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magic_fratboy) wrote2009-08-21 01:02 pm
magic_fratboy) wrote2009-08-21 01:02 pm
[promptless] sweep the streets i used to own...
“You have interviews to do.”
“I have a house to babyproof!” Tommy laughed, reaching up to secure the cell phone more firmly between chin and shoulder before picking up his screwdriver again. “I did mention that my daughter’s walking now, right?”
“Yes. Three times.”
Grinning, he turned back to the task of fixing the baby gate his father had dropped off a little over an hour before, glancing up at Ziyah as he gestured for her to hand him one of the screws she was holding. “Look, George, I appreciate you throwing me a bone here and there--”
“Throwing you a bone?! Ha, yeah, that’s funny. Real cute, me helping you. Tommy, Chan didn’t sign me on to act as your press agent ‘cause I needed busy work, you son of a bitch. Right now, you’re the only one reporters want to talk to. I’m surprised she’s not more worried, quite frankly.”
“Tell that stupid PR suit to kiss your ass and finish with that gate, will you?” Ziyah huffed nearby, leaning over to catch Mayilia’s hand before she could wander past them and over to the garage door she kept trying to toddle through. “Bambina, I said no!”
“Oot, Mama!”
Shooting Zee an apologetic look, Tommy set the screw against its hole and focused, keeping it aloft with power as he talked and started tightening it at the same time. “I’m doing the circuit like she wanted me to do, but I ain’t gonna do any interviews outside of that ‘till I’m good and ready. It’ll only encourage them.”
“It’ll get me lynched if I don’t give these people something!! With the rumors about Buried Alive 2 and Chan’s straitjacket tribute? You have to say something, man! And let’s not even start about the tabloids with you and that little heiress…”
“I’m not fucking Sassafras Lally.” He sighed, finishing with the screw before shifting the phone from one ear to another. “Zee? Pick up May, will ya?”
“Got her, babe…and who says you’re fucking Sassy? I have to call and tell her, she’ll be ridiculously amused.”
“Word on the street is that you two got a thing.” George insisted while Tommy made a face at Zee and watched May pout miserably as she was lifted off her newly discovered feet. “You’ve seen the fella she’s engaged to. The society pages are having a fucking field day.”
Rolling his eyes, Tommy stood and hefted the gate into his hand, walking over to the garage doorway. “Let ‘em eat cake, worked for Marie Antoinette.”
“This isn’t funny. I get paid to know who’s saying what about which, Karras, and you’re looking at more speculation and character assassination than you can shake a stick at!”
“I’ll invest in a kindling company.”
“Tommy…”
Reaching up, Tommy released the phone from its grip and caught it in his hand. “Bye, George.”
“Hey, wait--”
Smirking, Tommy lowered the phone and hit the ‘end’ button before shoving it back in his pocket and turning to his family with a smile. “Sorry ‘bout that, ladies…let’s see how this works out, huh?”
“Oot, Tata! Popo oot!” May whimpered, her tiny face fraught with concern.
“Puppies can get out through the back door, May Bunny.” He laughed, kissing her cheek before kneeling again to set the gate up in the doorway. “You just want out to play with the turpentine and oils in Daddy’s studio, and that’s not gonna happen any time soon.”
“Is the press problem a real one, baby?” Ziyah asked after a moment, setting Mayilia on her feet and holding her hands so she couldn’t wander away. “Maybe you should do a couple of interviews. Maybe we should do more for the wedding, clear things up some. I mean…we were supposed to be married a long time ago.”
“It’s fine, babe. Promise.” He soothed, spreading the gate with a grunt as he tried the pressure lever that would secure it. “First? We already are married, least in my mind. Second? I could care what the media says as long as they’re talkin’. No such thing as bad publicity, and frankly? I’d rather get accused of having an affair with my best friend than having real life supernatural powers.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Hey, it was no laughing matter during the Spiritualist movement.” He protested, grinning as he tested the gate and it held. Rising, he walked over and knelt in front of his daughter, bringing his face right up to hers. “You’re free, Bun Bun. Got a kiss for your pops?”
He was rewarded with two little hands on his cheeks and a messy smack of baby lips against his before Mayilia was released to toddle over and test the limits of the new barrier separating her from everything wonderful and dangerous inside the garage.
“You’re sure she can’t open that? She is your daughter, and she knows how to get out of her crib…”
Tommy nodded, grinning as he wrapped his arms around Ziyah to draw her close. “Pressure mounted, doesn’t swing. We’ll have to step over it to get into the garage, but she can’t open it. That’s why I had you pick her up so she couldn’t watch me fix it up. The power only works if she understands how it functions. If we don’t play with it, she can’t figure it out.”
“You’re a devious man, Karras.”
“Must be how I tricked you into bein’ my girl.”
Ziyah just grinned, then laughed. Turning, Tommy smiled as he watched May’s pudgy hands wrap around the bars of the baby gate while she stared out mournfully.
“No! No no no no NO!!”
“Hey! No shrieking!” he chided, letting Zee go to get May instead.
“I think she’s cursing, babe.” Zee laughed, following him as he lifted a righteously angry infant into his arms.
“Seriously?”
“Of course…after all, ‘no’ is the very worst word she knows.”
