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Tweak says, "I don't want to go"

Artan Stillman (tatsandwaffles) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2011-01-07 01:42:00

Entry tags:

artan stillman, petit lapan lebeau

Who: Artan & Petit
What: 4 years of bein' here, kid's pregnant, their idea of a romantic date, take your pick.
Where: Guildhall/NOLA
When: Nowish
Warnings: If Artan gets his way, yes!

Artan, being a man of infinite procrastination, had finally done something to make sure he was early about something for a change. Maybe it was because he was putting off something else for the time being to make up an excuse to take Petit out for a night, but nitpicking it would have just belittled the fact that he was doing something at all!

When Petit got home from a Thing she was doing, she would find a set of pristine, laser-etched throwing darts gift wrapped on her desk, and a card that had an address on the gift. She'd also find his van not in the garage.

If she was ANY kind of astute, the address would be familiar - it was the IHOP off the Highway on the way north. And if he was at an IHOP, that meant one of two things - he was just SUPER HANKERIN' for some waffles, or he was doing his pre-Job ritual, and he wanted company, but couldn't wait up for her to get on the way.

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prettylilbunny
2011-01-07 09:06 am UTC (link)

She'd actually noticed the van missing first, since she came in through the garage to drop off a few things that she'd taken with her. She was puzzled, mostly due to the hour, but not overly concerned.

And then she found the present, and that just got her all sorts of curious. So, after making sure that there was someone to watch Henri for the night, as there generally was, she tucked the box with the darts into one of the pockets on her Bag of Holding and slipped into the Backstage, heading for the address.

She'd gotten good at pinpoint location through the Backstage since she'd been in Bizarro-World, and it wasn't long before she was just there, sitting across from him, elbows on the tabletop, chin in her hands.

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tatsandwaffles
2011-01-07 09:11 am UTC (link)

Artan was in his Work Clothes, which were only sort of visible under the hoodie and baggy pants. And he'd already ordered for her. "Well hey there," he said with a grin, pointing to the carafe of coffee. "Coffee's here, food's on its way, dossier's on the seat beside you there." He figured he'd get all that out of the way before getting a lopsided smile.

"Been here four years, you know."

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	prettylilbunny 2011-01-07 09:16 am UTC (link)
	"I'd noticed." She said as she leafed through the file with one hand, pouring her coffee with the other, she'd always been good at multitasking, just one of those things. (Reply to this)

tatsandwaffles
2011-01-07 09:21 am UTC (link)

"I... still don't know what the fuck we're doin'," he chuckled. "But I just wanted to remind you that we're doin' shit we never thought we'd be doing here when we first got sucked up by the multidimensional Hoover," Artan lit a cigarette and pointed at her with it, "for one, I never thought I'd get people to leave us alone. We haven't had any problem with the media for about a year now. Pretty awesome, I think. Secondly, and more damn important?"
He leaned over and kissed her on the lips.
"You've amazed me. Really amazed me." For about a billion reasons, but running the Guilds, and staying with him were both up there in the top spots.

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	prettylilbunny 2011-01-07 09:26 am UTC (link)
	She returned the kiss, however fleeting, "Well that last one's not news." She said, amused, but managing to keep her tone level and conversational, "And to be fair, I've got no idea what we're doing either. Pretty much just wing it. But it seems to be working, so I'm not going to argue." (Reply to this)

tatsandwaffles
2011-01-07 09:32 am UTC (link)

"I'm still pretty fuckin' sure this place likes us or somethin'," he chuckled, "that or your family's damn good luck is really, REALLY hardcore." He sat up when the waitress came and dropped off their plates of food. His was his usual waffles, eggs and bacon, and he set straight into making a sandwich out of it. "See, thing is, squirt, I don't feel like it's been four years. Feels more like, Iunno. Six months, two days, and twenty-eight minutes. Way less. But here, we've got our totally awesome daughter, and SHE'S knocked up now," much to the consternation of the Thief who could feel old over a song playing on the classic rock station, "and our son, who's starting to walk, which is... pretty epic, actually. Tell me I'm not feeling weird about that for no reason?"

Nevermind the fact that he got to see Mitch - however briefly - since being here. He actually kind of missed his sister. She was good company.

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prettylilbunny
2011-01-07 09:40 am UTC (link)

"Six of one, half dozen of the other." She said in reply to the first, already sliding her eggs over on top of her hashbrowns and sprinkling her waffles with hotsauce, "And the very fact that we, we have a kid still weirds me out from time to time, so I'm not the best gauge of what's weirding and what's not." She said before pointing at him with her fork, talking around a bite of bacon-with-ketchup, "And not only is he walking and getting into drawers, he's also talking up a storm." When he wasn't being completely fascinated by things, of course.

