Moe Green

Former station manager, employee/bookkeeper/chiropractor of SCTV News. Current employee for Planet Record Company. He/Him

[sunrise-sunsxt]

(Oh G-d, I can’t believe I put this off until the last second- why did I wait so long?!)

Hello there, I am Maurice Green! (But most just call me by Moe instead). Former station manager of SCTV News and former hosts to Dialing For Dollars, Feedback, and Sunrise Semester.

A close colleague of mine said to try, that this would help with my communication skills much better and lessen my anxiousness by interacting with everyday people like yourselves or so I hope...

I’m quite new at this whole thing and I do work, so do try to be patient with me on replies back please (or not- I’ve been told that I’m not very easiest to get along with or pleasant at that...)

Where was I going with this?

Oh yes, right!

Please try to keep the content sent in at an appropriate level (not just for others sake, but one of my bosses could find this and I have a weak heart so please). But any type that is offensive, harassment, or sexually explicit will automatically be deleted from my inbox.

Tags:

#Daily ledger- replies/general posting

#Daybooks- music tastes

#Equity- muses in general

#Personal statement- do not respond to, only dialogue

[sunrise-sunsxt]

[All seemed peaceful, all seemed quiet save from the purr of a car engine as Russell pulled out of the driveway and the occasional sound from one of the neighbors outside.

It was quiet for the most part, Zeke had popped in a moment earlier to say he was stepping out to a Harbor Freight for a few items to finish off with last of the repairs.]

Er, uh Jo- do you mind watching her for a moment..?

[He’d asked, spotting the eldest girl of the great granddaughters as she came down from one of the upstairs rooms, pointing to Stephanie who got her hands on a box of tissues.]

I just, need to, check on…the others really quick. If one’s up they’re all sure to follow, I mean.

[His social skills weren’t too well in the beginning, tried too hard. What’s left clearly went down the drain during his time in hospice.]

….Sure, Moe, go ahead.

[Her eyes never really met with his as of lately, but she’d been trying her hardest (the talking both Graves sisters from their mother to show some sympathy regarding their Uncle was enough)

Moe wouldn’t blame her though, even he tried avoiding looking at himself for too long as well.

As he peeked into each room, every child he’d seen was still sound in their respective bed as they’d been laid down earlier. Eyes shut, curled into their pillows, with the only movements being the little rises to their chest as they breathed.

‘Good.’ Well, one less thing to worry about now.

….Scratch that, the sound of tiny footsteps padding across the carpet filled his ears. It wasn’t long before something bumped into the back of his leg.]

Oh, hi, I didn’t think you were up.

[There was Jillian, exiting from a room he’d just previously checked, one palming rubbing at her eye while the other gripped onto his pant leg for stability.]

Did you just wake up or you couldn’t sleep?

[She merely nodded, still too fatigued for her mind to form sentences and lips pursed together from lack of moisture.

‘Well, no used getting her back to sleep if she’s already up now.’

‘I know someone who’s winner for Uncle of the Year—’

This was beginning to be just plain irritating than annoying now.

‘Do you ever stay quiet?!’

Well, all were nestled quietly in each room with the exception one. Wouldn’t be fair to dawdle in the hallway and leave the other to babysitting by herself.

He felt a pang of guilt having to deny the usual piggyback ride to the kitchen but if Moe could barely lift Stephanie, it’d be near impossible to balance Jillian, even with her small size.

The 7-year didn’t fully begin to awaken until the sound of sticky plastic and hum of the refrigerator motor mechanism filled her ears.

Out came the large box set onto the counter, popping open the little slit and retrieving 4 of the frozen treats from the inside.]

Just remember what the rules are-

[He said, bending down to her level height, two popsicles in a hand that were attached to one another by the tops & bottoms of the wrapper.]

Make sure to hide all evidence.

Good- and the second, if it’s found by one of the others?

You weren’t here.

[Snapping off one, he placed the wrapped treat into her hand, a pat to her golden curls.]

Atta girl.

[He said, allowing Jillian to unwrap and bite into the frozen grape treat that would cool her from the Ohio heat.

Not that he could feel it, his body had difficulty regulating heat lately that left him absolutely chilled to the bone at most times.

