmark like a scar... it is too familiar]

[He glares down at her before going to the door.]

[biking-kitty]

[She walks up and knocks. She seems nervous]

[spotted-speedster]

[He ignores it for about a minute before finally opening it.]

What do you want?

[biking-kitty]

[She shifts back and forth on her feet]

I'm looking for an umm...

[She looks at her note]

Emerson. I think.... Is that you?

[spotted-speedster]

Who's asking?

[biking-kitty]

Cassandra Jules. I think your my brother...

[Her eyes meet his. They were identical in color]

[spotted-speedster]

[He narrows his eyes. He doesn't seem particularly pleased about this.]

Half brother more like it.

If you want to talk, you can't do it here.

[biking-kitty]

[She nods]

I know a diner in town.

[She seems nervous despite how she looks on the outside]

Are you comfortable with talking now or later?

[spotted-speedster]

Let's do it now.

[biking-kitty]

Are you good riding?

[Sje points at her motorcycle]

[spotted-speedster]

Sure.

[biking-kitty]

[She puts her helmet down. She sits and waves him over]

[spotted-speedster]

[He sits down behind her and holds on.]

[biking-kitty]

[She drives fast and reckless. He hears her giggling under the mask as she weaves through traffic.]

Hold on!

[spotted-speedster]

[He holds on tight.]

[biking-kitty]

[When they get there she is laughing)

Have fun?

[Sje takes off her helmet and another biker. An old man with a long beard grins and pats her head as she passes she looks at Emerson]

That's Mike. He's like a dad to me. Sweetest dude.

[She leads him in]

[spotted-speedster]

[He bristles at the older man.]

Mhm. Sure.

[biking-kitty]

[She sits and a waitress hands them menus.]

Order something. I'm paying

[spotted-speedster]

Is this a place you go often?

[He scans the menu.]

[biking-kitty]

After classes. All the damned time.

[She looks at him and smiles]

I'm i'm really glad you didn't tell me to fuck off.

I was scared I ain't gonna lie

[spotted-speedster]

It's just meeting you one time.

[He doesn't look at her, instead laser focused on the menu.]

It's better to sate your curiousity now then have you keep asking questions in unsafe places.

Did you ever meet our father?

[biking-kitty]

True.

And i'll be out of your hair if you wish.

[She hums softly]

True.

Ah- no. Hell I never met my mother. I was abandoned.

[spotted-speedster]

You got lucky.

[biking-kitty]

I heard he sucked so much ass

[spotted-speedster]

Worst man alive in the city.

What's your regular here?

[biking-kitty]

BLT with turkey bacon and sweet potato fries

[spotted-speedster]

Why sweet potato?

[biking-kitty]

Their normal fries suck.

But their sweet potato ones are crispy

[spotted-speedster]

That's unfortunate. I think I'll have the same thing as you.

[spotted-speedster]

[He hears a motorcycle pulling up and a girl. A year younger. With a post-it in her hand she looks up at the house. She takes off the helmet. It is black with cat ears. Her gloves have paw-pads in them. Pink leather for them. She has the same eyes. A birthmark like a scar... it is too familiar]

[He glares down at her before going to the door.]

[biking-kitty]

[She walks up and knocks. She seems nervous]

[spotted-speedster]

[He ignores it for about a minute before finally opening it.]

What do you want?

[biking-kitty]

[She shifts back and forth on her feet]

I'm looking for an umm...

[She looks at her note]

Emerson. I think.... Is that you?

[spotted-speedster]

Who's asking?

[biking-kitty]

Cassandra Jules. I think your my brother...

[Her eyes meet his. They were identical in color]

[spotted-speedster]

[He narrows his eyes. He doesn't seem particularly pleased about this.]

Half brother more like it.

If you want to talk, you can't do it here.

[biking-kitty]

[She nods]

I know a diner in town.

[She seems nervous despite how she looks on the outside]

Are you comfortable with talking now or later?

[spotted-speedster]

Let's do it now.

[biking-kitty]

Are you good riding?

[Sje points at her motorcycle]

[spotted-speedster]

Sure.