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tatsandwaffles
2011-01-07 09:45 am UTC (link)

"Nah, that's what happens when there's sex a lot, the kid was inevitable, it's this weird being all... happily married thing; that's weirding." He smirked, "Someone coulda asked me five years ago if I'd even think I'd see you again, and I would've been liable to throw 'em into an electric fence for bringin' it up." He chuckled sheepishly, "Still don't know what possessed you to say yes. To any of it, really."

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	prettylilbunny 2011-01-07 09:49 am UTC (link)
	"Well that makes two of us." She said, but she was smiling at least, so that was probably a good sign, "And people I knew pretty much knew not to bring you up, though I can't imagine why, I mean I only ever threatened one person with kicking them so hard their grandkids would be singing soprano." (Reply to this)

tatsandwaffles
2011-01-07 09:54 am UTC (link)

"If the kid-us ever comes here, I'm gunna tell them they're fucking idiots, how's that?" And at that though, Artan blinked, and then laughed, "Oh holy hell, that was my first thought. See? That's how fuckin' long four years is, I wouldn't bat a goddamn eyelash if a teenage me showed up here." He took her hand and squeezed it, though, a moment later.

"Stupidest mistake I ever made was leaving the island. Sure, you had Caleb, but letting my pride push me away was stupid," his smile went lopsided though, when he switched tracks, "we coulda made a killing doing jobs together."

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	prettylilbunny 2011-01-07 09:58 am UTC (link)
	And there was the smile he knew so well, the half-amused, half-predatory one, "You mean like we're doing now? Only better?" She shrugged, "And I don't know, if teenage me showed up I'd probably tell her to stop being such a god-damned drama queen." (Reply to this)

	tatsandwaffles 2011-01-07 09:59 am UTC (link)
	"Oh you weren't such a drama queen, squirt," Artan said with a roll of his eyes, over a bite of waffle sandwich, "Tessa. Tessa was a drama queen. Shit, even the twins were drama queens in comparison to you. You were just crazy-go-nuts." (Reply to this)

	prettylilbunny 2011-01-07 10:05 am UTC (link)
	"That hasn't changed much, to be honest, I'm just better at playing sane now is all it is." She said with a shrug, already finished with her bacon and moving on to the waffles, "And lord help us if Tessa ever shows up here." (Reply to this)

tatsandwaffles
2011-01-07 10:10 am UTC (link)

"Oh god, don't jinx us," he laughed outright, "We'd never hear the end of how old we've gotten and how cute we are together. Not to mention, the poor pirates!" He shook his head, "Goddamn. Okay, before we summon up people we don't ever want to see again, let's get shit situated here," Artan pointed to the dossier. It was a pretty straightforward kill-dude-take-priceless-artifact deal, but it needed someone tech savvy, so it was best to have both of them on it. "I've already cased it, the security in the place needs to come down before anything can be done, and even with the system down, the urn's in bulletproof glass on a pressure switch, and makes me want to shove my fist down someone's throat for thinking of everything."

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	prettylilbunny 2011-01-07 10:17 am UTC (link)
	"So in other words we're going to need some pretty careful timing and be ready to improvise if we have to. Same as always." She was still smiling crookedly, "Bulletproof glass isn't a problem, getting things out of it intact, now that can be." She arched a brow, "You have a plan besides facepunching someone?" (Reply to this)

tatsandwaffles
2011-01-07 10:21 am UTC (link)

"Aw, you mean facepunching won't cut it?" He put on his best fake pout before nodding, "Yeah, actually. So get this. You know how Henn's husband knows pretty much goddamn everyone, right? Well one of his buddies gave him this nifty little gadget, and he regifted it to me, check it out," he pulled out what looked to be something about the diameter and length of a bic pen, but brushed steel, and then, he pulled it open and in half, and pressed a button on it, and what he had was a perfectly goddamn awesome pocket plasma saw.

And the look on his face was very, very smug. So smug, in fact, that it was the kind of smug he only GOT when he had a nifty new HOLY SHIT FANCY gadget.

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	prettylilbunny 2011-01-07 03:40 pm UTC (link)
	She grinned outright, shaking her head, "You and your toys." She was actually kind of looking forward to this, it had been a while since they'd done a stab-and-nab together and if she was being perfectly honest with herself, she'd kind of missed it. (Reply to this)