And sure, he would probably get some stares at wearing a cardigan in 100 degree weather, but to him it felt barely above 40.]

[It seemed like perfect summer weather as the two got outside, just a smidge more than what some would prefer.

But it was Ohio, not much of a clear explanation there though nothing much to say.

There was Jo, taking place where the sun hit most in the comfort of a lawn chair and swim cover discarded onto the grass.

The two youngest members took a spot on each side of him, Stephanie already halfway finished as evidenced by the stains purple darkening the front of her onesie. While Jillian merely crunched on hers, blonde curls already frizzing from the humidity.]

[sunrise-sunsxt]

Well, that time of year again. They come as they go, that’s what the New Year brings.

I know some may be looking forward to it, starting anew.

But for me, it just feels as though no matter what I do, I just keep going backwards.

Some say just give it a few days, but that’s been told to me for over the past 25 years.

(Nice job, managed to be a complete downer again)

I really have no big resolutions. Same as every year, just try to survive out there and avoid any mishaps.

[sigh]

1994, here we come. Just a few more hours.

[bek-a-la]

[christianitywithouttheinsanity]

[christianitywithouttheinsanity]

[christianitywithouttheinsanity]

[fanofspooky]

[sunrise-sunsxt]

I don’t know why but it just doesn’t feel like the holidays this year.

Growing up, it was only Hanukkah I celebrated, my family stuck to the more traditional way of things and so was raised in such.

Ix-nay my Bubbe Frayda, from the maternal side of my family.

Kept up an original Rudolph pamphlet from the Montgomery Ward department store when she visited in ‘39.

“We practically wrote all those Christmas songs: what’s the harm of putting up a cute little deer on my mantle?”

Wasn’t wrong there, Robert L. May did come from a Jewish background. And Bubbe loved her little deer tchotchkes, even off from the holidays.

G-d, I really do miss her.

I didn’t really start celebrating Christmas until joining the family.

Didn’t really have anyone to celebrate with for Hanukkah because of what happened, when…-

Ach- I’m getting too deep and too sentimental right now.

I’ll just try not to bum anybody out this year, don’t need to worry Bubbe again.

Looks like Uncle Harris is going solo for his tinsel boa act this year, I doubt Elon could do that act in heels while in his condition.

(I never did get an answer about the due date).

The eggnog is running low and I’m not sure where Uncle Don is-

(Please, don’t let it be Schnapps Incident of New Year’s ’79 again….)

Wait, I think I hear something outside.

Just going to take a peek out the window- oh my G-d, how did Don tangle himself up in the lights from the roof!?

…..I better go help the others before we have to visit the E.R. and those places are crowded on such nights.

Happy holidays and well wishes, all.

[notallthosewho-wanderarelost]

Happy fifth night of Hanukkah!

[sch-uwu-lchen]

happy fourth night

[kpwerker]

Happy fourth night, after a gloriously sunny, super cold day, perfect for a walk at the beach at the solstice.

#chanukah #happychanukah #hanukkah #candles #vancouver #solstice https://www.instagram.com/p/Cmc-MuDJMz-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[charmymemes]

𝐎𝐂 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒!

feel free to tweak questions + all emojis r listed in text form bc i can't see some of them aAAaaAA! sorry if any of these questions are too similar i tried to avoid that but .. there's a lot lol! categorized by emoji type.

i wanted to make one because i could not find one on tumblr already that had a ton of questions. this was created by combining ones under the #oc ask game tag + my own contributions. hi charmymemes nation i'm back.

people

👁️ EYE - what colour are their eyes? do people notice their eyes? is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical...)?

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

👊 PUNCH - are they quick to violence?

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

food & drinks

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it?

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

🍟 FRIES - do they order food often? or they prefer to cook their own food?

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?

🍓 STRAWBERRY - do they eat their fruit & veg? what is their favourite fruit or vegetable?

🍰 CAKE SLICE - favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes?

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

plants & nature

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

🌋 VOLCANO - how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion?

🌺 HIBISCUS - do they have any allergies?

🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?

🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity?

☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

🌹 ROSE - do they like valentines day? have they been confessed to before? have they confessed to anyone before?

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

🙊 SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

🍀 CLOVER - do they believe in luck? are they lucky?

🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

activity

⚾ BASEBALL - can they play sports? what is their best position if they play a team sport? what's their strong suit (speed, power etc.)?

🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?

objects

📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

📖 OPEN BOOK - do they like reading? what's their favourite genre?

🪤 MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?

📸 CAMERA - do they enjoy having their picture taken? what's their go-to pose? do they like taking photos? what do they take photos of?

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

💡 LIGHTBULB - is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it?

💎 DIAMOND - how rich are they? can they live the lifestyle they want to?

🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?

🍼 BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children?

🔪 KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?

👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

🎤 MICROPHONE - are they good at singing? what is their go-to karaoke song?

🎷 SAXOPHONE - do they play any instruments? are they any good at it?

📚 BOOKS - how were they at school? what is their best subject? what is their worst subject? do they have a favourite subject?

👖 JEANS - what is their go-to outfit?

🎨 PALETTE - can they draw? what do they like to draw?

🎡 FERRIS WHEEL - are they someone who wants to kiss at the top of the ferris wheel?

⏳ HOURGLASS - are they usually late or on-time?

🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

🎀 RIBBON - how would they fit into other worlds / aus? what aus would you like to try out? what fictional world would they fit / not fit into?

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

📦 PACKAGE - what are some "most likely to..." that can apply to them?

🖍️ CRAYON - what advice would you give to them?

⚙️ GEAR - what are your ocs thoughts on science & art? which do they give more importance to? how much value do they place on each?

🔧 WRENCH - are they good at fixing relationships? or do they tend to avoid doing so?

❇️ SPARKLE - what is their most prized possession? what do they value?

📏 RULER - is your oc well educated? where did they get their learning from?

transport

🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem?

🚲 BICYCLE - can they ride a bike? what do they remember from learning to ride a bicycle?

weather

🌩️ LIGHTNING - are they scared of lightning?

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

❄️ SNOWFLAKE - do people consider them cold? if so, what made them this way?

🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

🔥 FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

🌟 GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?

🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?

hearts

💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

💘 HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship? do they believe in love at first sight?

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticable? what changes when they're in love?

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

💙 BLUE HEART - do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn't around?

💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

💖 SPARKLING HEART - are they a subtle or a showy lover?

💌 LOVE LETTER - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

💔 BROKEN HEART - what could their partner do that would absolutely break their heart?

[elijah-beth]

Happy third night!!!

All I have to say is: wax. It gets it there.

[christianitywithouttheinsanity]

[philamuseum]

Happy Hanukkah! Tonight marks the first night of the Jewish Festival of Lights. We wish all who celebrate a holiday filled with latkes, sufganiyot, and dreidels galore.

“Menorah,” 1990, Neil Winokur 

[sunrise-sunsxt]

D-Did anyone know about Elon?

I didn’t even know he was dating anyone. Or even- WAIT. I do not need to think further, I am not traumatizing myself again after the egg incident.

(Then again, I’m still slow to anything outside of Microsoft Excel)

Well, at least Rachel will get someone to play with in a few months time.

[sfc-russell-ziskey]

I kinda suspected, but then quickly realized he wanted to keep on the QT for a bit. I got the impression he’s got a bit of a polycule going on, but I haven’t gotten much more than that. He’s been a busy, busy fellow, though, it seems.

[sunrise-sunsxt]

Wait- there’s more than one?

[‘Really way to word that one out, Maurice.’

‘I didn’t mean it that way-’

‘SHUT UP.’]

Er, uh, I mean not like it’s a bad thing.

I just, um, I do not know how to word this without sounding stupid or a complete asshole.

[sfc-russell-ziskey]

[Russ beamed gently, noting that Moe appeared to be cycling through some awkward thoughts. Poor fellow was as transparent as window glass, but his personal kaleidoscope surely made him, Russ reasoned, such an endearing focus for so much of Mort’s thoughts and affections, even if Moe hadn’t figured it out yet.]

It’s alright. Cis-hetero-normativity is not exactly represented very robustly in this family, and Elon especially seems to take it as a personal challenge to subvert such things at every opportunity, and with great delight. I think he’s been seeing a couple of guys out in New York.

