Baby Brother
8.25.16. 8:00 AM
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It was a work day, a typical 8am-6pm shift at Garrison's. Work was slowing down, leaving him with not a whole lot to do around the shop, but at least he kept Garrison company while the call ins were scarce. To Hex's knowledge, there was only one car in the shop today that just needed a tune up, oil change and a few meager replacements like brakes and windshield wipers. Haku was off for the day, which was probably a good thing. There was hardly enough work to go around as it was.
Regardless, he pulled into the shop's small driveway beside the building, putting Baby in park before turning the key to the ignition. Dressed simply in loose blue jeans, a greyish olive hued shirt with some lettering on the shoulder, a black hat for his hair that even though he'd slicked back, he'd thrown it on. One leg at a time, he eased out of the driver's seat, closing the door behind him as he strode to the side to the side of the building. In he went to the garage, only to be met by Garrison's voice calling out to him by the time the door shut behind him. "You've got a visitor."
The old man straightened his frame, ashen hair that flowed to his collar bones in wavy tendrils, surrounding a face that was scattered with wrinkles and an equally ashen full beard. Today he was wearing a grease-smeared white wife-beater covered with a jean vest, worn jeans that had seen much better days were just as caked in oil and grease as the shirt and vest. He was always covered in car gunk, smelling like a car engine in general. Those crinkled, slitted eyes turned toward the office window, nodding his head in that direction before he ducked down under the car hood again. "Go on, boy. She's waitin' for ya."
Hex raised a brow at that, from the way Garrison said it, it wasn't Saila. "....What kind of visitor?" He seemed skeptical as those hidden molten hues ticked in the direction he'd nodded. He didn't trust it, really. "Says she's your sister," spoken through a grunt as he popped off the cap to the oil to test the color. He leaned some, peering at the Nephilim around the lifted hood of the car. "She's real pretty, I tell ya." The crinkled grin only wrinkled his more before he tucked back behind the hood. Hex rolled his eyes, "we need to find an old lady for your wrinkly ass." He snickered, shaking his head as a skeptical look was turned toward the office window. "I don't need no old lady," the old man grunted at Hex, sliding the dipstick into the tank before wiping it on a piece of cloth, peering over at him. "I've got my cars, and I've got Haku." He smirked, shaking his head as he got back to work. "Now stop making your sister wait on you, boy. Or I'll kick your ass into next Tuesday," right back to grumping it up.
Pretty' All my sisters are pretty you ass. That didn't tell him a whole lot. Though there was a twinge of worry that it was the one sister he'd been avoiding like the plague. He wasn't in much of a mood for Kokabiel so early in the morning. He sighed finally, those familiar steel-toed biker boots carrying the big guy toward the office door. "Thaaaat's right." He heard Garrison say behind him as Hex manned up to face one of the many sisters he had. He slowed at the doorway, hearing a clink and thud of something being hummed across the room.
"Stupid fucking thing," she growled, the 5'8 Lilim sitting in Garrison's leather office chair was not happy with the rubix cube that she couldn't for the life of her figure out. "Seriously, you can figure those friggin' things out?" She flopped back in the chair, making it creak as she turned her eyes to the doorway as she heard her brother's voice speaking to the old guy. She liked him, he'd given her M&M's and his office to hang out in while she waited. Even gave her permission to snoop around his office, where she'd found the evil cube of colors that gave her a hard time from the get-go. She hadn't moved though, instead she sat her ass right in that chair and waited for her brother to come to her, since she'd dragged herself all the way out to Rhy'Din for him.
Dressed in olive colored pants, tight as could be and laced with zippers and pockets, a black studded belt to keep them in place. Her muscular abdomen was bare, wearing a mid-riff tank top beneath a short black jacket. It was perhaps too hot for the jacket, but she liked it. Her raven hair, fading to a vibrant blue mid-way down hung loose around her shoulders, making it down to her rib cage. She heard him slow by the door, raising that one brow that was like the source of her sassiness as she lifted her arms to cross over her chest. Any time now, you little shit.
