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still_the_dmIt was a little bit amazing when they got to the house and Mike got to take a look at El's treehouse apartment. It was an incredible piece of work, the kind of thing that the party had always dreamed of having except for the fact that Mike's dad couldn't be bothered and he was too old by the time Step-Chad came along, Dustin's and Lucas's yards didn't have any decent trees, and Johnathan was always working too much.
And according to El, she'd had this treehouse since she first showed up, and it had only gotten better. In the parent/grandparent lottery, she'd frickin' scored.
The only disappointment was that El would be sleeping out there his first night in town (she slept up there in cycles, according to the guy at dinner who was too damn young looking to be her grandpa), and he'd be in the guest room.
In the house. With her dad.
Alone.
Mike actually managed to not be terribly intimidated to the point of getting drowsy when the lock on the guest bedroom door quietly slid open, and El's big, dark eyes appeared around the edge of said door with a meek and questioning look that Mike remembered well.
All they did was talk, and not even about anything in particular. Sitting across from each other on the bed, cross legged and knees touching, Mike told her about everything from the course of Nancy and Johnathan's relationship to Dustin's first girlfriend, right down to every D&D campaign he'd run since she left. Somehow, they packed five years into one night, and at the end of it they were stretched out in bed, facing each other and still whispering in the dark.
Yet somehow, he was still surprised when he slowly came awake in the morning with a mop of dark hair shot through with rainbows shoved right in his face, filling his lungs with the smell of some kind of flowery, clean shampoo and the cotton of the pillowcase.
She was still there. Spooned back against his chest, his face in her hair...she'd even somehow managed to fling a leg backwards and hook her foot around his calf, meaning he couldn't move without waking her.
Once he slid a glance at the door and realized she must have TK-ed the lock back into place during the night, Mike contented himself with burrowing back in to sleep some more...and when he couldn't drift off again, instead ran his fingers through her hair, idly weaving the dyed underside of her hair into one tiny, brightly colored braid after another.
And according to El, she'd had this treehouse since she first showed up, and it had only gotten better. In the parent/grandparent lottery, she'd frickin' scored.
The only disappointment was that El would be sleeping out there his first night in town (she slept up there in cycles, according to the guy at dinner who was too damn young looking to be her grandpa), and he'd be in the guest room.
In the house. With her dad.
Alone.
Mike actually managed to not be terribly intimidated to the point of getting drowsy when the lock on the guest bedroom door quietly slid open, and El's big, dark eyes appeared around the edge of said door with a meek and questioning look that Mike remembered well.
All they did was talk, and not even about anything in particular. Sitting across from each other on the bed, cross legged and knees touching, Mike told her about everything from the course of Nancy and Johnathan's relationship to Dustin's first girlfriend, right down to every D&D campaign he'd run since she left. Somehow, they packed five years into one night, and at the end of it they were stretched out in bed, facing each other and still whispering in the dark.
Yet somehow, he was still surprised when he slowly came awake in the morning with a mop of dark hair shot through with rainbows shoved right in his face, filling his lungs with the smell of some kind of flowery, clean shampoo and the cotton of the pillowcase.
She was still there. Spooned back against his chest, his face in her hair...she'd even somehow managed to fling a leg backwards and hook her foot around his calf, meaning he couldn't move without waking her.
Once he slid a glance at the door and realized she must have TK-ed the lock back into place during the night, Mike contented himself with burrowing back in to sleep some more...and when he couldn't drift off again, instead ran his fingers through her hair, idly weaving the dyed underside of her hair into one tiny, brightly colored braid after another.
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Date: 2016-09-30 08:23 pm (UTC)"Hey, cub! Just got done at the mechanic...I muscled those grease monkeys into picking up the pace, they were slow walking me." he singsonged cheerfully. "Just wanted to know if you want me to pick up anything for breakfast on the way home."
There's a beat, then just as cheerfully...
"Like a shotgun for anyone that might be putting their hands on my daughter?..."
Meanwhile, Mike just moves over to El and wraps his arms around her from behind, resting his chin atop her head as he tucks her securely back against his chest while she talks to her dad.
And prays he doesn't have the kind of father superpowers that let him know Mike is holding her, even when they're just on the phone.
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Date: 2016-09-30 10:05 pm (UTC)He was due home soon.
"Did they actually fix the car this time? Because the last mechanic wasn't trustworthy and I'm really hoping I can take Fiona at her word that the guys we took my car to this time actually know what they're doing."
She turns slightly to smile at Mike. He's within kissing distance, but her dad is on the phone, so that'd be a no go at this station. Still, he was gorgeous and he was hers and she was probably falling for him, so she could smile at him just like this and be happy.
But then the look on her face shifts to one that says 'jesus on toast why' and she replies to his next comment with "Dad. No."
Dads. Jesus.
"We're going to Still Waters and then I'm showing him around town. We're good for breakfast. Thank you, though. We do need dish soap. And coffee. Just in general, though."
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Date: 2016-10-02 01:53 am (UTC)It was a snort of laughter Rocky heard, making him scowl in a manner that bled into his voice.
"Is that him? Is he...doing stuff I can kill him for?"
Oh, it is not a pleasant place in Rock Devereaux's brain right now...
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Date: 2016-10-03 10:24 am (UTC)This is the cars third trip to the mechanic. Second mechanic. This whole Is It Isn't It routine with her car is getting so old.