[biking-kitty]

[She puts her helmet down. She sits and waves him over]

[spotted-speedster]

[He sits down behind her and holds on.]

[biking-kitty]

[She drives fast and reckless. He hears her giggling under the mask as she weaves through traffic.]

Hold on!

[spotted-speedster]

[He holds on tight.]

[biking-kitty]

[When they get there she is laughing)

Have fun?

[Sje takes off her helmet and another biker. An old man with a long beard grins and pats her head as she passes she looks at Emerson]

That's Mike. He's like a dad to me. Sweetest dude.

[She leads him in]

[spotted-speedster]

[He bristles at the older man.]

Mhm. Sure.

[biking-kitty]

[She sits and a waitress hands them menus.]

Order something. I'm paying

[spotted-speedster]

Is this a place you go often?

[He scans the menu.]

[biking-kitty]

After classes. All the damned time.

[She looks at him and smiles]

I'm i'm really glad you didn't tell me to fuck off.

I was scared I ain't gonna lie

[spotted-speedster]

It's just meeting you one time.

[He doesn't look at her, instead laser focused on the menu.]

It's better to sate your curiousity now then have you keep asking questions in unsafe places.

Did you ever meet our father?

[biking-kitty]

True.

And i'll be out of your hair if you wish.

[She hums softly]

True.

Ah- no. Hell I never met my mother. I was abandoned.

[spotted-speedster]

You got lucky.

[biking-kitty]

I heard he sucked so much ass

[spotted-speedster]

Worst man alive in the city.

What's your regular here?

[biking-kitty]

BLT with turkey bacon and sweet potato fries

[spotted-speedster]

Why sweet potato?

[spotted-speedster]

[He hears a motorcycle pulling up and a girl. A year younger. With a post-it in her hand she looks up at the house. She takes off the helmet. It is black with cat ears. Her gloves have paw-pads in them. Pink leather for them. She has the same eyes. A birthmark like a scar... it is too familiar]

[He glares down at her before going to the door.]

[biking-kitty]

[She walks up and knocks. She seems nervous]

[spotted-speedster]

[He ignores it for about a minute before finally opening it.]

What do you want?

[biking-kitty]

[She shifts back and forth on her feet]

I'm looking for an umm...

[She looks at her note]

Emerson. I think.... Is that you?

[spotted-speedster]

Who's asking?

[biking-kitty]

Cassandra Jules. I think your my brother...

[Her eyes meet his. They were identical in color]

[spotted-speedster]

[He narrows his eyes. He doesn't seem particularly pleased about this.]

Half brother more like it.

If you want to talk, you can't do it here.

[biking-kitty]

[She nods]

I know a diner in town.

[She seems nervous despite how she looks on the outside]

Are you comfortable with talking now or later?

[spotted-speedster]

Let's do it now.

[biking-kitty]

Are you good riding?

[Sje points at her motorcycle]

[spotted-speedster]

Sure.

[biking-kitty]

[She puts her helmet down. She sits and waves him over]

[spotted-speedster]

[He sits down behind her and holds on.]

[biking-kitty]

[She drives fast and reckless. He hears her giggling under the mask as she weaves through traffic.]

Hold on!

[spotted-speedster]

[He holds on tight.]

[biking-kitty]

[When they get there she is laughing)

Have fun?

[Sje takes off her helmet and another biker. An old man with a long beard grins and pats her head as she passes she looks at Emerson]

That's Mike. He's like a dad to me. Sweetest dude.

[She leads him in]

[spotted-speedster]

[He bristles at the older man.]

Mhm. Sure.

[biking-kitty]

[She sits and a waitress hands them menus.]

Order something. I'm paying

[spotted-speedster]

Is this a place you go often?

[He scans the menu.]

[biking-kitty]

After classes. All the damned time.

[She looks at him and smiles]

I'm i'm really glad you didn't tell me to fuck off.

I was scared I ain't gonna lie

[spotted-speedster]

It's just meeting you one time.

[He doesn't look at her, instead laser focused on the menu.]

It's better to sate your curiousity now then have you keep asking questions in unsafe places.

Did you ever meet our father?

[biking-kitty]

True.

