About two months ago, Ray probably wouldn’t have too many questions about his workplace. He knew every room in the new office by heart, every employee and friend, and just about every detail of what game was coming out when. To be quite honest, things were pretty simple back then. It was every gamer’s dream, busy schedules aside--it could really be said that he was living the dream. However the case, things changed, as did the young man’s interests--but that never stopped him from visiting the office when he was needed, or just for the hell of it.
Today’s case? He was called in for a recording session, wouldn’t take too long. Just speak a few lines into the mic and he’d be as good as gone. Nothing too difficult, nor unexpected. So when he pushed through the doors, what he expected where the familiarities as when he left. He never expected to see a new face during that process--he also didn’t expect to run right into that new face like an absolute asshole. Hell, the girl probably didn’t even know who he was--that just made matters worse. Fans already could assume he was a real dick in real life, playing up to that standard wasn’t something he particularly ever had in mind.
With nothing but a stumble back and a stunned expression crossing the Puerto Rican’s features, there was a moment of hesitation before he reached out a hand. “--Hey, uh, you okay?”
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Philip was clearly wasted, having had at leastfour drinks while at the bar. He should havestopped after two, but he hadn’t, and there hewas, laying on his couch. Mumbling nonsenseas he laid, he heard a door open. Sitting up, helooked towards the door, blinking to get hiseyes in focus. He couldn’t really make out whohad entered the room, as his glasses were onsome table somewhere.
“Bill, tha’ you? I thought went home already. Stayy the night, if you want, ‘cause it’s late.”
Sam wiped his brow smearing blue paint across it before turning and looking at Merry. He smiled and chuckled softly.
“Oh... I’m painting. I used to be quite good till m duties as a King gave me little time to do it. Would you like to see it? It may not be complete but it is good enough.”
Try as he might, Pippin was having a more difficult time than he had imagined in taking his younger cousin out on the town. She had broken her ankle a few months prior, so it was bandaged and splinted to the point where she could walk, yes, but it was more of a hobble since she was still on the mend. Guessing that Merry was bored out of her young mind from staying inside doing nothing during her healing, Pippin waited until she was closer to being completely healed before stealing her away for a day of much-needed fun.
They’d spent the morning walking around and making sure she was honestly going to be okay for the day, but Merry cut Pippin off every time he tried to ask.
“So ye sure yer goin’ ta-”
“I’ll be fine, Pip... Really...”
“Alrigh’!”
And so it went on sporadically throughout the day. Merry was busy taking in the sweet sunlight as it hit her skin, something she hadn’t felt in far too long, while Pippin was close by her side to keep an eye on her. He hoped no one would be too angry with him for kidnapping her... If so, he’d have a word with them, oh yes, because after all- mental health is just as important as physical health.
By midday they came upon the marketplace, bustling with activity and sights and sounds. Pippin turned to the younger hobbit and asked, “It’s awfully crowded, so d’ye think Ah should go ‘n getcha somethin’ ta eat while ye stay here ‘n out ‘a the way?”
She punched his arm. “No way, I’m coming too.”
“At leas’ hold onta me while we’re in here soes Ah don’ lose ya... an’ tell me iffin ye see somethin’ ye like!” he told her as she begrudgingly pinched his weskit and nodded.
They slowly moved through the crowd, carefully navigating the sea of bodies as well as keeping an eye out for anything interesting and possibly fun. It was a bit difficult to do so, however, when one is a hobbit child and cannot see over most of the heads surrounding you. Merry grumbled and tugged on her cousin’s vest, yelling as he turned his head, “I can’t see anything- I’m too short!”
He laughed and squatted down, patting his shoulders with a grin. “Hop on, lass!”
Merry blinked at him and the stares they were getting but shook it off and awkwardly sat on his shoulders. She clenched onto his hair as he stood back up, wobbling only slightly with his hands securing her legs. What a sight they must have been...
Starting to move forward once more, Pippin called up to her, “How’s the weather up there, Mer?”
“I... I’ve never been so tall before, Pippin!” she laughed, a little surprised at herself. “I feel like an Ent!”
The two had a laugh, but it was during that split second that Pippin failed to notice another hobbit coming their way and, consumed in their own thinking, ran right into the cousins. Pippin stumbled backwards, grabbing onto anything he could so as not to topple his cousin from atop his shoulders, who was busy with her fingers tightly clenching onto Pippin’s hair a second time, this time a little tighter and likely more painful for him. Merry slipped backwards as Pippin lost his grip on her legs, and the two were headed towards the ground.
However, in the moment that really counted, Pippin managed to scoot backwards during his own fall in order to cushion the blow for Merry, catching her leg in the air so that, hopefully, he ankle would be alright. They both landed with a thump and the crowd let out a gasp, some checking to be sure they were both okay.
“Pippin...” Merry croaked, laying on his heaving chest.
“Aye, Mer? Are ye hurt?” he managed to say despite his throbbing head.
She let out a little chuckle before responding, “I’m okay, we just look a little weird. Do you think you could let my leg go?”
He released his grip and the crowd, realizing the situation was not an emergency, went back to their business. Merry got up and helped Pippin do the same, both checking each other for lumps and bumps.
“Glad you’re okay, Pippin,” she mumbled, gently holding his arm.
Rubbing his head, he nodded. “Me too, lass. How bou’ we buy some sweets before goin’ back home, mm?”
