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razeNote: This silly bit of dialog takes place the morning after Gabe breaks into Trent's house, which I guess is their version of a meet-cute.
“Damn, man, you look like shit,” he observed as we took a seat at the table.
“Yeah, well, some punk ass kid broke into my house last night, and frankly I don’t sleep well even on a good night, so I didn’t get much rest,” I said flatly.
“Eh, at least you didn’t get your ass kicked,” the werebear replied dismissively.
I snorted. “Funny, I distinctly remember being the only one bleeding during that exchange.”
He looked almost apologetic - briefly - but quickly covered it with what I was coming to realize was a reflexive, if not put-on, air of indifference. “Whatever, so what now?”
That was a good question. “Well I feel like at minimum you owe me a new window,” I finally said.
He raised a brow. “One, you broke your own damn window, and two, I don’t have any money, I shot most of it up yesterday.”
I sighed and rubbed my forehead. “Fine, then I feel like you should help me fix the window. From experience it’s easier with two people, and I don’t know, maybe some kind of consequence will discourage you from repeating bad behavior.”
He folded his arms over his chest. “You know you sound like a fucking cop, right? You gonna reform me with unpaid labor?”
“Humor me,” I said, exasperated. “I’d like to get it fixed today or I’m going to have another shit night of sleep over the house not being secure.”
“I dunno, seems like you can handle yourself,” the kid replied.
Drumming the table with my fingertips, I finally said quietly, “Yeah, well, I didn’t make out as well last time, so I’d rest easier with it fixed, alright? I feel like it’s the least you could do.”
Again that expression of almost-contrition, but he looked away and ran his hand over his mohawk before heaving a sigh and muttering, “Whatever, I’ll help you fix the stupid window.”
“Thank you for your gracious cooperation,” I replied with a smirk. “I will be getting off work around four, and after a run to the hardware store should be home by a little after five. I expect you to be here to help. Until then, you are free to go.”
He frowned. “Go where? If I drive to Missoula I’m not gonna have the gas money to get back to your shitty house.”
I leaned back with a frown. “Well you certainly can’t stay here.”
“Why not?” He asked.
“Seriously?” I snorted incredulously. “You want to know why I don’t want a freaking juvenile delinquent alone in my home unattended all day?”
He rolled his eyes. “I already told you, you don’t got anything worth stealing. I’m probably going to be bored as fuck, this place sucks.” He paused. “Also worrying about a criminal in your house seems pretty hypocritical considering you told me last night that you fucking killed someone this week?”
I waved dismissively. “I think you’re misremembering what I said, you were very high.” With a teasing grin I added, “And I imagine a few good blows to the head didn’t help, either.”
He scowled. “Fuck you. Am I staying or what?”
I glanced at the clock and muttered a curse under my breath; I really did need to leave for work. “Against my better judgement, fine. Stay out of trouble though; it’s not too late for me to turn your ass in.” At this point I wouldn’t, but maybe the threat would still work as a deterrent.
“I said I’m not gonna do shit, chill already,” he said, then paused. “Before you go, though, you got any food?”
So now I had to feed the person who broke into my house? That seemed excessive by even the most generous standards of hospitality. I didn’t have time to argue, however, so I sighed as I rose to my feet and said, “There should be plenty to eat in the fridge and cupboard.”
The kid shook his head. “Nah, I looked, it’s just a bunch of cereal and fruit and shit.”
I glared. “Yes, well, that’s what I eat; take it or leave it.”
He raised a brow. “What, you’re like, a fucking vegetarian or something?”
“A vegan, actually,” I said. “I had to leave five minutes ago so if you’re done insulting me and my home…”
He groaned and threw his head back. “Puta madre, I got my ass handed to me by a goddamn vegan?”
As I walked towards the door I called back, “Yes, so stay out of trouble today or I’ll embarrass you twice.”
“Damn, man, you look like shit,” he observed as we took a seat at the table.
“Yeah, well, some punk ass kid broke into my house last night, and frankly I don’t sleep well even on a good night, so I didn’t get much rest,” I said flatly.
“Eh, at least you didn’t get your ass kicked,” the werebear replied dismissively.
I snorted. “Funny, I distinctly remember being the only one bleeding during that exchange.”
He looked almost apologetic - briefly - but quickly covered it with what I was coming to realize was a reflexive, if not put-on, air of indifference. “Whatever, so what now?”
That was a good question. “Well I feel like at minimum you owe me a new window,” I finally said.
He raised a brow. “One, you broke your own damn window, and two, I don’t have any money, I shot most of it up yesterday.”
I sighed and rubbed my forehead. “Fine, then I feel like you should help me fix the window. From experience it’s easier with two people, and I don’t know, maybe some kind of consequence will discourage you from repeating bad behavior.”
He folded his arms over his chest. “You know you sound like a fucking cop, right? You gonna reform me with unpaid labor?”
“Humor me,” I said, exasperated. “I’d like to get it fixed today or I’m going to have another shit night of sleep over the house not being secure.”
“I dunno, seems like you can handle yourself,” the kid replied.
Drumming the table with my fingertips, I finally said quietly, “Yeah, well, I didn’t make out as well last time, so I’d rest easier with it fixed, alright? I feel like it’s the least you could do.”
Again that expression of almost-contrition, but he looked away and ran his hand over his mohawk before heaving a sigh and muttering, “Whatever, I’ll help you fix the stupid window.”
“Thank you for your gracious cooperation,” I replied with a smirk. “I will be getting off work around four, and after a run to the hardware store should be home by a little after five. I expect you to be here to help. Until then, you are free to go.”
He frowned. “Go where? If I drive to Missoula I’m not gonna have the gas money to get back to your shitty house.”
I leaned back with a frown. “Well you certainly can’t stay here.”
“Why not?” He asked.
“Seriously?” I snorted incredulously. “You want to know why I don’t want a freaking juvenile delinquent alone in my home unattended all day?”
He rolled his eyes. “I already told you, you don’t got anything worth stealing. I’m probably going to be bored as fuck, this place sucks.” He paused. “Also worrying about a criminal in your house seems pretty hypocritical considering you told me last night that you fucking killed someone this week?”
I waved dismissively. “I think you’re misremembering what I said, you were very high.” With a teasing grin I added, “And I imagine a few good blows to the head didn’t help, either.”
He scowled. “Fuck you. Am I staying or what?”
I glanced at the clock and muttered a curse under my breath; I really did need to leave for work. “Against my better judgement, fine. Stay out of trouble though; it’s not too late for me to turn your ass in.” At this point I wouldn’t, but maybe the threat would still work as a deterrent.
“I said I’m not gonna do shit, chill already,” he said, then paused. “Before you go, though, you got any food?”
So now I had to feed the person who broke into my house? That seemed excessive by even the most generous standards of hospitality. I didn’t have time to argue, however, so I sighed as I rose to my feet and said, “There should be plenty to eat in the fridge and cupboard.”
The kid shook his head. “Nah, I looked, it’s just a bunch of cereal and fruit and shit.”
I glared. “Yes, well, that’s what I eat; take it or leave it.”
He raised a brow. “What, you’re like, a fucking vegetarian or something?”
“A vegan, actually,” I said. “I had to leave five minutes ago so if you’re done insulting me and my home…”
He groaned and threw his head back. “Puta madre, I got my ass handed to me by a goddamn vegan?”
As I walked towards the door I called back, “Yes, so stay out of trouble today or I’ll embarrass you twice.”