And i'll be out of your hair if you wish.

[She hums softly]

True.

Ah- no. Hell I never met my mother. I was abandoned.

[spotted-speedster]

You got lucky.

[biking-kitty]

I heard he sucked so much ass

[spotted-speedster]

Worst man alive in the city.

What's your regular here?

[spotted-speedster]

[He hears a motorcycle pulling up and a girl. A year younger. With a post-it in her hand she looks up at the house. She takes off the helmet. It is black with cat ears. Her gloves have paw-pads in them. Pink leather for them. She has the same eyes. A birthmark like a scar... it is too familiar]

[He glares down at her before going to the door.]

[biking-kitty]

[She walks up and knocks. She seems nervous]

[spotted-speedster]

[He ignores it for about a minute before finally opening it.]

What do you want?

[biking-kitty]

[She shifts back and forth on her feet]

I'm looking for an umm...

[She looks at her note]

Emerson. I think.... Is that you?

[spotted-speedster]

Who's asking?

[biking-kitty]

Cassandra Jules. I think your my brother...

[Her eyes meet his. They were identical in color]

[spotted-speedster]

[He narrows his eyes. He doesn't seem particularly pleased about this.]

Half brother more like it.

If you want to talk, you can't do it here.

[biking-kitty]

[She nods]

I know a diner in town.

[She seems nervous despite how she looks on the outside]

Are you comfortable with talking now or later?

[spotted-speedster]

Let's do it now.

[biking-kitty]

Are you good riding?

[Sje points at her motorcycle]

[spotted-speedster]

Sure.

[biking-kitty]

[She puts her helmet down. She sits and waves him over]

[spotted-speedster]

[He sits down behind her and holds on.]

[biking-kitty]

[She drives fast and reckless. He hears her giggling under the mask as she weaves through traffic.]

Hold on!

[spotted-speedster]

[He holds on tight.]

[biking-kitty]

[When they get there she is laughing)

Have fun?

[Sje takes off her helmet and another biker. An old man with a long beard grins and pats her head as she passes she looks at Emerson]

That's Mike. He's like a dad to me. Sweetest dude.

[She leads him in]

[spotted-speedster]

[He bristles at the older man.]

Mhm. Sure.

[biking-kitty]

[She sits and a waitress hands them menus.]

Order something. I'm paying

[spotted-speedster]

Is this a place you go often?

[He scans the menu.]

[biking-kitty]

After classes. All the damned time.

[She looks at him and smiles]

I'm i'm really glad you didn't tell me to fuck off.

I was scared I ain't gonna lie

[spotted-speedster]

It's just meeting you one time.

[He doesn't look at her, instead laser focused on the menu.]

It's better to sate your curiousity now then have you keep asking questions in unsafe places.

Did you ever meet our father?

[biking-kitty]

True.

And i'll be out of your hair if you wish.

[She hums softly]

True.

Ah- no. Hell I never met my mother. I was abandoned.

[spotted-speedster]

You got lucky.

[spotted-speedster]

[He hears a motorcycle pulling up and a girl. A year younger. With a post-it in her hand she looks up at the house. She takes off the helmet. It is black with cat ears. Her gloves have paw-pads in them. Pink leather for them. She has the same eyes. A birthmark like a scar... it is too familiar]

[He glares down at her before going to the door.]

[biking-kitty]

[She walks up and knocks. She seems nervous]

[spotted-speedster]

[He ignores it for about a minute before finally opening it.]

What do you want?

[biking-kitty]

[She shifts back and forth on her feet]

I'm looking for an umm...

[She looks at her note]

Emerson. I think.... Is that you?

[spotted-speedster]

Who's asking?

[biking-kitty]

Cassandra Jules. I think your my brother...

[Her eyes meet his. They were identical in color]

[spotted-speedster]

[He narrows his eyes. He doesn't seem particularly pleased about this.]

Half brother more like it.

If you want to talk, you can't do it here.

[biking-kitty]

[She nods]

I know a diner in town.

[She seems nervous despite how she looks on the outside]

Are you comfortable with talking now or later?

[spotted-speedster]

Let's do it now.

[biking-kitty]

Are you good riding?