He’s not the only one. I’ve got John, here with me, of course. And Louise back on base. Plus….well, I haven’t quite figured out if my captain has been making eyes at me too, lately, or if it’s…something else. His voice is like…[sigh]…well, it would take a poet, if you know what I mean.

[sunrise-sunsxt]

[‘Oh, as if he thinks you were. You’re anything BUT THAT.’

His ears burnt at that inner quip, for once he’d like to just shut his mind off for the day.

Anyways, it wasn’t any of his business or to insert his opinion on who one could love and how many to like.

It took a little while to remember their names, ‘81 wasn’t exactly current and most of his mind was still foggy back then.

Though Moe knew about John a little more, as he knew the latter’s brother didn’t have the highest of opinions about the man.]

I don’t really know much-

[‘You sure know how to pick’em though-‘

‘Be quiet.’

‘MAKE ME.’]

But I’m, willing to learn more.

Keep reading

[sfc-russell-ziskey]

Oh, my captain? Can’t be. He’s Army through and through. Joined the ROTC in college, and everything. Served in the Berlin Brigade longer than John and I did. He IS kind of a poet, though. Voice like deep, dark velvet. And he sings. Old jazz and operettas are his favorites. Captain Robert Underdunk Terwilliger, II. Sheesh. Even his name is elegant. Too easy to fall for a guy like that, you know? Auburn curls, grey eyes. Tall as a tree! How on earth a guy like that hasn’t been snatched up is beyond me.

But, John’s really come into his own. I don’t know if you’ve seen him yet, but he’s a drill sergeant now. Really amazing with the kids from rough neighborhoods with nowhere else to go. I’m so proud of him.

Wait, you mentioned a…Rachel, was it? Who’s Rachel?

[sunrise-sunsxt]

[When picturing the Captain, Moe’s mind came up with something a lot different.

A tree with red leaves and googly eyes, but that’s a bit of a literal stretch there.]

Maybe it’s someone else I’m confusing him with.

Used to work someone that fawned over his tall, handsome ‘Roberto’. Probably just mere coincidence.

[Looks like someone caught the Love Bug or in this case, stabbed Russell straight in the behind.]

Well, if you like him, he probably is a pretty nice guy from what you’re telling me.

[……Sh *t, he just let the cat out of the bag. Or in this case, kitten.

Moe had wanted to sit him down properly to talk with him but with his mind so cloudy and muddled with illness, it made things hard to remember.

He took a deep breath and simply came out with it.]

She’s….your niece.

Mazel Tov, Russell.

…..I’m sorry you had to find out this way, especially from someone that isn’t your brother.

They sent you a letter about it but no word ever came back, I think it may have gotten lost in transit.

Mort and I meant to tell you, but well, life happens and this was before…that happened.

And…before I opened my big mouth and let everything out before you could get settled in.

[Geez, he felt like a total ass.

No. He was one, just muddling everything that came out of his mouth today.]

[sfc-russell-ziskey]

Yeah, Robert never mentioned having a paramour.

[He sat, eyes drifting shut, as a gooey, lovestruck smile crossed his face.]

He’s…really something special. Kind. Brilliant. Sophisticated.

[As he spoke, Russell felt a bit…melty. He realized that he really was becoming quite smitten with his captain. This definitely complicated matters, but here, miles away, he didn’t - and couldn’t - find a care to give about what that might mean back on base. Yet.]

[But, presently, he was jarred back to reality as Moe revealed that Russ had apparently missed a letter about how he now had a brand new baby niece. And in an instant, he was beaming with joy.]

A niece?! This is amazing! No, I’m so glad you told me, Moe! You are a prince! I’m especially glad you told me before I saw either of my brothers….because…ooohh…..you genuinely saved my ass from serious embarassment.

I don’t have anything to give her…. YET. But, I passed a craft store on the way in, just a little way down the road. Big place. Red sign. I bet they have baby yarn. I can fix this. She is going to have the prettiest little lace dress you’ve ever set your eyes on. I know just the one. It’s in one of Bubbe’s Workbasket magazines…. Shit. I left my crochet hooks back on base. Well, Bubbe has a full set. I bet I can just borrow one. It won’t take me long.

Wait…how old is she? I don’t want to make it too small for her….

[sunrise-sunsxt]

Oh uh…thanks?

[He said, feeling the apples of his cheeks heat up from the compliment.

