Secret Santa Christ for Duosangel
Title: Lost and Found
Author: achika_chan
Pairing: some Harvey Finevoice/90s Kid
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Harvey gets followed home by a kid on the run from the mob and decides to help.
The Laundromat over on Third wasn’t exactly a place that Harvey usually hung out in, but there had been a fight at the Palace, and Harvey’s shirt was covered in booze, blood, and other unmentionable substances. Harvey didn’t want to go home like that, didn’t want Linkara to see and get worried, so the Laundromat it was.
Harvey stripped off his jacket - which would probably need dry-cleaned - and tie and set them on the table. He took his button down off and tossed it into one of the washers. Standing in the middle of a Laundromat in his undershirt in the pre-dawn morning wasn’t exactly the classiest moment of Harvey Finevoice’s life.
Luckily the place was almost deserted. There was just him, the guy working the counter who appeared to be asleep, and a teenager in sunglasses and an obnoxiously orange backwards baseball cap.
Harvey put his jacket back on. The Laundromat was chilly and it would hide Harvey’s shoulder holster. Plus it had his cigarettes in the pocket.
About halfway into the wash cycle, the teenager came over to Harvey.
“Dude, do you have change for a dollar? The machines won’t take it and I am totally craving some potato chips from the vending machine,”
Harvey handed over some quarters. “Knock yourself out, kid,”
“Thanks, dude,” the teen said. “Radical gun, by the way. A Browning Hi-Power, right?”
Harvey hadn’t thought that the kid had been paying attention, but apparently he was more observant than he looked.
“You can’t go wrong with a classic,” Harvey said with a shrug, not one to be thrown off his game by something unexpected. “How’d you figure?”
“You just seem like a Browning Hi-Power kind of guy, and I know a thing or two about guns,” the kid said, grinning a little to himself, like he knew something Harvey didn’t, and Harvey knew that grin.
“…You’re Vinnie’s kid,” Harvey said, surprised.
The kid straightened up, tense and defiant and clearly not expecting Harvey to make that connection. “Yeah, and?”
“No one’s heard from you since Vinnie died,” Harvey said.
Damn, Harvey thought, now that was unexpected. What the hell had Vinnie’s kid’s name been? Harvey couldn’t remember, but the kid had had a nickname, hadn’t he? 90s Kid, Harvey was pretty sure.
“Chya, and I plan on keeping it that way, dude,”
Harvey hadn’t known Vinnie well, Vinnie had kept mostly to himself before he had a heart attack and kicked the bucket. But he knew that Vinnie’s wife hadn’t been around, and that Vinnie had been the best gun guy in the business with no allegiance to any of the major players.
“Where have you been living the last two years?” Harvey asked.
90s Kid shrugged. “Around. Castilla and Burnett both offered to take me in, but they just wanted to know everything dad taught me, and like, no way was I going to let that happen,”
“…Smart move,” Harvey admitted. The bosses could be ruthless when they wanted something, and if they wanted 90s Kid’s expertise, it was for the best that he’d laid low.
90s Kid pulled a gun of his own - of course Vinnie’s kid would have a gun on him, had Harvey really thought otherwise? - and Harvey kept his hands up where 90s Kid could see them. He didn’t want the kid to spook and accidentally hurt someone. Harvey would rather not get shot if he could help it. The Laundromat attendant was still asleep, thankfully.
“Sorry, dude, you seem radical and all, but I really can’t risk them finding out about me,”
“I don’t blame you, kid. I wouldn’t want to mess with Castilla or Burnett, especially not if I was as young as you. But I don’t tell secrets,”
“...What’s your name?” 90s Kid asked.
“Harvey Finevoice,” Harvey said.
“You were one of Falconetti’s men, before he retired with his babe. I remember you,” 90s Kid said, lowering his gun slightly but not putting it away.
“I was. I left the game when he did. I’m just a singer nowadays,” Harvey said.
