dropping off food for them during a stressful day + Samurai Rangers; Spike, Bulk & the Rangers when Ji isn't around (because fuck that guy)
Oh, same! I live for Ji slander. He literally took a morpher that wasn't hit to take because "the team has to choose him." Nah, fuck that. Anyway! Here ya go!
Bulk glances around as he peaks around the corner. The Shiba house is one Bulk knows well from repeated visits here when the asshole who watches the house isn't around.
Determining the coast is clear, Bulk nods. "Alright, Spike," he says. "Let's go."
Spike pops around the corner looking around himself. He grins, chewing loudly on his ever-present stick of gum. With a quick giggle-snort, Spike comes out from behind the corner, arms laden with food galore. Antonio, their contact for the current Ranger team, had texted them that it had been a long day and the battle was difficult. Bulk, who's been helping protect Rangers since the first teams, knows exactly what this means.
He'd made plenty of food for the Rangers.
Quietly, he heads up to the door of the Shiba house and knocks, quick and light. A man with spikey hair and dark eyes opens the door. He wears a white shirt and a plaid black-gold-and-white overshirt. His jeans are dark and the bandana around his neck is colored with grey and gold. He smiles. "Hola, mis amigos," he greets.
"Hey," Bulk replies. "Brought a little of everything. Hope that's okay."
"More than!" Antonio Garcia assures excitedly. "None of us feel like cooking and I'm only good with fish, so this?" He takes the box Bulk holds in his hands and cracks it open. It's meatloaf, the aroma wafting out over the yard. Antonio hums, appreciative. "This is fantastico!" he says.
"Antonio, who's at the door?" shouts someone inside.
Bulk panics, thinking it to be the asshole- Ji Watanabe. It sounds awful, truthfully, but Bulk finds that Ji is horrible. Bulk's worked with a lot of Ranger teams before and no mentor has ever been as terrible as Ji. Bulk resents the man for a lot of things, but not the least of which for taking away a Ranger's morpher. Even Zordon hadn't done that to the original Green Ranger. Bulk hopes he never meets Ji- for Ji's sake, if not Bulk's.
"Dinner!" Antonio shouts over his shoulder. "Come help me get it inside!"
The door creaks open and Bulk is shocked and saddened to see bumps and bruises and cuts and bandages on the face of a boy who couldn't be older than Spike. Shaggy hair that hung in his blue-green eyes and a piercing, hundred-yard stare. "Oh," he says, instinctually polite. "Welcome to the Shiba home."
Bulk offers a short bow, a dip of his head, in hopes that he's seen as respectful of the Samurai line. "Thank you," he says politely. "I brought food for you and the team."
Jayden Shiba smiles, seeming just... tired. "Thanks," he says. Holding out a hand, he grabs a few Tupperware bowls from an awe-stricken Spike and begins to head inside. "Come on in!"
Antonio gives them sunny smiles, bright and optimistic in the way only a Sixth Ranger could be, and backs up. "Come on in, I'll show you to the kitchen."
Bulk could find the kitchen blindfolded if he so chose to. Still, he follows Antonio with Spike on his heels. If it helps the Rangers, Bulk will do anything and if all he can do is drop off food when their asshole mentor isn't around, then Bulk will do everything he can and more.