‘Oh don’t flatter yourself, you’re more of the before frog version if anything.’]

Well, Steven’s around here…somewhere. Might still be holed up in the guest bathroom, drying his hair from the sink incident.

Jr’s on his way with Tippy and the kids, traffic held them up for a bit and Mord’ got carsick on the way so that stalled a bit more for clean-up.

[‘Wait, he crochets now?’

Was this not the man who would send his shirts all the way to Ohio through the mail, just so Bubbe could sew the loose button back on?

Or how Steven had to practically drag him out for a professional suit before his first interview and hide his clip-on ties?

Maybe the Army did have more of an impact on him than just hit his psyche.]

Just hit 2 months last week, really tiny from what Grace told me when they went to the B’rit Bat.

Er, you still remember her, right? Her and Harris are still together, quite well really.

Never saw a pair more in sync than Zayde and Bubbe.

[‘Getting off TOPIC, MAURICE.’

Right, there was that part.]

It’s all right if it’s a little big, she’s got a lot of growing to do. She’ll fit in it in no time.

[He could do this, got this far, he can finish it off.]

I’m…not really sure if your Dad’s coming, Russell. I’m sorry.

[His throat felt dry, clearing it before talking again.]

Things have been a little rough since you were gone, particularly between him and Steven but that’s not really something new.

Last time. Well…it did not go so well, but it’s not my place to say about anything.

[He moved slightly closer, his voice going down to a whisper as relayed the little secret.

Moe almost hesitated, noticing a long thin scar on the other’s face that wasn’t there 12 years ago.

‘…..Did I do that to him?’

He felt his mouth water, nausea hitting his stomach and the threat of bile moving up to his throat.

‘FOCUS GREEN.’ He swallowed it down, this wasn’t the time.]

This is just between the two of us, but Bubbe says he might be coming.

BUT- Not a word of it to your brother.

At least not till we sedate him, preferably with a strong liquor.

[sfc-russell-ziskey]

[Russ paused, blinking.]

…Sink…incident?

[But, he didn’t have much time to dwell on it, as news of his little brother’s road delays hit him in a fairly personal spot.]

Ooh, poor kid. Motion sickness used to bug me pretty badly, too. Hope he’s feeling a little better.

[He felt Moe surveying him briefly with a contemplative expression, before he talked about little Rachel’s age, and he began to feel again the weight of all the time he’d been gone. He nodded along, because of course he remembered what a fine pair Harris and Grace made. Poor Moe, carrying all this news of lives that had gone on without Russ there. But, that was the pain he’d felt in Mogadishu, seeing all those other families, bereft of everything imaginable - except one another, for as long as they could hold out. He saw those families torn apart, while his distance from his own was for nothing so serious as that. Nothing so dire. Nothing so harrowing. He softened at Moe’s description of his precious new little niece, and was sufficiently transported by the prospect of seeing her that he nearly missed Moe’s confession that he wasn’t sure if his father was expected or not. But, Moe’s awkward pause made the weight his poor fragile frame was carrying all the harder for Russ.]

[He reached out and placed a tentative hand on Moe’s too-small shoulder.]

I’m sorry, Moe. Genuinely. I should have kept in touch all this time. I’ve often wondered if Steven would ever forgive me, and I guess I’ve just kept being afraid of what he’d have to say to me. But, I can’t stay away anymore. Not after….everything. But, if Dad does come, I’ll do my best to run interference. I owe Steven that much, at least. There’s not very much Dad can do to me these days.

[Russ’ eyes felt misty, and to hide it, he gave Moe the best brotherly hug he could manage.]

I’m so sorry. For everything. You’re the last person who should have to carry all of this. You have my word. I won’t breathe a word to Steven. He’ll probably be too distracted by me showing up to wonder much about Dad anyhow.

[He released the poor, stricken accountant, and glanced him over.]

You’re looking a lot better since I saw you last. Mort’s been taking good care of you, hasn’t he?

[Russ managed a misty smile.]

Between him and Bubbe’s cooking, they’ll have you hale, hearty, and fighting fit in no time.

[sunrise-sunsxt]

Tallulah. That’s all I need to tell you.

