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thecomplexCreaaak- EXHAUST. And with that, a dim diesel rumble. A moving truck sits in front of one of the empty complex rooms, and at the wheel of the little uhaul, Kai slumps.
God, he shouldn't be this tired from driving thirty minutes down the road with just his off hand in front of his sister. She probably already wants to kill him for how useless his injuries are making him. Absolutely no lifting, says the nice doctor. Not that he didn't try anyway, and bend double for breath, holding his ribs.
The blond girl next to him seems to be pointedly ignoring him, texting away on a cell phone paid out to the end of the month.
This hasn't been the best month for Rylie either, naturally, but when a fourteen-year-old girl has to call on a posse of would-be-boyfriends and buddies after the estate sale, and pack up the majority of odds and ends herself you know you're in sad shape.
He'd swear there's transparent evasion in all those friends suddenly being too busy to help her move in. Rylie does NOT approve of their new place, does not approve of having people realize she's suddenly not in such good shape financially. She's not even officially guardian'd up yet, with all the paperwork and shit.
Enormity sits like a weight on Kai's shoulders, but he straightens up and forces an eyebrow waggle--the kind Rylie always hated.
He is so bad at being their dad.
God, how are they going to get this to the second floor?
Fortunately, he's got resting bitchface to hide that.
They didn't even sing stupid songs on the way over.
Does she still do that? The last time they really spent more than a chance weekend in the same space, his sister was twelve. Now she's a bleach-blonde and a cheerleader.
She's a total stranger, and he's not the artsy older brother with bad taste anymore.
What the Hell are they going to do?
"Ready to move in?"
She ignores him, texting away with her thumbs, booted feet scrunched up on the edge of the seat, hunching her in.
Kai reaches out, and taps her knee, "Hey-"
"get off. i got it." Rylie snaps, clicking her gum at him, with a knock of her knee, stowing the phone and wrenching open the door with a twist.
She slams it after her, and Kai can't help but cringe a little on the inside.
He slides out of the cab after her, wondering if maybe he can fudge carrying in their winter coats or some blankets or something, wondering when he's supposed to get used to actually being less useful than a normal human being, and if he'll have enough rent to avoid getting evicted in two months.
Must be nice to still be a teenager...
God, he shouldn't be this tired from driving thirty minutes down the road with just his off hand in front of his sister. She probably already wants to kill him for how useless his injuries are making him. Absolutely no lifting, says the nice doctor. Not that he didn't try anyway, and bend double for breath, holding his ribs.
The blond girl next to him seems to be pointedly ignoring him, texting away on a cell phone paid out to the end of the month.
This hasn't been the best month for Rylie either, naturally, but when a fourteen-year-old girl has to call on a posse of would-be-boyfriends and buddies after the estate sale, and pack up the majority of odds and ends herself you know you're in sad shape.
He'd swear there's transparent evasion in all those friends suddenly being too busy to help her move in. Rylie does NOT approve of their new place, does not approve of having people realize she's suddenly not in such good shape financially. She's not even officially guardian'd up yet, with all the paperwork and shit.
Enormity sits like a weight on Kai's shoulders, but he straightens up and forces an eyebrow waggle--the kind Rylie always hated.
He is so bad at being their dad.
God, how are they going to get this to the second floor?
Fortunately, he's got resting bitchface to hide that.
They didn't even sing stupid songs on the way over.
Does she still do that? The last time they really spent more than a chance weekend in the same space, his sister was twelve. Now she's a bleach-blonde and a cheerleader.
She's a total stranger, and he's not the artsy older brother with bad taste anymore.
What the Hell are they going to do?
"Ready to move in?"
She ignores him, texting away with her thumbs, booted feet scrunched up on the edge of the seat, hunching her in.
Kai reaches out, and taps her knee, "Hey-"
"get off. i got it." Rylie snaps, clicking her gum at him, with a knock of her knee, stowing the phone and wrenching open the door with a twist.
She slams it after her, and Kai can't help but cringe a little on the inside.
He slides out of the cab after her, wondering if maybe he can fudge carrying in their winter coats or some blankets or something, wondering when he's supposed to get used to actually being less useful than a normal human being, and if he'll have enough rent to avoid getting evicted in two months.
Must be nice to still be a teenager...
[2/?] SURPRISE RYLIE ROUND
Date: 2014-07-31 03:12 pm (UTC)She can't catch much. Kai's soft-spoken at the best of times, and even then, he's under the stairwell, so he's more of a black oval of hair. It's Neil she can see a little better if she squints. But she can clearly see the wrist grab. It's at this point that a certain sister glaring and leaning out the window hoists the can and lets it fly, catching Kai in a good eight gallon downpour of cold water.
And maybe a little of it douses the blonde guy in front of him, but whatever.
There's something deeply satisfying in the chocked gasp of shock she hears her brother make before she rains screaming insults down on him.]
You fucking perverted piece of pervy cock-sucking shitass!
[3/?]
Date: 2014-07-31 03:44 pm (UTC)xiaotizaizi under his breath, and then gasping, huffing and staring wide-eyed at Neil with his best Not As Planned face.
He very slowly pulls the wet hair out of his face and looks up.
Yep. It really is his sister screaming at him from the second story.
And that is definitely his trash can lying all over the sidewalk in a big puddle of icy water.
He glares at the bin for a second, then breathes in very carefully through his nose, calling his sister a son of a rabbit under his breath in chinese again.
Times like this, he wishes his parents had actually bothered to teach them more Chinese and hadn't just used it as adult language to speak amongst themselves and with their aunt.
He looks up at his sister yelling and shrieking and throwing a fit from the second floor.]
Mei-Meiiiiii. Don't waste water. That comes out of our utilities bill.
[Don't get mad, Kai. Don't get mad...
Where does she get off, though?
She's kind of touched a nerve, though.]
[4/6?] In which Rylie is clearly the kind of neighbor you want...
Date: 2014-07-31 03:53 pm (UTC)WHAT did you call me?!
Mom and Dad call me that!
You don't get to call me that!
YOU GET YOUR SKANKY FAG ASS OUT OF THE STAIRS AND STOP FLIRTING WITH THE FUCKING NEIGHBORS!
I'm not living in a stupid perverted commune full of your gross fuckbuddies!