After he'd taken a slow breath, he waltzed in the rest of the way, peeking around the corner with aviator-covered pools of amber before his feet actually breached the doorway. Those dark brows dove above the shades as he found out just what sister was waiting for him. "Hol-yyy shit. Harper." He grinned at her, out of his sisters with exception to Mynardi, this was the one he was actually glad to see on the few occasions she came to visit him. "How long's it been?" He walked over to her, holding out those corded muscular arms in expectations of a hug. Because he was her brother, dammit and she was one of the few sisters he actually liked. He didn't even so much as bother to look at that raised brow, it was a familiar expression around him.
"Hey there Baby Boy," her half-cocked smirk giving him shit for being the baby of them all. At least until she found out about Todd, but that didn't mean she wouldn't still call him the baby regardless. She shrugged, scooting the chair back on it's wheels so she could stand up. "Something like fifty years," as if that wasn't a long time for her at all. Likely, because it wasn't. She eyed him, perhaps giving him the stink-eye as she saw those arms spreading wide with expectations. "You know I'm not a hugger, fuckass." She pointed at him, both brows shooting upward in a challenging dare. I'll kick your ass if you start that.
Scoffing at the old nickname, his eyes rolled behind the shaded lenses of his glasses, those arms still held out expectantly though they looked more like a bear getting ready to maul her instead of hug her. "Neither am I. But I'll make an exception just for you," he grinned, lying about not being a hugger. He'd discovered through Saila that he was indeed a big teddy bear, but that wasn't information he willingly threw out in the air. His fingers curled in toward himself as he pursed his lips. "It's been fifty years and you're not going to give your baby brother a hug" C'mon now." he was just being an ass now, knowing full well his older sister wasn't big on physical contact. Even from family. Those steps didn't stop until he'd just about cornered her between the desk, chair and him, the expression on his face clear that she wasn't going anywhere until he got his damn hug. Just never mind that shit-eating grin, folks...
"Well aren't I just friggin' special?" she barked at him, backing up away from those arms until her backside hit the L-shaped desk, boxing her in between it and the chair. Soon enough, Hex too as he blocked off the only exit. Or so he thought....those dark hues darted around as she looked for an escape, deciding to say to hell with it as she bounded up effortlessly onto the desk and made an attempt to leap off from it. "That's exactly what I'm gonna fuckin' do!" Screw hugs! Baby brother or not, half a century, whatever! She didn't like hugs!
"Nope!" he barked back at her, lunging forward as she tried to make her great escape and grabbed her by the back of the jacket, pulling her back and off the desk. "I'm getting that fucking hug, you bitch." He growled at her, after all the years she spent picking on him, now that he was the bigger one it was him turning the tides.
She snarled at him as she felt a tug on her jacket, those dark hues snapping wide as he tugged back on it, letting out a yelp as she fell backwards off the desk....directly towards him. Shit!
That barking laughter, a twinge of a spiteful cackle though significantly less than she'd likely heard before, spilled into the air until it was cut off by a grunt from his heffer sister falling back on him. Not budging from it, though it did knock off his hat, nearly knocking off his shades too. He took one step backward as those arms coiled around her with the small of her back pressed to his chest, arms locking around her abdomen as he gave her a full-on bear hug. No, he wasn't gentle. He knew Harper could handle it.
Sure, she could handle it, but she still needed to breathe, dammit! A gush of air left her lungs as she got caught in a bear hug, legs flailing in the air as she started punching at any part of his arms she could get a hold of. "Let....go....you fuckin'....meatsack!" she barked, scrunching her face as she just punched away at his arms, none-too-gentle either as she wailed on them with her knuckles. She was pretty sure she felt a few vertebrae pop in the midst of the hug, but that part was the only bit that felt good. She might've needed that back crack.