Zeke’s still fixing it,

[Said cousin mentioned, Moe winced as he could hear the clang of metal and a yell of pain not long after.]

Curt’ landed in it pretty hard. Went flying practically, though I’m pretty much to blame for that, I hid this under Tobias’ spare earlier.

[Pointing to his that held the results of the dye job went wrong, which Steven explained was due to the dye oxidizing from using box dye.

He still never answered his question about knowing that.]

She decided to be cheeky and play tug-a-war so now Curtis has her outside for a time out.

[That horse was practically a child to the Mountie by now, so like any parent would with a child that misbehaves, they discipline.

Even if said ‘child’ was a 1,000 pound horse.]

Eh, he’ll be all right. I’ve seen him get socked in the stomach with a bat, toss his lunch, and then ask what’s for dinner not long after.

[It was weird hearing such words from him, that wall Moe worked so hard to build wasn’t all that easy to rid of after awhile.

He’ll admit it, he hadn’t had the highest of opinions of the other when they had first met. A tick of annoyance hearing the other bouncing around from major to major with hardly a plan, while still having time to throw back beers with a Mr. John Winger.

Though, this was back before Moe had his ego extremely brought down to Earth.

Before….…]

I know you two didn’t have the best of conversations that last time.

[And he remembered it all right.

{“Have you truly lost it!? Are you that fuckin’ stupid to follow that IDIOT like a stray puppy!?”}

House practically shook with how much yelling Steven was doing, slammed the phone so hard it nearly cracked the frame of it.

Took nearly 2 hours for Harris to calm him down and even then, he hardly spoke that week at the reunion.]

Though, I don’t think he really held it against you.

[No, he held it against someone entirely different.

Which reminded Moe to go down to the basement earlier and remove a certain picture down from the dart board before Russell could find it.

Or for Steven to perfectly enact how John looked on that board- riddled with many little holes and a dart in the middle of his brows.]

He seemed to actually show regret that last time.

[Which was very rare for him to show anything besides grim seriousness or pissed off.

Then again, hardly anyone seemed to blame Steven for his reaction.

It isn’t everyday someone gets a call at the crack of dawn to pick up their brother’s car from the impound lot after being found in a loading zone, told to pick up it in 72 hours or it was scrap metal, and not immediately think “RED FLAG”.

Harris (who was like a surrogate father to his nephews growing up) hardly slept a wink, looking close to a breakdown at knowing this situation was out of his hands.

Gracelynn (who despite the age difference in being much younger than 3 brothers, loved them like they were her own) could barely speak without so much as falling into tears again.

And Ben. Well, being only a baby at the time, not much to do then just be puzzled and peek over his playpen to know what was going on.]

It may just go better than you think-

[Oh, annnd he’s hugging him…Really hard.

…..It was getting a little hard to breathe.

Then again, last time Russell had hugged him, all he had to worry about was trying to avoid the other’s sharp elbows from stabbing his ribs.

Being that of just a noodle while Moe moreso resembled that of a soft breadstick.

Now it looked like the Army really beefed him up, no longer all limbs and bone with a never-ending metabolism to match. He pretty much felt all muscle.]

D-Don’t mention, i-it…..

[He could finally breathe again, one more minute and Moe was sure he’d pass out from G.I. Jebediah there.

‘If you were any redder, I’m sure Crayola would use your face as a Spokesperson if it wasn’t for the fact you lack anything in attractiveness.’

‘SHUT UP.’]

He…tries. A lot of jokes here and there, but. Better than some I’ve heard,

and you remember the types I used to work with.

[He tried to slightly laugh it off, only sounding even more awkward and adding to the silence of the room.]

If I can keep anything down, the medications I take mess with my appetite.

They had to put the uh, ‘tube in, while in recovery.

Again.

[He felt sick, he hated it so much.

‘No, no- Maurice. Keep yourself together, it’s done and over with.’]

I haven’t really had much of an appetite for anything solid, can at least keep ice down.

[The pain medication from the soccer ball to his face hit him with a bout of nausea fast, barely made it to the restroom in time.

Sucking on ice cubes seemed to help, at least it seemed to take his mind off of the pain from his nose that had quite the nasty bruise under the bandage.]

[sfc-russell-ziskey]

Ah, yeah, Tallulah does have a mind of her own, and a remarkable will to use it.