“Dad…Dad always liked Falconetti. Said he was a truly righteous guy for the line of business he was in,” 90s Kid said, swallowing heavily. “Real observant too, an awesome judge of character,”
Harvey carefully took out a cigarette and lit it, telegraphing his moves. He shrugged.
“Might have been,” He said, taking in the cigarette smoke.
90s Kid holstered his gun. “You never saw me,” he warned.
Harvey smirked. “Saw who? Everyone knows Vinnie’s kid is long gone or dead,”
90s Kid nodded firmly, and gathered up his laundry quickly.
“I sing at the Palace most nights,” Harvey said. “Just so you know,”
90s Kid disappeared out the door and into the street crowd, and Harvey shook his head. He seemed like he was a good kid, it was shame he had to hide.
A few days later, Harvey had almost pushed the encounter to the back of his mind. At least, he had until he came back home to find Linkara waiting up for him, arms crossed and expression annoyed.
“You have a guest,” Linkara said flatly.
Harvey raised an eyebrow. He didn’t usually let people know where he lived. It was easier that way, and there were still enough people out there that he’d pissed off along the way that it was better for everyone if he kept his mouth shut. He didn’t want to bring any of that down on Linkara’s head.
“He broke in,” Linkara said, clearly not amused. Now Harvey was really curious.
“DUUUUDE, your stockpile is totally radical!” came a yell from the other room, and Linkara paled.
“Don’t touch anything!” he yelled back.
“Don’t worry, he knows what he’s -“ Harvey started to reassure him, but the sound of a small explosion cut him off.
“Dude! That was hardcore!” 90s Kid said with a laugh.
Linkara gave Harvey a pained look.
“I’ll take care of it,” Harvey said. “Hey! Get out here and leave Linkara’s guns alone!”
There was a scrambling commotion from the other room, and suddenly 90s Kid was standing in front of him, grinning like a fool.
“Harvey, man, you didn’t say that your roommate had the most awesome collection of weapons in the history of everness!” 90s Kid said.
“I also didn’t tell you where I lived or that I even had a roommate. Funny how that works, isn’t it?” Harvey said dryly.
90s Kid rolled his eyes dismissively behind his sunglasses.
“Chya, whatever, it was way easy to track you down,”
“What do you want, Kid?” Harvey asked.
“I was kind of hoping to crash on your couch tonight? But, like, it’s cool if you say no, seeing those toys in there was so worth it,” 90s Kid said.
“The Arsenal of Freedom is not a toybox!” Linkara said, voice strangled.
“Linkara, this is 90s Kid. His dad was a weapons expert. 90s Kid, this is Linkara. He collects weapons,” Harvey said, figuring that they hadn’t been properly introduced yet. It was probably for the best that he glossed over the particulars.
90s Kid turned his enthusiasm and puppy dog eyes on Linkara.
“Your arsenal,” 90s Kid said in awe. “is so badass,”
“Thanks,” Linkara said tightly.
“I saw you had a -“ And that was where Harvey lost the thread of the conversation, because 90s Kid spouted off something that sounded very technical and over Harvey’s head. He knew just enough about guns to know how to load them, aim them, and shoot them. Linkara looked surprised that 90s Kid had recognized whatever weapon in the Arsenal he was talking about, and even more surprised when 90s Kid asked if he had considered upgrading it.
“I’ve thought about it, sure, but I have no idea how I’d go about doing it,” Linkara said.
90s Kid waved his hand dismissively. “Psh, it’s way easy. If I had a screwdriver, a nail file, and an hour I could do it for you,”
There was a moment of silence.
“…Would a Sonic be okay?” Linkara asked.
“Chya, If only! I’d, like, only need a half hour then,” 90s Kid said with a wide grin.
Linkara looked over at Harvey. “He can stay,”
Harvey couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “Anything to get bigger guns, right?”
Harvey’s sleep was oddly restless that night, and he found himself wandering into the kitchen. Maybe a snack or a drink or even just getting up and moving a bit would help him get back to sleep.