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It was a work day, a typical 8am-6pm shift at Garrison's. Work was slowing down, leaving him with not a whole lot to do around the shop, but at least he kept Garrison company while the call ins were scarce. To Hex's knowledge, there was only one car in the shop today that just needed a tune up, oil change and a few meager replacements like brakes and windshield wipers. Haku was off for the day, which was probably a good thing. There was hardly enough work to go around as it was.
Regardless, he pulled into the shop's small driveway beside the building, putting Baby in park before turning the key to the ignition. Dressed simply in loose blue jeans, a greyish olive hued shirt with some lettering on the shoulder, a black hat for his hair that even though he'd slicked back, he'd thrown it on. One leg at a time, he eased out of the driver's seat, closing the door behind him as he strode to the side to the side of the building. In he went to the garage, only to be met by Garrison's voice calling out to him by the time the door shut behind him. "You've got a visitor."
The old man straightened his frame, ashen hair that flowed to his collar bones in wavy tendrils, surrounding a face that was scattered with wrinkles and an equally ashen full beard. Today he was wearing a grease-smeared white wife-beater covered with a jean vest, worn jeans that had seen much better days were just as caked in oil and grease as the shirt and vest. He was always covered in car gunk, smelling like a car engine in general. Those crinkled, slitted eyes turned toward the office window, nodding his head in that direction before he ducked down under the car hood again. "Go on, boy. She's waitin' for ya."
Hex raised a brow at that, from the way Garrison said it, it wasn't Saila. "....What kind of visitor?" He seemed skeptical as those hidden molten hues ticked in the direction he'd nodded. He didn't trust it, really. "Says she's your sister," spoken through a grunt as he popped off the cap to the oil to test the color. He leaned some, peering at the Nephilim around the lifted hood of the car. "She's real pretty, I tell ya." The crinkled grin only wrinkled his more before he tucked back behind the hood. Hex rolled his eyes, "we need to find an old lady for your wrinkly ass." He snickered, shaking his head as a skeptical look was turned toward the office window. "I don't need no old lady," the old man grunted at Hex, sliding the dipstick into the tank before wiping it on a piece of cloth, peering over at him. "I've got my cars, and I've got Haku." He smirked, shaking his head as he got back to work. "Now stop making your sister wait on you, boy. Or I'll kick your ass into next Tuesday," right back to grumping it up.
Pretty' All my sisters are pretty you ass. That didn't tell him a whole lot. Though there was a twinge of worry that it was the one sister he'd been avoiding like the plague. He wasn't in much of a mood for Kokabiel so early in the morning. He sighed finally, those familiar steel-toed biker boots carrying the big guy toward the office door. "Thaaaat's right." He heard Garrison say behind him as Hex manned up to face one of the many sisters he had. He slowed at the doorway, hearing a clink and thud of something being hummed across the room.
"Stupid fucking thing," she growled, the 5'8 Lilim sitting in Garrison's leather office chair was not happy with the rubix cube that she couldn't for the life of her figure out. "Seriously, you can figure those friggin' things out?" She flopped back in the chair, making it creak as she turned her eyes to the doorway as she heard her brother's voice speaking to the old guy. She liked him, he'd given her M&M's and his office to hang out in while she waited. Even gave her permission to snoop around his office, where she'd found the evil cube of colors that gave her a hard time from the get-go. She hadn't moved though, instead she sat her ass right in that chair and waited for her brother to come to her, since she'd dragged herself all the way out to Rhy'Din for him.
Dressed in olive colored pants, tight as could be and laced with zippers and pockets, a black studded belt to keep them in place. Her muscular abdomen was bare, wearing a mid-riff tank top beneath a short black jacket. It was perhaps too hot for the jacket, but she liked it. Her raven hair, fading to a vibrant blue mid-way down hung loose around her shoulders, making it down to her rib cage. She heard him slow by the door, raising that one brow that was like the source of her sassiness as she lifted her arms to cross over her chest. Any time now, you little shit.