[Russ noted that Moe seemed embarrassed by his hair, and thought back. It had been left a shocking white after his ordeal with Asmodeus, but Russell spied a couple of clues left along Moe’s hairline that suggested he’d dyed it recently, and the sergeant smiled warmly.]

Tug-o-war with a horse is pretty one sided, though, I don’t see much reason to hide your hair, like that, though. It looks nice. Maybe not your exact natural color, but, it’s got kind of warm highlights now. But, I’m guessing maybe it’s a little bolder than you wanted to go.

[The soldier laughed over Moe’s description of Mord’s adventures.]

[But, as the conversation became more serious, and the subject of Steven came up, Russ’ expression became more grave. He knew he’d left his brother in the lurch when he’d run off the join the Army with John, and he felt it was probably going to be the hardest part of coming back. It was also why he wanted to come in full dress uniform - and was especially insistent with John about it. He wanted to prove to Steven that while the decision may have seemed rash at the time, the two of them had made good on it, especially with all the colorful ribbons on their racks, and the bars on their sleeves to show how many times they’d both re-enlisted. Still, it was a relief that Moe seemed to think that seeing Steven again wouldn’t be as rough as Russ had feared.]

[As he released Moe from his hug, he saw the frail fellow catching his breath, and he noticed that he still had the feeding tube. Oh, poor Moe! Russ thought. I should be more gentle with him.]

Mort’s a good egg. I think he’s trying to lift his own spirits along with yours, too. And maybe trying to help you feel better, the best way he knows how.

[Then, he listened to Moe recount the truth about his condition.]

Oh, I am sorry, Moe. I hadn’t known how serious things were for you. The ice is something, at least. Especially on a day like this. Do you think you might be up for a popsicle?

Recovery is not a fun process, but you’ll get there. I was on desk duty for a while until this healed up back in ‘86.

[Russ ran a contemplative finger along his long, thin scar.]

I hated every second of not being able to get out there and do what I’d been trained to do all that time. It was the terrorist attack on La Belle Night Club when John and I were serving in the Berlin Brigade. But, while I was in the Infirmary, in bandages, the morning after the attack, I found out a lot about how John really felt about me. It’s who’s there for you when you need it most who genuinely care, Moe. And that’s worth more than anything.

Anyhow, I’ll go ahead and make an ice run, because I think we’ll need a lot of that today, and hit that craft store on the way for some baby yarn for little Rachel.

[He placed a reassuring hand on Moe’s shoulder.]

Every day that dawns is one day closer to the day that tube comes out. Mort’s got you in the meantime. He’s right there for you because he wants to be. You are not a burden. You take it easy, okay, Moe?

@john-swinger

[sunrise-sunsxt]

Oh uh, thanks….

[He said, his earlier embarrassment now melting into that of flattery for a moment.

Mort really did try his hardest for him and appreciated it, though at times it was hard to really show from either being too tired or too ill.

Moe thought for a moment, contemplating the other’s suggestion.]

It sounds like a good idea. At this point, I’m willing to try anything.

[He felt a twang of guilt every time Bubbe would offer him a small meal or snack throughout the day, it hurt for Moe to politely reject and see her little face fall into more concern over her surrogate grandson.

The nausea medication did nothing but send him into a dizzy spell, spending most of his time at the hospital and the short amount of time he had been there at his surrogate grandparents’ house in bed.

Just thought of eating made him want to spill what little remained in his stomach.]

Though I would be careful about tossing around the word P-O-P-S-I-C-L-E with little ears listening.

They come running like a dog would to when hearing the sound of an open bag of Purina-

[Moe stopped in his words as he felt something very small and sharply pointed sink into what little soft flesh remained in his ankle.

Looking down, his earlier statement was correct as he spotted one of the younger girls of the family gripping his ankle.]

-Like now, for instance.

[He said, going on both knees, which honestly left him a little winded.

Now lowering farther as to level equally to baby Stephanie’s face where she laid stomach first on the carpet floor.]

Aren’t you supposed to be napping right now, little miss?

[As best as one could at 14 months old, the toddler merely rolled her eyes before flipping onto her back with a huff.

Your mother’s not going to be happy when she sees you wide awake.