There was a light on in the kitchen, the dim one above the stove. Someone was in there but didn’t want to disturb anyone by turning on the actual kitchen lights.
90s Kid was sitting at the kitchen table, his gun laid out in front of him in parts. He looked up at Harvey’s approach.
“Trouble sleeping?” Harvey asked.
90s Kid shrugged and began reassembling the gun. “A little. This helps me relax, you know? It’s like…calming or whatever,”
Harvey sat at the opposite side of the table and watched 90s Kid assemble the gun and then take it apart again.
“You used to come by the store, running errands for Falconetti,” 90s Kid said, breaking the silence that had settled over them.
“A couple of times, yeah,” Harvey said. That had been back when Harvey was young and inexperienced, and he’d just been a runner for Falconetti. But Falconetti had had plenty of runners, and 90s Kid would have been very young.
“You, like, couldn’t have been any older than I am now. But you wore radical hats and never pretended not to see me like most of the other guys. And that’s how I knew I could trust you,”
Harvey had kind of been wondering that, but he hadn’t been going to ask. Better to let the kid tell it himself.
“Good to know my hats made an impression,” Harvey said, smiling a little to himself.
90s Kid stood and Harvey watched as he circled the table to come closer to Harvey. Harvey raised an eyebrow at him, but 90s Kid didn’t explain anything. It turned out that he didn’t have to, though, because the next moment 90s Kid had kissed Harvey. He was clearly inexperienced, and that made it easier for Harvey to pull away.
“You realize that there’s no conditions on you staying here, right?” Harvey asked.
90s Kid grinned. “Yeah. But I wanted to do that. I won’t do it again, if it bothered you,”
“…How old are you again?” Harvey asked.
“Eighteen, actually. That’s kind of why I tracked you down, dude. Burnett and Castilla can’t legally get to me anymore, no matter what crap they pull, so I figured I should, like, find someplace more permanent, you know? I thought you might be able to help,”
“Yeah, I think we can make that happen. Just ignore it when Linkara gets pissy, he’ll let you stay if you explain things. Especially if you keep upgrading the Arsenal,”
90s Kid’s grin was nearly blinding.
90s Kid seemed to thrive, living with them. If Harvey thought that 90s Kid had been open before, he hadn’t seen anything yet. 90s Kid was a bundle of constant chatter. He and Linkara bonded over video games and comics, though Linkara seemed almost constantly horrified by 90s Kid’s taste in entertainment, and 90s Kid was always trying to get Linkara to loosen up. Harvey approved of that, because Linkara had a tendency to get wound too tight.
Life was certainly more interesting with 90s Kid around, or at least there were more gunfire and explosions, which was probably saying something. 90s Kid worked his way through the Arsenal of Freedom, upgrading and repairing the things that he could. One day Linkara handed 90s Kid the gun he always kept on him and asked what he made of it.
90s Kid just tilted his head in confusion as he examined it, his eyebrows furrowed.
“…There’s no place to actually load the gun. The hammer moves but it doesn’t actually do anything. I have no idea what these designs in the metal mean but they look like they must mean something. And like, there’s no way to take the gun apart, either. Dude, are you sure this is, like, a real, functional gun?” 90s Kid asked, giving Linkara a puzzled look.
Linkara took the gun back and fired it. The house’s shields automatically kicked in and stopped any damage, but 90s Kid clearly saw the beam that left the gun.
“…Whoa. Guess I stand corrected. But I’ve never seen anything like that before in my life, man,” 90s Kid said, biting his lip.
Linkara smiled at 90s Kid and gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Thanks anyway,” Linkara said, giving the gun a thoughtful look before holstering it.
Harvey nearly ran into 90s Kid when he came home from the Palace one night. Linkara was on the couch writing a script for his show, and 90s Kid was running through the house trying to hold in his laughter. Harvey just barely managed to stop a probably painful collision by grabbing 90s Kids shoulder.