[Sje points at her motorcycle]

[spotted-speedster]

Sure.

[biking-kitty]

[She puts her helmet down. She sits and waves him over]

[spotted-speedster]

[He sits down behind her and holds on.]

[biking-kitty]

[She drives fast and reckless. He hears her giggling under the mask as she weaves through traffic.]

Hold on!

[spotted-speedster]

[He holds on tight.]

[biking-kitty]

[When they get there she is laughing)

Have fun?

[Sje takes off her helmet and another biker. An old man with a long beard grins and pats her head as she passes she looks at Emerson]

That's Mike. He's like a dad to me. Sweetest dude.

[She leads him in]

[spotted-speedster]

[He bristles at the older man.]

Mhm. Sure.

[biking-kitty]

[She sits and a waitress hands them menus.]

Order something. I'm paying

[spotted-speedster]

Is this a place you go often?

[He scans the menu.]

[biking-kitty]

After classes. All the damned time.

[She looks at him and smiles]

I'm i'm really glad you didn't tell me to fuck off.

I was scared I ain't gonna lie

[spotted-speedster]

It's just meeting you one time.

[He doesn't look at her, instead laser focused on the menu.]

It's better to sate your curiousity now then have you keep asking questions in unsafe places.

Did you ever meet our father?

[spotted-speedster]

[He hears a motorcycle pulling up and a girl. A year younger. With a post-it in her hand she looks up at the house. She takes off the helmet. It is black with cat ears. Her gloves have paw-pads in them. Pink leather for them. She has the same eyes. A birthmark like a scar... it is too familiar]

[He glares down at her before going to the door.]

[biking-kitty]

[She walks up and knocks. She seems nervous]

[spotted-speedster]

[He ignores it for about a minute before finally opening it.]

What do you want?

[biking-kitty]

[She shifts back and forth on her feet]

I'm looking for an umm...

[She looks at her note]

Emerson. I think.... Is that you?

[spotted-speedster]

Who's asking?

[biking-kitty]

Cassandra Jules. I think your my brother...

[Her eyes meet his. They were identical in color]

[spotted-speedster]

[He narrows his eyes. He doesn't seem particularly pleased about this.]

Half brother more like it.

If you want to talk, you can't do it here.

[biking-kitty]

[She nods]

I know a diner in town.

[She seems nervous despite how she looks on the outside]

Are you comfortable with talking now or later?

[spotted-speedster]

Let's do it now.

[biking-kitty]

Are you good riding?

[Sje points at her motorcycle]

[spotted-speedster]

Sure.

[biking-kitty]

[She puts her helmet down. She sits and waves him over]

[spotted-speedster]

[He sits down behind her and holds on.]

[biking-kitty]

[She drives fast and reckless. He hears her giggling under the mask as she weaves through traffic.]

Hold on!

[spotted-speedster]

[He holds on tight.]

[biking-kitty]

[When they get there she is laughing)

Have fun?

[Sje takes off her helmet and another biker. An old man with a long beard grins and pats her head as she passes she looks at Emerson]

That's Mike. He's like a dad to me. Sweetest dude.

[She leads him in]

[spotted-speedster]

[He bristles at the older man.]

Mhm. Sure.

[biking-kitty]

[She sits and a waitress hands them menus.]

Order something. I'm paying

[spotted-speedster]

Is this a place you go often?

[He scans the menu.]

[spotted-speedster]

[He hears a motorcycle pulling up and a girl. A year younger. With a post-it in her hand she looks up at the house. She takes off the helmet. It is black with cat ears. Her gloves have paw-pads in them. Pink leather for them. She has the same eyes. A birthmark like a scar... it is too familiar]

[He glares down at her before going to the door.]

[biking-kitty]

[She walks up and knocks. She seems nervous]

[spotted-speedster]

[He ignores it for about a minute before finally opening it.]

What do you want?

[biking-kitty]

[She shifts back and forth on her feet]

I'm looking for an umm...

[She looks at her note]

Emerson. I think.... Is that you?

[spotted-speedster]

Who's asking?

[biking-kitty]

Cassandra Jules. I think your my brother...