[He really shouldn’t have picked her up. Not only struggling to hold the chubby toddler with his skinny frame, but Stephanie fought in protest at being handled by someone she clearly didn’t like.

‘Yup, still hates me from earlier.’

‘Well, duh Captain Obvious!’

‘How did she even get out of her crib?’ He pondered.

Last Moe remembered, the doors remained closed during nap-time and Stephanie was much too small to reach the doorknob still.

That’s when he heard what sounded like a bear in hibernation with pneumonia, peering down the hallway to see the sound coming from an ajar door.

‘[sigh] Of course…Uncle Don…’

Infants, children in general, are not meant to be underestimated in their capabilities.]

It’s…definitely been a process. Hasn’t been a walk in the park lately….

[He’d felt a large weight off of his shoulders as Russell recounted the backstory of his new feature.

‘Thank G-d. Thank G-d, Thank G-d….’ Allowing himself to close his eyes for a moment’s peace, even with a infant currently kicking a foot into his ribs.]

[He listened as best as he could- bouncing Stephanie slightly on one hip to soothe her back to sleep, while recounting a few details about the attack he happened to catch some info on from the Reagan conference coverage of the aftermath.

‘No good crock, sending the whole country into an economic disaster-‘

‘AND we’re off TOPIC AGAIN!’

Right. Focus.

No matter how much the past leader made his blood boil, though currently Bush did the same as of lately.]

You’re both…really lucky to have each Russ, I really do mean it…

[Russell to many may appear clueless at times, too ambitious, or even a little reckless.

Though he certainly wasn’t stupid and known for a fact he was very loyal, protective over the ones he loved.

His heart felt a bittersweet warmth to it at hearing the details of the confession, feeling some guilt for that touch of heartache at his cousin’s happiness.

Wounds will heal, but those scars and bruises still flare a pain every now and then for a lifetime.]

….

[Moe merely nodded in agreement, masking the fact that he was freezing despite the temperature being in the triple digits today.

He felt his sight grow blurry, a lump forming in his throat at hearing such kind words.

Though that kind moment immediately ended, Stephanie’s small hand making contact on the bridge of his nose with an iron grip.]

No, no- Stephanie, let go of Uncle Moe’s nose!

[He winced through gritted teeth, trying his best to breathe through the pain.

Looks like nap-time was out of the question.

Moe felt a sudden chill up his spine as he felt the hook of a tiny on the plastic tubing. He made haste to remove her hand before it could be tugged out.

Last thing the man needed was a trip to the hospital to have it reinserted and ruining Bubbe’s rug by getting sick all over it.

The toddler clearly did not like that one bit, screeching at the top of her lungs with face a scarlet red and eyes pinched shut as she flailed in his arms.]

I’m sorry, Russell- I just. Need. To put her down- one..sec-!

[And sure enough, as soon as Stephanie was placed onto the seat of a couch cushion, her tantrum came to a complete halt.

‘….Crisis…..averted.’

Last thing that needed to happen were the rest being woken up right now.

Moe took a moment to fix the bandage Morris placed on earlier, a patch of bruised exposed from it partially being pulled off just now.]

Heh…, I’ll try…

[Moe sniffled with a small chuckle, attempting to blot away a stray tear that managed to escape. His fingertips lightly touching the plastic as he pondered Russell’s words.

Was it really true?

He sure felt like a burden many a times, his mouth sure did back in ‘79 and that really burdened practically everyone.

Burdened everyone with letting himself getting possessed.

Burdened Russell, burdened Zayde, burdened Mort- nearly got them killed thanks to him.

Still felt a burden by making everyone around him uncomfortable with his current appearance, all gaunt and tubing attached to himself.

His face grew warm, thinking back on past words the dentist said just a few months. He kept in contact that whole time, never showing any annoyance or asking for a favor return.

Perhaps it is true…..]

Oh uh, when you get back- Zeke still needs help getting the spare bassinet from the attic for Rachel out….but only if you want to…

Can catch up later while it’s getting putting together.

Maybe start John off somewhat small with introductions for him? You know how easy Zee’ gets along with just about anyone.

[Clearing his throat, he managed a tiny smile to the other, barely a difference to anyone though Moe knew Russell noticed even the smallest of details.]

Be careful, out there.