“What on earth’s gotten into you?” Harvey asked curiously.
90s Kid grinned, face flushed. “Ninja Style Dancer and I are practicing our stealth and evasiveness!”
“He means they’re playing tag,” Linkara said dryly from the couch. “Ninja Style Dancer is ‘it’ right now,”
90s Kid nodded, grin not fading. “He always wins, but I’m getting better!”
Harvey laughed. “Then you’d better shake a leg, kid, because the ninja’s gonna catch you if you don’t get a move on,”
90s Kid swooped in and gave Harvey a quick kiss before taking off at run.
“They do this a lot?” Harvey asked after a minute.
“All the time. 90s Kid is actually doing a lot better than he was when they started, he senses Ninja Style Dancer coming a lot quicker now,” Linkara said.
“Yeah, you wouldn’t know it to look at him, but he knows how to hide pretty well,” Harvey said fondly.
They didn’t normally let kids his age into the Palace, but 90s Kid had wanted to see Harvey’s show, so Harvey had a talk with Frankie the bouncer and got him in, and had Dominic promise not to serve 90s Kid anything stronger than a coke.
90s Kid loved it, Harvey could tell. He supposed that the Palace was like everything he hadn’t been around since before his dad had died. His dad hadn’t really been big into the whole scene, he’d preferred to keep to himself, but he’d been around it enough that 90s Kid had to remember what it was like. Harvey’s thoughts were cut short when he saw Burnett’s all too familiar form approaching 90s Kid. Luckily this was the last song Harvey had for the night. He watched them carefully, ready to jump in if he was needed. 90s Kid looked like he was shoving down a whole lot of panic, and the second Harvey could, he ended his set.
“Castilla’s not going to like you trying to sway me to your side,” 90s Kid said flatly to Burnett, and Harvey had to admire how steady the kid’s voice was.
Burnett smirked. “Castilla’s not a problem,”
“No, probably not,” Harvey said, coming up behind Burnett, holding his freshly lit cigarette in his fingers. “But I am,”
Burnett nodded in greeting. “Finevoice. What problem could you possibly pose for me? You’ve been retired for years,”
Now it was Harvey turn to smirk, and he took his cellphone out of his pocket. Burnett had no idea who he was messing with. “Maybe I have been, but I have Falconetti on Speed Dial still. I’m sure he would be happy to do me a favor, once I explained that you were harassing my friend and needed reminding how a real Boss acts,”
Burnett glared. “Falconetti’s gone soft, he doesn’t scare me,”
Harvey’s smirk sharpened and his finger hovered over the buttons of his phone.
“No? Then what about his wife?” Harvey said innocently. “Because I don’t think Angie Falconetti would take too kindly to being woken up so late at night. And I hope the phone ringing wouldn’t wake up their new baby, that would really end badly for you,”
Burnett paled, and 90s Kid looked between the two of them curiously.
“So what’s going to happen is you’re going to leave my friend and I alone, you’re going to tell Castilla that 90s Kid is off limits, and I won’t sic Angie Falconetti on you. Deal?” Harvey asked, raising an eyebrow in question.
“Deal,” Burnett hissed, and left.
“You okay?” Harvey asked.
90s Kid grinned. “Never better, dude. You’re totally badass, did you know that?”
Harvey felt a little embarrassed at the compliment, but he couldn’t help but smile.
“Let’s go home, Kid,” Harvey said. “We’ll play some video games,”
Author: achika_chan
Pairing: some Harvey Finevoice/90s Kid
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Harvey gets followed home by a kid on the run from the mob and decides to help.
The Laundromat over on Third wasn’t exactly a place that Harvey usually hung out in, but there had been a fight at the Palace, and Harvey’s shirt was covered in booze, blood, and other unmentionable substances. Harvey didn’t want to go home like that, didn’t want Linkara to see and get worried, so the Laundromat it was.