[Her eyes meet his. They were identical in color]

[spotted-speedster]

[He narrows his eyes. He doesn't seem particularly pleased about this.]

Half brother more like it.

If you want to talk, you can't do it here.

[biking-kitty]

[She nods]

I know a diner in town.

[She seems nervous despite how she looks on the outside]

Are you comfortable with talking now or later?

[spotted-speedster]

Let's do it now.

[biking-kitty]

Are you good riding?

[Sje points at her motorcycle]

[spotted-speedster]

Sure.

[biking-kitty]

[She puts her helmet down. She sits and waves him over]

[spotted-speedster]

[He sits down behind her and holds on.]

[biking-kitty]

[She drives fast and reckless. He hears her giggling under the mask as she weaves through traffic.]

Hold on!

[spotted-speedster]

[He holds on tight.]

[biking-kitty]

[When they get there she is laughing)

Have fun?

[Sje takes off her helmet and another biker. An old man with a long beard grins and pats her head as she passes she looks at Emerson]

That's Mike. He's like a dad to me. Sweetest dude.

[She leads him in]

[spotted-speedster]

[He bristles at the older man.]

Mhm. Sure.

[spotted-speedster]

[He hears a motorcycle pulling up and a girl. A year younger. With a post-it in her hand she looks up at the house. She takes off the helmet. It is black with cat ears. Her gloves have paw-pads in them. Pink leather for them. She has the same eyes. A birthmark like a scar... it is too familiar]

[He glares down at her before going to the door.]

[biking-kitty]

[She walks up and knocks. She seems nervous]

[spotted-speedster]

[He ignores it for about a minute before finally opening it.]

What do you want?

[biking-kitty]

[She shifts back and forth on her feet]

I'm looking for an umm...

[She looks at her note]

Emerson. I think.... Is that you?

[spotted-speedster]

Who's asking?

[biking-kitty]

Cassandra Jules. I think your my brother...

[Her eyes meet his. They were identical in color]

[spotted-speedster]

[He narrows his eyes. He doesn't seem particularly pleased about this.]

Half brother more like it.

If you want to talk, you can't do it here.

[biking-kitty]

[She nods]

I know a diner in town.

[She seems nervous despite how she looks on the outside]

Are you comfortable with talking now or later?

[spotted-speedster]

Let's do it now.

[biking-kitty]

Are you good riding?

[Sje points at her motorcycle]

[spotted-speedster]

Sure.

[biking-kitty]

[She puts her helmet down. She sits and waves him over]

[spotted-speedster]

[He sits down behind her and holds on.]

[biking-kitty]

[She drives fast and reckless. He hears her giggling under the mask as she weaves through traffic.]

Hold on!

[spotted-speedster]

[He holds on tight.]

[spotted-speedster]

[He hears a motorcycle pulling up and a girl. A year younger. With a post-it in her hand she looks up at the house. She takes off the helmet. It is black with cat ears. Her gloves have paw-pads in them. Pink leather for them. She has the same eyes. A birthmark like a scar... it is too familiar]

[He glares down at her before going to the door.]

[biking-kitty]

[She walks up and knocks. She seems nervous]

[spotted-speedster]

[He ignores it for about a minute before finally opening it.]

What do you want?

[biking-kitty]

[She shifts back and forth on her feet]

I'm looking for an umm...

[She looks at her note]

Emerson. I think.... Is that you?

[spotted-speedster]

Who's asking?

[biking-kitty]

Cassandra Jules. I think your my brother...

[Her eyes meet his. They were identical in color]

[spotted-speedster]

[He narrows his eyes. He doesn't seem particularly pleased about this.]

Half brother more like it.

If you want to talk, you can't do it here.

[biking-kitty]

[She nods]

I know a diner in town.

[She seems nervous despite how she looks on the outside]

Are you comfortable with talking now or later?

[spotted-speedster]

Let's do it now.

[biking-kitty]

Are you good riding?

[Sje points at her motorcycle]

[spotted-speedster]

Sure.

[biking-kitty]

[She puts her helmet down. She sits and waves him over]

[spotted-speedster]

[He sits down behind her and holds on.]