Weak, but Skilled: Is one of the more low level soldiers in regards to the other Blood Gulchers and is definitely no match for a Freelancer or Space Pirate, but Grif is shown to be at least a better shot than Simmons and Donut and is rather a nice tactician on the battlefield. However, his best kills still come from when he is in the possession of a car.
Abitofafatass asked: ((brother/sister angst ahoy!)) What did you do?
abitofafatass
My muse visits yours in hospital.
“Grif?” Kai asked, leaning in the door. She wasn’t exactly sure what happened, but once she heard her brother was in hospital, Kai hauled ass.
What did she do? More like what did he do? It was Simmons- she thinks- that told her that Grif was in hospital, but she doesn’t remember. Kai sat down and stared, confused and emotional. “What the fuck, Grif?”
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Grif had a rather sour look on his face, and had one leg propped up in a cast. “I didn’t do anything. Some dickhole thought it was going to be funny to loosen the front tire of my bike before we started riding them.” But that didn’t seem to be the only reason he was here. They didn’t hook that many machines up to someone with only a broken leg. Also, he’d already been here a night. Didn’t they normally send people home once the cast was on?
She tried to put her hands on her hip, bumping her elbows an casually moving them back, her point failed. “Okay, but did you like, make him?” Kai tried. “Did you fuck with his shit first?” She leaned back, taking it in.
“Can I draw on your cast when we get home? Cause, you’re all patched up, and there is nothing you can do to stop me.” She paused. “Wait, when are you coming home? I don’t see a release date…”
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“No I didnt make him! I guess he thought it was a joke or something. Or maybe he was trying to get brownie points with Sarge…” Grif shrugged, and then bit his lip. “Well… I might not be getting out of here for a while, Sis. Turns out that my kidneys suck major cock, so… Gonna have to wait for a transplant…” In a way, it had been kind of a happy accident. Having to go to the hospital caught the problem before it started to actually get really bad. But that also put him at a low priority on the transplant list.
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She frowned. “Awww, Grif! Why don’t you look after yourself? I mean… you look after me…” That deepened the frown. Since their mother fucked off, he had taken good care of her, and it was kinda upsetting that he hadn’t done the same for himself. “How many do you need?”
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“Like, one working one.” He shrugged, “I guess they’ll see if you’re a match since we’re siblings, but it’ll suck since then you’ll only have one, and shit.” He leaned over to pull her into a hug, “Dont worry, ok Sis? It’ll be fine.”
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“Just one?” She asked, practically squeezing her brother. “I mean, we only need one, right? Each, So I guess you could have mine. If it fits.”
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He laughed, “It doesnt quite work like that, but yeah, thats the idea.” Grif rubbed her back comfortingly. “You gonna be ok at home by yourself?”
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“Pfft, obviously. I’ll be fine, we have plenty of frozen shit. And it doesn’t take a genius to work the oven, right? I mean you do it every night.”
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“Just dont forget about the food in there. And if the smoke alarm goes off, dont just unplug it because its annoying.” Grif was going to need to make a list of everything she needed to watch for, now that he thought about it. “Maybe I should just have someone stay with you.”
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“Ew. No. You’ll pick Sarge or Simmons.” She wrinkled her nose. “I can be fine at home. Trust me. I swear I won’t have any wild parties again. At all. Not even a little one.”
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“Like fuck I’m letting Sarge in my house.” Grif shook his head, mimicking her distaste. “Whats wrong with Simmons? Sure, he’ll make you healthy food, and try and make you do your homework… Actually, Simmons wouldnt be a bad idea.”
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“No, no. He’s really dorky. No.” She pouted. No way was she letting Simmons in the house without Grif. He’d rearrange everything. Alphabetically.
“Oh hell no. If Anyone, Make it Tucker, or Donut!”
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He gave her a long look, “No. If I let Donut stay with you, I’d come home to a redecorated house by Martha Stuart or some shit. And if I let Tucker stay… Its best if you two arent even in the same room alone.”
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“-But Simmons is your friend, and he’s not even the hottest.” She pouted. Okay, maybe Donut would take house sitting a little too seriously. And Tucker… Well, she wasn’t that smart, be she knew what her brother was getting at. Fucking like rabbits. It wasn’t even surprising.
“Well, What about Church? He’s not really that good-looking, and he’s boring as shit? Or Caboose..?”
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“Ok, maybe Church or Doc,” Grif conceded. Having Caboose over would be like the blind leading the blind. “Church is kind of a prick, and probably wont do that much, but I think he’ll manage to keep you out of too much trouble, and make sure the bills get paid on time.” He tucked a bit of hair that had gotten in Kaikaina’s face behind her ear and smiled. “Hopefully it wont take too long before I’m back home.”
