#002. peedee

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@diamcndlegacy

things were progressing as normally as they ever did in beach city. peedee was feeling.. pretty bored, all things considered. they hadn’t really had much traffic today, and he let out a small sigh as he stood at the counter, palm pressed against his cheek. with few tourists, it was rare to get customers this time of year, but.. as always, he was proud to help out.

as a shadow appeared and blocked his sunlight, peedee looked up, only to pause when he saw the boy standing there, his eyebrows slowly rising upwards. that sure was some.. interesting choice in clothes. still.. none of his business. 

“can i help you?”

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@blackstardiopside

“hey, good afternoon! can i get you anything today?” 

a standard greeting from the young boy as he leaned on the counter-top of the fry shop and he glanced up to see who had come to order, blinking slightly when he saw the diopside stood in front of him. he hadn’t really interacted with the gems all that much, but he knew them by sight, he’d seen most of them around town. 

“oh, you’re one of uh.. steven’s friends.. right?” 

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HC: Ronaldo and Peedee's mom was a bit of a cryptid/mysterious happenings buff herself and was Ronaldo's inspiration for keeping Beach City weird.

oh, laup.. you just hit me in the heart with this one.. ouch. yeah, i headcanon that peedee was too young to really remember his mom THAT much.. he remembers how she looked and has some faint memories of her.. but the idea that ronaldo learned most of his tricks from her has me crying. 

she instilled this excitement in him for all things weird and wonderful, told him to always open his eyes and see what was out there. ronaldo of course.. being who he is, takes it too far, sometimes.. but he knows if he finds something big, then everything he and his mom believed can be verified. that’s all he’s ever wanted. 

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Peedee what happened to your mom?

“my.. my mom?” 

peedee looked down at the ground at the question, his fingers moving to curl into small fists. it wasn’t really something that was often talked about in his household, really. the three of them just got on with what they needed to do, and as hard as that was, sometimes.. it was what they’d always done. 

“she.. she died. a long time ago. it’s.. kind of hard to talk about.”