Harvey stripped off his jacket - which would probably need dry-cleaned - and tie and set them on the table. He took his button down off and tossed it into one of the washers. Standing in the middle of a Laundromat in his undershirt in the pre-dawn morning wasn’t exactly the classiest moment of Harvey Finevoice’s life.
Luckily the place was almost deserted. There was just him, the guy working the counter who appeared to be asleep, and a teenager in sunglasses and an obnoxiously orange backwards baseball cap.
Harvey put his jacket back on. The Laundromat was chilly and it would hide Harvey’s shoulder holster. Plus it had his cigarettes in the pocket.
About halfway into the wash cycle, the teenager came over to Harvey.
“Dude, do you have change for a dollar? The machines won’t take it and I am totally craving some potato chips from the vending machine,”
Harvey handed over some quarters. “Knock yourself out, kid,”
“Thanks, dude,” the teen said. “Radical gun, by the way. A Browning Hi-Power, right?”
Harvey hadn’t thought that the kid had been paying attention, but apparently he was more observant than he looked.
“You can’t go wrong with a classic,” Harvey said with a shrug, not one to be thrown off his game by something unexpected. “How’d you figure?”
“You just seem like a Browning Hi-Power kind of guy, and I know a thing or two about guns,” the kid said, grinning a little to himself, like he knew something Harvey didn’t, and Harvey knew that grin.
“…You’re Vinnie’s kid,” Harvey said, surprised.
The kid straightened up, tense and defiant and clearly not expecting Harvey to make that connection. “Yeah, and?”
“No one’s heard from you since Vinnie died,” Harvey said.
Damn, Harvey thought, now that was unexpected. What the hell had Vinnie’s kid’s name been? Harvey couldn’t remember, but the kid had had a nickname, hadn’t he? 90s Kid, Harvey was pretty sure.
“Chya, and I plan on keeping it that way, dude,”
Harvey hadn’t known Vinnie well, Vinnie had kept mostly to himself before he had a heart attack and kicked the bucket. But he knew that Vinnie’s wife hadn’t been around, and that Vinnie had been the best gun guy in the business with no allegiance to any of the major players.
“Where have you been living the last two years?” Harvey asked.
90s Kid shrugged. “Around. Castilla and Burnett both offered to take me in, but they just wanted to know everything dad taught me, and like, no way was I going to let that happen,”
“…Smart move,” Harvey admitted. The bosses could be ruthless when they wanted something, and if they wanted 90s Kid’s expertise, it was for the best that he’d laid low.
90s Kid pulled a gun of his own - of course Vinnie’s kid would have a gun on him, had Harvey really thought otherwise? - and Harvey kept his hands up where 90s Kid could see them. He didn’t want the kid to spook and accidentally hurt someone. Harvey would rather not get shot if he could help it. The Laundromat attendant was still asleep, thankfully.
“Sorry, dude, you seem radical and all, but I really can’t risk them finding out about me,”
“I don’t blame you, kid. I wouldn’t want to mess with Castilla or Burnett, especially not if I was as young as you. But I don’t tell secrets,”
“...What’s your name?” 90s Kid asked.
“Harvey Finevoice,” Harvey said.
“You were one of Falconetti’s men, before he retired with his babe. I remember you,” 90s Kid said, lowering his gun slightly but not putting it away.
“I was. I left the game when he did. I’m just a singer nowadays,” Harvey said.
“Dad…Dad always liked Falconetti. Said he was a truly righteous guy for the line of business he was in,” 90s Kid said, swallowing heavily. “Real observant too, an awesome judge of character,”
Harvey carefully took out a cigarette and lit it, telegraphing his moves. He shrugged.
“Might have been,” He said, taking in the cigarette smoke.
90s Kid holstered his gun. “You never saw me,” he warned.
Harvey smirked. “Saw who? Everyone knows Vinnie’s kid is long gone or dead,”
90s Kid nodded firmly, and gathered up his laundry quickly.