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“No way! Not Doc.” She retorts. “I don’t him doing all that pilates shit, or eat organic stuff. Gross.” She sighed. “fine. Church or Simmons.” A moment later, she gave a small smile. “You better get better soon, you know.”
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Grif nodded, “Of course I will. And I’ll see if Simmons can stay with you soon. It might take a little convincing to get Church to do anything.” Now that that was settled, he leaned back in his hospital bed and relaxed. “So, how was school?”
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“It sucks dicks.” She replied. “You won’t believe this, but they kicked me off the cheerleading squad again.”
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“Really?” He heaved a huge sigh, “What happened this time?” How many times did this make? He couldnt remember.
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“It’s the third, or the fourth. I can remember, but they were really bitchy.” The was an aggravated sigh. “Oh well, I guess I’ll just join the nerd club or something.”
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He gave her a long look, “I’m sure there’s other clubs you can join. I don’t think the nerd club is ready for your type of awesome.” Or ready for a girl to be in their midst at all, really.
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“No.. But I’ll be bored sitting at home.” She replied. “I mean I could invite people over, but Simmons will have an aneurism or something.”
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“Simmons has an aneurysm every four minutes anyways.” Grif shrugged. “No wild parties. Dont do anything that would get you in a hospital bed, or the clinic.” She knew what he meant.
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“Really? Maybe he should be in hospital too!” Kai gave a sigh. Crossing her fingers. “Fine. No parties. And no… Other stuff… Not like Simmons will let me anyway.” The last part grumbled.
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That made him laugh, “I don’t think Simmons gets the whole talking to girls thing. He’d probably faint if you were just walking around in a bikini.” Besides, he was pretty sure that Simmons wasnt as straight as he made it seem (no he was not just hoping for his own sake).
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“No shit. But It’ll be funny, so I’ll record it and take it in to show you. Maybe it’ll help your fucked up kidneys. Or made you giggle… And you totally know which one I’m talking about..”
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He grinned and nodded, “Just make sure you dont kill the poor asshole. He may be a nerd, but… he’s not the worst guy in the world.” Grif felt bad for Simmons, almost. But what were friends for if not to take care of promiscuous younger siblings?
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Kai wouldn’t be that bad. Not enough to kill him, obviously, because she didn’t want to go to prison. BUt that wasn’t the point, he seemed okay, but he was kinda a stickler for rules. And Kai, if not anything else, was one for breaking them.
“Sure. No murder. Totally got it.”
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“Good.” he nodded, and pulled her close for a hug again. That should take care of just about everything, he thought. “Sooo…” Grif started, “Anything, or anyone new in your life?” He may be taking care of her, but he was also her nosy older brother.
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She raised a brow. “You wanna talk about boys?” That was new..
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“Why not? Its not like I have anything better to be doing.” He was purposefully ignoring the stack of binders Simmons had left him that contained school work that he was going to miss.
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“Awesome.” She replies, grabbing a marker and taking it to the cast. “Well, you know about Tucker. I mean that guy isn’t the worst I’ve had - You remember that last one right?” Kai spoke loudly, working with the pen.
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“You mean the one I told you was bad news, but you said he had a cute ass so it didnt matter?” He couldnt see what she was drawing from here. At least he could trust her to not draw too many dicks.
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“Yeah, him! He was kinda cute. I suppose Tucker is better. Well, he seems kinda desperate, but it’s cool. He’s nice really.” She nods, writing ‘Kai was here.’ In block caps.
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“As much as it pains me to say it, Tucker is the better option of the two of them,” and that really was difficult to say. At least he was sort of friends with Tucker.
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“Yeah. I think that guy does hard drugs now.” She smiled, finishing up a drawing of a smiley-faced dick with a hat.
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“Yeah… I think now would be the time that I say stay the fuck away from that.” Grif nodded, craning to see what she was drawing. “Awesome. That looks absolutely awesome.”
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“Thanks! I called it Simmons… Cause his name is Dick, right?” She grinned. “But yeah. Not cool. Not hot.”
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Grif snorted, and leaned forward to give her a high five. “Nice one! And nice choice. You usually dont get over someone like that this fast. Could it by my baby sister is finally growing up?”
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She slapped his hand and grinned. “Ain’t I just?… And I’m not a baby. You’re like…. Only some years older than me. But Yeah. And that means I don’t have to be baby sat, right?” Truth be told she wouldn’t mind an extra person wandering around the house whilst Grif was gone.
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“I’m still gonna ask someone to stay with you, just because I know otherwise the bills wont get paid, and then you’re going to complain that you dont have any lights. Or food because the fridge would be broken.”
