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Brand's phone had manifested like the Stuff was trying to apologize for taking Rune away from him. It was a piss poor substitute given that Brand doesn't have a lot of pictures of Rune. Why would he? If he wanted to look at him back home, he could go fucking find him. The few he does have are thanks to Addam (why Addam thinks that Brand wants artsy shots of Rune drooling on his fucking pillow is beyond him) or the kids (who are usually tattling on Rune for screwing around).

He's not looking at those pictures anyway. Given that Rune's absence might as well be a sucking chest wound, it seems like a bad idea. The others are safer. He can miss them without feeling like he's dying.

He glances up from his phone when South enters the room, and considers his own state of mind. He almost feels sociable, so he stretches himself beyond his usual grunt-and-nod greeting.

"Hey."

Date: 2021-09-17 01:58 am (UTC)
ownperson: (pb; purple sidelook smile)
From: [personal profile] ownperson

“Okay, yeah, that I remember, but you didn’t— you just said you rescued them! You didn’t mention a Max, a Quinn, a— six-year-old called Corbie, apparently? What the fuck, dude, are they all kids?”

The look on her face is— beyond neat description, honestly. Somewhere between incredulous, laughing and plain old confused as fuck. Didn’t he once… back when they hadn’t known each other that long…

“…oh my fucking god is this why you have fucking specific sparring techniques for teens.”

Date: 2021-09-17 02:42 am (UTC)
ownperson: (pb; purple laughing looking down)
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Another one. What the fuck. Anna, Max, Corbie, Layne, Quinn—five? Five fucking kids? It is an effort not to burst out laughing, now, just at how goddamned ridiculous this is.

“That— that explains nothing, you realise that, right? Okay, so one of them came with the blond guy. One of them you rescued. What the fuck about— what the fuck about the others? Do you seriously have five fucking kids around? You’re my age! What—”

No, no, that’s it, she’s gone. She starts laughing and has to cover her mouth to try and stop herself.

Date: 2021-09-17 04:21 am (UTC)
ownperson: (pb; purple smiling looking down)
From: [personal profile] ownperson

“Few months?”

She’s trying, she’s trying not to laugh, she swears, but— fuck, how many months have they known each other now and without a single bit of this coming up? Five kids? Five kids. Five fucking kids they apparently took in within a few months and not once— five! Five kids!

She’s doubled over laughing, it takes a monumental effort to compose herself enough to sit up. She has to wipe her eyes.

“Oh, my god. I can’t— Brand. That’s a lot of fucking kids and you never—” Deep breath. Do not fall back into laughter. She presses her lips together, which just leads to muffled snickering sounds. “Okay. Okay. I’m calming down. I swear. Just— Brand. Dude.”

Date: 2021-09-17 04:55 pm (UTC)
ownperson: (pb; purple genuine laugh)
From: [personal profile] ownperson

South snort-laughs. "You have pic— of course you have pictures, you have five fucking kids, you probably need a key to remember them all."

She tosses him his phone back with a stupid grin, because sure, why the fuck not see pictures of this fucking gaggle of children?

"I can't fucking believe this. This is like if I'd just never fucking told you I had a brother."

Date: 2021-10-28 11:02 pm (UTC)
ownperson: (pb; purple casual talking)
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South snickers and is this close to a comment about how armour is not comparable to literal family members, but she drops it when he actually comes over to show. For now. She can always give him more shit later, there's no way he's living this one down completely.

"What the fuck is your life, dude? I couldn't predict a single word of that sentence based on the previous one." She shakes her head. By now she expects the wild details, but it sure doesn't mean she can predict them. "Right, so, Quinn's... the kid that's basically Addam's, right? And Max... did you say how Max came around?"

Date: 2021-10-29 12:16 am (UTC)
ownperson: (pb; purple confused brow furrow)
From: [personal profile] ownperson

South looks away from the photo just to stare at him for a second because sorry, Brand, that needs a moment of 'checking your expression for signs of bullshitting', but, nope, okay, more dead serious journey through a world of magical bullshit stuff. Future sight and a trick adoption. Sure. Why the fuck not, at this point.

"Well, that's sure one fuckin' way to adopt a kid. But sure sounds like he's better off with you soooo." She doesn't need to hear more than a trick being played to hand him off to someone else to not question the 'evil bitch' designation there. Though, to be fair, she wouldn't even need that, at this point if Brand labels someone an evil bitch she's just gonna take his word.

Date: 2021-10-29 11:32 pm (UTC)
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"Why is shoving people's head in toilets one of your go-tos, dude. Just— why."

It's not even actually a question, just a comment made through a laugh at both that and Brand's idea of a 'sensible kind of kid'.

"So, totally a kid after your own heart, you mean. Did you even have to teach her that?"

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