Laughing, Tommy nodded in agreement as he puckered his lips at May and was rewarded with another kiss from the other most important woman in his life.
“I have a house to babyproof!” Tommy laughed, reaching up to secure the cell phone more firmly between chin and shoulder before picking up his screwdriver again. “I did mention that my daughter’s walking now, right?”
“Yes. Three times.”
Grinning, he turned back to the task of fixing the baby gate his father had dropped off a little over an hour before, glancing up at Ziyah as he gestured for her to hand him one of the screws she was holding. “Look, George, I appreciate you throwing me a bone here and there--”
“Throwing you a bone?! Ha, yeah, that’s funny. Real cute, me helping you. Tommy, Chan didn’t sign me on to act as your press agent ‘cause I needed busy work, you son of a bitch. Right now, you’re the only one reporters want to talk to. I’m surprised she’s not more worried, quite frankly.”
“Tell that stupid PR suit to kiss your ass and finish with that gate, will you?” Ziyah huffed nearby, leaning over to catch Mayilia’s hand before she could wander past them and over to the garage door she kept trying to toddle through. “Bambina, I said no!”
“Oot, Mama!”
Shooting Zee an apologetic look, Tommy set the screw against its hole and focused, keeping it aloft with power as he talked and started tightening it at the same time. “I’m doing the circuit like she wanted me to do, but I ain’t gonna do any interviews outside of that ‘till I’m good and ready. It’ll only encourage them.”
“It’ll get me lynched if I don’t give these people something!! With the rumors about Buried Alive 2 and Chan’s straitjacket tribute? You have to say something, man! And let’s not even start about the tabloids with you and that little heiress…”
“I’m not fucking Sassafras Lally.” He sighed, finishing with the screw before shifting the phone from one ear to another. “Zee? Pick up May, will ya?”
“Got her, babe…and who says you’re fucking Sassy? I have to call and tell her, she’ll be ridiculously amused.”
“Word on the street is that you two got a thing.” George insisted while Tommy made a face at Zee and watched May pout miserably as she was lifted off her newly discovered feet. “You’ve seen the fella she’s engaged to. The society pages are having a fucking field day.”
Rolling his eyes, Tommy stood and hefted the gate into his hand, walking over to the garage doorway. “Let ‘em eat cake, worked for Marie Antoinette.”
“This isn’t funny. I get paid to know who’s saying what about which, Karras, and you’re looking at more speculation and character assassination than you can shake a stick at!”
“I’ll invest in a kindling company.”
“Tommy…”
Reaching up, Tommy released the phone from its grip and caught it in his hand. “Bye, George.”
“Hey, wait--”
Smirking, Tommy lowered the phone and hit the ‘end’ button before shoving it back in his pocket and turning to his family with a smile. “Sorry ‘bout that, ladies…let’s see how this works out, huh?”
“Oot, Tata! Popo oot!” May whimpered, her tiny face fraught with concern.
“Puppies can get out through the back door, May Bunny.” He laughed, kissing her cheek before kneeling again to set the gate up in the doorway. “You just want out to play with the turpentine and oils in Daddy’s studio, and that’s not gonna happen any time soon.”
“Is the press problem a real one, baby?” Ziyah asked after a moment, setting Mayilia on her feet and holding her hands so she couldn’t wander away. “Maybe you should do a couple of interviews. Maybe we should do more for the wedding, clear things up some. I mean…we were supposed to be married a long time ago.”
“It’s fine, babe. Promise.” He soothed, spreading the gate with a grunt as he tried the pressure lever that would secure it. “First? We already are married, least in my mind. Second? I could care what the media says as long as they’re talkin’. No such thing as bad publicity, and frankly? I’d rather get accused of having an affair with my best friend than having real life supernatural powers.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Hey, it was no laughing matter during the Spiritualist movement.” He protested, grinning as he tested the gate and it held. Rising, he walked over and knelt in front of his daughter, bringing his face right up to hers. “You’re free, Bun Bun. Got a kiss for your pops?”
He was rewarded with two little hands on his cheeks and a messy smack of baby lips against his before Mayilia was released to toddle over and test the limits of the new barrier separating her from everything wonderful and dangerous inside the garage.
“You’re sure she can’t open that? She is your daughter, and she knows how to get out of her crib…”
Tommy nodded, grinning as he wrapped his arms around Ziyah to draw her close. “Pressure mounted, doesn’t swing. We’ll have to step over it to get into the garage, but she can’t open it. That’s why I had you pick her up so she couldn’t watch me fix it up. The power only works if she understands how it functions. If we don’t play with it, she can’t figure it out.”
“You’re a devious man, Karras.”
“Must be how I tricked you into bein’ my girl.”
Ziyah just grinned, then laughed. Turning, Tommy smiled as he watched May’s pudgy hands wrap around the bars of the baby gate while she stared out mournfully.
“No! No no no no NO!!”
“Hey! No shrieking!” he chided, letting Zee go to get May instead.
“I think she’s cursing, babe.” Zee laughed, following him as he lifted a righteously angry infant into his arms.
“Seriously?”
“Of course…after all, ‘no’ is the very worst word she knows.”
Laughing, Tommy nodded in agreement as he puckered his lips at May and was rewarded with another kiss from the other most important woman in his life.