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“Yeah, yeah. I know..” She pretended to pout. “Suppose it could be awesome for you to come home to a place tidy and that.”
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“I think it’s going to have to be when I get those transplants done anyways…” Grif shrugged.
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“Still, that’s plenty of time for him to clean up the whole entire house.” She grinned before adding. “-And I bet he will.”
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He laughed, “He’ll clean and actually like doing it. Why do you think I suggested he stay with you?”
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“Yeeahh. But Donut likes that shit too. And he’s not as… Obsessive. ”
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“Yes and no. Donut may not be as big a neat freak, but I bet you anything he’ll want to redecorate, and paint and shit. Be a lot more work in the long run.”
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“As long as its him working, why would you care….” She paused. Donut seemed to favour ‘lightish-red.’ “Okay, fair point.”
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“Yeah…” he nodded, “I know it wouldnt make much difference to you, but I do not want to come home to a pink house.”
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“What, why?! You’re hurt. Why do I still have to do homework?”
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Grif gave the stack of binders on his bedside table a sour look. They seemed to be multiplying already. “I dont get out of classwork either, you know. Some dickhead thought that he was helping by getting the work I’ll miss.”
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“…Is it the same dick that’s on your leg…” Kai asked, he would get it. “I don’t wanna. Maybe I can talk Simmons into doing it all too.”
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“Kaiii,” he whined, “You cant do that when that’s what I was gonna try to do! I’m the sick one here! And yes, its the dick on my leg.”
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“Well, we can both do it. He can practice with mine, then do yours afterwards. See, easy? How else was I gonna pass Algebra?”
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“I don’t think Simmons is going to think like that. I think he’s going to think this is the perfect opportunity to tutor you.” He smiled, “I think its kind of a good idea.”
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“Urgh… Don’t go all ‘Mother bird’ on me, Bro. Not cool.” Kai shook her head. “When do I get tested?”
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Grif just laughed, “I’m still your big brother, no matter how cool I am.” Then he grew a little more serious. “I’ll make an appointment for you this weekend so you dont miss anything for school. Or anything else important.”
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She rolled her eyes. “You’re such a dork, you know that?” OKay, so maybe it was probably better that she stay in school. Simmons would be too, and if she stayed home, there probably won’t be anyone there, unless she convinced Tucker to bunk off.
“Okay, fine..”
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Grif smiled and gave his sister’s hand a squeeze, “Thanks for being willing to go through that for me Kai. Even if we’re not a match, it means a lot to me. I love you.”
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“Yeah, yeah. You big dork. Ditto.” Kai gave a smile, and nudged her brother with her shoulder. “I mean you would do it for me.. Though mine are probably healthier…”
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“Probably.” He agreed. “I dont want this to be you in the hospital bed for the same reason a few years down the road, ok? Dont do whatever it was that turns kidneys to shit.”
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She frowned. “…What does turn kidney’s to shit? I have no fucking idea… But yeah. I’m not going to bust my body, so it’s all cool.”
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“You know… I actually dont know what does that… They said it was genetic, but I dont know if that means that we both have shitting stuff, or what.”
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“Nah.. I’ll be fine, Bro. Don’t worry about it, yeah?” Then she sighed. “Trust our mother to fuck us over one last time, I don’t care how cool the circus is, that’s fucking mean.”
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Grif bit his lip, and shook his head, “… She had to go follow her dreams man. Where else is she going to be able to show off those wonderful talents of hers?”
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“Yeah, I know.” She agreed reluctantly. “I mean who else can be fa,t and bearded, and a woman all at the same time? I don’t think I can..”
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“I wouldnt want you to try, either.” Grif laughed. “It seems like it’d be fucking difficult, doesnt it?”
“Kai, I am a big fat dude, I’m already soft.” Grif pointed out with a little choked up laughed as he pulled his baby sister in for a tight hug. He didnt even bother hiding the tears in his eyes - he really was proud of the woman she’d become. “Love you, Kaikaina,” he murmured.
Jasmine Peach Tea: A self-care/self-love headcanon Self love? In my Locus? For Locus, after Chorus, self CARE looks like drifting in A'rynasea, listening to music with a good book. He likes classical music or anything in Spanish, and his taste in books is esoteric at best, but it makes him feel a little safer because those are things about his personality that Felix didn't either pick out for him or change about him.
Who was the one to propose: Uhhhh probably Tucker. He’s goes from like zero to sixty, so as soon as he’s sure he wants to stay with Wash long term, he’s buying a ring... and then forgetting about it for six months until Wash finds it in his drawers and then Tucker decides he might as well just pop the question right then.
