lancelot (ex_dulac881) wrote in casefile, @ 2018-03-26 00:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: dash exley, character: harrison exley, narration: backstory, narration: log/thread, player: holly, player: marissa |
WHO: Harrison Exley & Dash Exley.
WHEN: Various moments during their childhoods.
WHERE: Fall City.
SUMMARY: A series of "Dash teaches Harrison things" moments, followed by a phone call in 2018.
WARNINGS: None.
“Watch me, li’l broseph,” Dash said sagely, and took the razor to his lathered face, and gently stroked downwards. “Ouch,” he winced, and shot Harrison a guilty look. “Don’t do that part. But the part before? Where I was gliding along and shit? That’s what you need. Give it a try.” He gestured to the other razor on the sink counter. Harrison watched this entire process skeptically from a safe distance before he stepped forward when indicated. The limited amount of peach fuzz that had recently started sprouting on his face was already covered in shave gel, something that sadly did not taste anything like whipped cream. He reached for the second razor and picked it up, as he asked a sarcastic but good natured question. “So, everything but the part with the blood?” “Yeah, blood is not good, my man. Also it hurts.” Dash demonstrated the movement again before rinsing it off and setting his aside so he could help Harrison practice. “Liiiiiiiike that,” he bit down his lip in concentration, determined not to let the razor hurt him. “Beautiful!” Dash resumed his full height and planted a loud smooch on top of Harrison’s head. “You did it! Now do it again, until like. Your whole face is done. You got this, dude.” A preemptive wince lit up Harrison’s face as the razor he held inched closer and closer before finally making contact. He did it once. Twice. Three times. “Shit.” Blood. But hey, some success had to be better than none at all, right? He looked up at his older brother as if to confirm this unspoken thought. “No, no, you’re okay, you’re okay,” Dash was in there in a second, pressing a tiny corner of toilet paper against Harrison’s cut. “Stings a little, but it happens. You did great, bro.” And ruffled his brother’s hair in reassurance. Harrison only grinned up at him. “This is stupid.” Harrison mumbled as he watched the basketball bounce off the garage door for a third time. He was at that age where trying anything was stupid and had recently discovered the joys of irony and not caring. In other words, puberty had fully set in. As he looked back at his older brother Harrison sighed. “Your turn.” “Well that was terrible.” Dash remarked when his own turn failed miserably. “Gimme a sec,” he held out a hand before trying again, and failing. He tried two more times, on the the last one finally making the basket. He smiled in satisfaction. “HA! Boom, baby!” He started dribbling the ball and walked over to his brother, his grin as wide as if he’d just won a championship or something and not finally succeeded on a very easy shot four tries later. “Here,” he held it out. “Let me see how you’re holding it.” While Harrison might have found it easy to resist other people’s grins, those that came from his brother were still a little contagious. He laughed briefly before taking the ball and displaying his grip. “You know, it’s not like this is an important life skill,” he answered with the slightest hint of pre-teen snark. Dash gave a shrug, lifting his hands into an “oh well” expression. “Do you have anything better to do today?” He eyed Harrison’s grip, and immediately moved into an overly thoughtful pose. “Also you’d suck less if you held the ball right. Like this.” He took the ball back and demonstrated where his hands went. Not that Dash usually bothered to hold the ball correctly, but he was pretty sure that’s how they did it. From what he remembered in gym. With careful attention to the adjusted grip, Harrison tried again. The ball nearly bounced off the rim but miraculously made it in this time. “There.” The small smile that lit up his features for the briefest second screamed FAKE. “Now can we do something that’s actually fun?” “You got it, dude.” “Oh, hey, man,” Dash said a bit absently as he answered the phone but kept his eyes glued to his computer screen. “Hey,” Harrison returned the greeting from Los Angeles as he watched a neighbor drag their recycle bin back towards an open garage. “Busy?” “Nah,” he replied a beat too late. “What’s up?” “Distracted then,” Harrison replied hesitantly in a cool tone before adding. “I’ll be coming to see you soon.” Dash almost missed that last part. “You - you are?” He finally pressed the spacebar on his laptop to pause the video and leaned back in his chair, a wide grin spreading across his face. For the first time in this conversation, Harrison had his full attention. “YESSSSSS finally someone I can hang out with who isn’t a total dweeb. When are you going to be here? Why are you coming back to FC? When do you get here????” A low chuckle was the only reply that came for a few seconds, it was Harrison’s turn to sound slightly distracted as he opened the refrigerator and stared into the light. “Soon, I don’t have dates yet. Eliza got a job on the film that’s shooting there -- you know -- about the fire or whatever.” “No way,” Dash breathed in excitement. “Dude, that’s awesome. Aw, man. I get to see both of you AND you’re gonna be stirring up shit in this place? Hanukkah came early this year, mazel tov to me!” He said gleefully, and rubbed his hands together even though Harrison couldn’t see. A short barking laugh was Harrison’s only response for a second before he added in a semi-urgent tone, “Can you keep it to yourself for now? It’ll just be a fun surprise for everyone else when we show up.” If fun was the word he was looking for… “Yeah, dude, for sure.” Dash could keep a secret where Harrison was involved. And it’d be hilarious to see everyone’s faces when he came back so yeah, Dash was definitely on board with this plan. “How’s Eliza, anyway? She pull a knife on you lately?” Harrison snorted. “Yeah, sure, I forgot Valentine’s day and you know how that goes,” he invented wildly. “What about you? Anything interesting happening?” The older brother let out a bark of laughter, and kicked his feet up onto the table. “Same old, same old. Got a job. Got fired. Made like two dollars. Thinking of setting up an insurance scam.” “Well, that sounds more fun than working for a living,” Harrison offered encouragingly. “Much more,” Dash agreed. “Why work for money when you can get it other ways?” “Beats me, man.” There was a slight pause before he added, “Speaking of, happy birthday -- get anything good?” “Thanks, bro.” Dash said sincerely, and glanced back at his laptop with a wistful expression, catching a glimpse of their mom in the background of the video he’d been watching. He almost let out a tiny sigh, but caught himself so Harrison wouldn’t hear him. “Nah, not really. I’ll probably head up to Seattle for the night and find a club somewhere. No way am I staying in Fall City for my birthday. It’s like a national holiday, basically. We’ll celebrate for real when you get here.” “Okay,” Harrison replied with a useless nod as he half pictured Dash let loose in Seattle’s nicer clubs. “I’ll bring you a bottle of something, it’ll be memorable.” “Dope. You da best, l’il bro. Tell Eliza I said hi and that her weapons game is on point as always.” |