After he'd taken a slow breath, he waltzed in the rest of the way, peeking around the corner with aviator-covered pools of amber before his feet actually breached the doorway. Those dark brows dove above the shades as he found out just what sister was waiting for him. "Hol-yyy shit. Harper." He grinned at her, out of his sisters with exception to Mynardi, this was the one he was actually glad to see on the few occasions she came to visit him. "How long's it been?" He walked over to her, holding out those corded muscular arms in expectations of a hug. Because he was her brother, dammit and she was one of the few sisters he actually liked. He didn't even so much as bother to look at that raised brow, it was a familiar expression around him.
"Hey there Baby Boy," her half-cocked smirk giving him shit for being the baby of them all. At least until she found out about Todd, but that didn't mean she wouldn't still call him the baby regardless. She shrugged, scooting the chair back on it's wheels so she could stand up. "Something like fifty years," as if that wasn't a long time for her at all. Likely, because it wasn't. She eyed him, perhaps giving him the stink-eye as she saw those arms spreading wide with expectations. "You know I'm not a hugger, fuckass." She pointed at him, both brows shooting upward in a challenging dare. I'll kick your ass if you start that.
Scoffing at the old nickname, his eyes rolled behind the shaded lenses of his glasses, those arms still held out expectantly though they looked more like a bear getting ready to maul her instead of hug her. "Neither am I. But I'll make an exception just for you," he grinned, lying about not being a hugger. He'd discovered through Saila that he was indeed a big teddy bear, but that wasn't information he willingly threw out in the air. His fingers curled in toward himself as he pursed his lips. "It's been fifty years and you're not going to give your baby brother a hug" C'mon now." he was just being an ass now, knowing full well his older sister wasn't big on physical contact. Even from family. Those steps didn't stop until he'd just about cornered her between the desk, chair and him, the expression on his face clear that she wasn't going anywhere until he got his damn hug. Just never mind that shit-eating grin, folks...
"Well aren't I just friggin' special?" she barked at him, backing up away from those arms until her backside hit the L-shaped desk, boxing her in between it and the chair. Soon enough, Hex too as he blocked off the only exit. Or so he thought....those dark hues darted around as she looked for an escape, deciding to say to hell with it as she bounded up effortlessly onto the desk and made an attempt to leap off from it. "That's exactly what I'm gonna fuckin' do!" Screw hugs! Baby brother or not, half a century, whatever! She didn't like hugs!
"Nope!" he barked back at her, lunging forward as she tried to make her great escape and grabbed her by the back of the jacket, pulling her back and off the desk. "I'm getting that fucking hug, you bitch." He growled at her, after all the years she spent picking on him, now that he was the bigger one it was him turning the tides.
She snarled at him as she felt a tug on her jacket, those dark hues snapping wide as he tugged back on it, letting out a yelp as she fell backwards off the desk....directly towards him. Shit!
That barking laughter, a twinge of a spiteful cackle though significantly less than she'd likely heard before, spilled into the air until it was cut off by a grunt from his heffer sister falling back on him. Not budging from it, though it did knock off his hat, nearly knocking off his shades too. He took one step backward as those arms coiled around her with the small of her back pressed to his chest, arms locking around her abdomen as he gave her a full-on bear hug. No, he wasn't gentle. He knew Harper could handle it.
Sure, she could handle it, but she still needed to breathe, dammit! A gush of air left her lungs as she got caught in a bear hug, legs flailing in the air as she started punching at any part of his arms she could get a hold of. "Let....go....you fuckin'....meatsack!" she barked, scrunching her face as she just punched away at his arms, none-too-gentle either as she wailed on them with her knuckles. She was pretty sure she felt a few vertebrae pop in the midst of the hug, but that part was the only bit that felt good. She might've needed that back crack.