Who stressed more over wedding planning: Probably Wash? I can’t see Tucker worrying too much about it. As long as there’s food, booze, and some good music for the first dance, he wouldn’t be too bothered by the preparations, but I can see Wash spending hours on the seating chat like it’s a battle plan.
Who decorated the house: I don’t see either of them caring too much about decorations, but probably Tucker, just cause he would actually have some dumb posters or pictures to put up. He probably has a whole wall that’s just cute pics of Junior.
Who does the cooking: They probably alternate. I figure Tucker’s decent at some basic stuff, like pancakes and eggs, but if Wash wants to eat anything other than breakfast foods, he’s gonna have to step up and make it himself. They’re probably both decent cooks and have only set the kitchen on fire once.
Who is more organized: Wash 100%. Tucker and organization do not go together. He can sort of keep on a schedule, but Wash is the one that has everything sorted neatly into individual drawers and folders and whatnot, and probably even has all of that labeled just so he knows for a fact when Tucker intentionally put something back in the wrong place.
Who initiates bedroom fun: 9/10 times probably Tucker. He can’t help himself. Wash is hot as hell and he wants a piece. However, once in a while, Wash probably surprises him and just tackles him into bed or something.
Who suggested kids first: Well, Tucker’s already got one, so he’s not really thinking about more. If either of them suggest kids, it miiiight be Wash, but it could go the other way too, although I don’t know that they’d want more.
Who’s more dominant: Definitely depends on the day and situation. In most things, I would say Wash, buuuut in the bedroom, sometimes Tucker turns that on its head and takes charge for a bit.
Who’s the cuddler: They both enjoy a good snuggle. Tucker probably initiates cuddles most of the time, but sometimes Wash will just flop on him and silently demand attention.
What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: Tucker really likes it when Wash reads to him. He kind of has a hard time focusing when he tries to just read on his own, but there’s something really nice about Wash’s voice when he starts telling a story or even just going over a schedule or something.
Who comes home drunk at 3am: Tucker, definitely. Sometimes he’s just gotta go out drinking with his bros. I don’t really see Wash as being a big drinker, so unfortunately he’s gotta deal with Tucker’s drunk ass now and then.
Who kills the spiders: They both very carefully carry the spiders outside so they don’t upset Caboose. I don’t see either of them having a big problem with spiders... although it would be pretty funny if Wash did...
Who falls asleep first: Usually Tucker. They both probably have trouble sleeping now and then, but Wash has it a bit worse and sometimes just spends hours staring at the ceiling, wishing he could get Tucker to stop koala clinging to him without waking him up.
It hadn’t seemed too bad at first. Tucker’s been shot before, no biggie. But this one sucks. Sucks a whole lost. Blood in the mouth, breathing all wet and wrong sounding sucks. It’s not until the firefight dies down and he pulls away the hand pressed to his side that the pieces start to click into place.
But they’re still away from camp. And he’s gotta get Kai back there. Grif’s gonna kill him if she doesn’t make it back. So he’s gonna make damn sure that she gets there. Except... except that he’s not convinced he’s gonna get there with her. Especially not when they get about ten steps and he has to double over, wheezing, trying to breath through the blood in his throat. Fuck.
Kai’s saying something, asking if he’s gonna hurl. He tries to wave her, off, say he’s fine, but it turns into a blood soaked cough halfway through and then he’s dropping to one knee as his vision goes weird and dark around the edges.
The ground should come up and smack him in the face for being such a dumbass and getting himself shot--seriously Wash and Carolina trained him better than this, they’re gonna be so pissed-- but it doesn’t. He has to blink away the black swirly bits that try to cloud his eyes and finds Kai’s helmet hovering over him. Shit, she’s strong. She caught him before he hit the ground like he was nothing. God that’s awesome.
He laughs and it doesn’t sound right, half choked and too wet. “Shit, guess this time you’re the one picking me up--bow chicka bow wow.”
She doesn’t laugh, and that sucks. She sounds freaked. Fuck. He’s gotta fix that. Gotta make it better. His hands are gross and leave red where they touch, but he reaches for her anyway. It’s not really comfortable trying to hug someone in armor, but it doesn’t feel as awkward as usual. Actually, everything’s getting kinda distant. Kinda fuzzy and hard to feel.
Kai doesn’t want him to go to sleep, and yeah... yeah, that’s fair, they’ve got places to be. But he... he can’t. Can’t keep his eyes open. It doesn’t hurt anymore. Not much does. Kai’s safe. She’s okay, that’s what matters.
So Tucker lets his eyes shut. They don’t open again.