“I sing at the Palace most nights,” Harvey said. “Just so you know,”
90s Kid disappeared out the door and into the street crowd, and Harvey shook his head. He seemed like he was a good kid, it was shame he had to hide.
A few days later, Harvey had almost pushed the encounter to the back of his mind. At least, he had until he came back home to find Linkara waiting up for him, arms crossed and expression annoyed.
“You have a guest,” Linkara said flatly.
Harvey raised an eyebrow. He didn’t usually let people know where he lived. It was easier that way, and there were still enough people out there that he’d pissed off along the way that it was better for everyone if he kept his mouth shut. He didn’t want to bring any of that down on Linkara’s head.
“He broke in,” Linkara said, clearly not amused. Now Harvey was really curious.
“DUUUUDE, your stockpile is totally radical!” came a yell from the other room, and Linkara paled.
“Don’t touch anything!” he yelled back.
“Don’t worry, he knows what he’s -“ Harvey started to reassure him, but the sound of a small explosion cut him off.
“Dude! That was hardcore!” 90s Kid said with a laugh.
Linkara gave Harvey a pained look.
“I’ll take care of it,” Harvey said. “Hey! Get out here and leave Linkara’s guns alone!”
There was a scrambling commotion from the other room, and suddenly 90s Kid was standing in front of him, grinning like a fool.
“Harvey, man, you didn’t say that your roommate had the most awesome collection of weapons in the history of everness!” 90s Kid said.
“I also didn’t tell you where I lived or that I even had a roommate. Funny how that works, isn’t it?” Harvey said dryly.
90s Kid rolled his eyes dismissively behind his sunglasses.
“Chya, whatever, it was way easy to track you down,”
“What do you want, Kid?” Harvey asked.
“I was kind of hoping to crash on your couch tonight? But, like, it’s cool if you say no, seeing those toys in there was so worth it,” 90s Kid said.
“The Arsenal of Freedom is not a toybox!” Linkara said, voice strangled.
“Linkara, this is 90s Kid. His dad was a weapons expert. 90s Kid, this is Linkara. He collects weapons,” Harvey said, figuring that they hadn’t been properly introduced yet. It was probably for the best that he glossed over the particulars.
90s Kid turned his enthusiasm and puppy dog eyes on Linkara.
“Your arsenal,” 90s Kid said in awe. “is so badass,”
“Thanks,” Linkara said tightly.
“I saw you had a -“ And that was where Harvey lost the thread of the conversation, because 90s Kid spouted off something that sounded very technical and over Harvey’s head. He knew just enough about guns to know how to load them, aim them, and shoot them. Linkara looked surprised that 90s Kid had recognized whatever weapon in the Arsenal he was talking about, and even more surprised when 90s Kid asked if he had considered upgrading it.
“I’ve thought about it, sure, but I have no idea how I’d go about doing it,” Linkara said.
90s Kid waved his hand dismissively. “Psh, it’s way easy. If I had a screwdriver, a nail file, and an hour I could do it for you,”
There was a moment of silence.
“…Would a Sonic be okay?” Linkara asked.
“Chya, If only! I’d, like, only need a half hour then,” 90s Kid said with a wide grin.
Linkara looked over at Harvey. “He can stay,”
Harvey couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “Anything to get bigger guns, right?”
Harvey’s sleep was oddly restless that night, and he found himself wandering into the kitchen. Maybe a snack or a drink or even just getting up and moving a bit would help him get back to sleep.
There was a light on in the kitchen, the dim one above the stove. Someone was in there but didn’t want to disturb anyone by turning on the actual kitchen lights.
90s Kid was sitting at the kitchen table, his gun laid out in front of him in parts. He looked up at Harvey’s approach.
“Trouble sleeping?” Harvey asked.
90s Kid shrugged and began reassembling the gun. “A little. This helps me relax, you know? It’s like…calming or whatever,”
Harvey sat at the opposite side of the table and watched 90s Kid assemble the gun and then take it apart again.
“You used to come by the store, running errands for Falconetti,” 90s Kid said, breaking the silence that had settled over them.
“A couple of times, yeah,” Harvey said. That had been back when Harvey was young and inexperienced, and he’d just been a runner for Falconetti. But Falconetti had had plenty of runners, and 90s Kid would have been very young.
“You, like, couldn’t have been any older than I am now. But you wore radical hats and never pretended not to see me like most of the other guys. And that’s how I knew I could trust you,”
Harvey had kind of been wondering that, but he hadn’t been going to ask. Better to let the kid tell it himself.
“Good to know my hats made an impression,” Harvey said, smiling a little to himself.
90s Kid stood and Harvey watched as he circled the table to come closer to Harvey. Harvey raised an eyebrow at him, but 90s Kid didn’t explain anything. It turned out that he didn’t have to, though, because the next moment 90s Kid had kissed Harvey. He was clearly inexperienced, and that made it easier for Harvey to pull away.
“You realize that there’s no conditions on you staying here, right?” Harvey asked.
90s Kid grinned. “Yeah. But I wanted to do that. I won’t do it again, if it bothered you,”
“…How old are you again?” Harvey asked.
“Eighteen, actually. That’s kind of why I tracked you down, dude. Burnett and Castilla can’t legally get to me anymore, no matter what crap they pull, so I figured I should, like, find someplace more permanent, you know? I thought you might be able to help,”
“Yeah, I think we can make that happen. Just ignore it when Linkara gets pissy, he’ll let you stay if you explain things. Especially if you keep upgrading the Arsenal,”
90s Kid’s grin was nearly blinding.
90s Kid seemed to thrive, living with them. If Harvey thought that 90s Kid had been open before, he hadn’t seen anything yet. 90s Kid was a bundle of constant chatter. He and Linkara bonded over video games and comics, though Linkara seemed almost constantly horrified by 90s Kid’s taste in entertainment, and 90s Kid was always trying to get Linkara to loosen up. Harvey approved of that, because Linkara had a tendency to get wound too tight.
Life was certainly more interesting with 90s Kid around, or at least there were more gunfire and explosions, which was probably saying something. 90s Kid worked his way through the Arsenal of Freedom, upgrading and repairing the things that he could. One day Linkara handed 90s Kid the gun he always kept on him and asked what he made of it.
90s Kid just tilted his head in confusion as he examined it, his eyebrows furrowed.
“…There’s no place to actually load the gun. The hammer moves but it doesn’t actually do anything. I have no idea what these designs in the metal mean but they look like they must mean something. And like, there’s no way to take the gun apart, either. Dude, are you sure this is, like, a real, functional gun?” 90s Kid asked, giving Linkara a puzzled look.
Linkara took the gun back and fired it. The house’s shields automatically kicked in and stopped any damage, but 90s Kid clearly saw the beam that left the gun.
“…Whoa. Guess I stand corrected. But I’ve never seen anything like that before in my life, man,” 90s Kid said, biting his lip.
Linkara smiled at 90s Kid and gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Thanks anyway,” Linkara said, giving the gun a thoughtful look before holstering it.
Harvey nearly ran into 90s Kid when he came home from the Palace one night. Linkara was on the couch writing a script for his show, and 90s Kid was running through the house trying to hold in his laughter. Harvey just barely managed to stop a probably painful collision by grabbing 90s Kids shoulder.
“What on earth’s gotten into you?” Harvey asked curiously.
90s Kid grinned, face flushed. “Ninja Style Dancer and I are practicing our stealth and evasiveness!”
“He means they’re playing tag,” Linkara said dryly from the couch. “Ninja Style Dancer is ‘it’ right now,”
90s Kid nodded, grin not fading. “He always wins, but I’m getting better!”
Harvey laughed. “Then you’d better shake a leg, kid, because the ninja’s gonna catch you if you don’t get a move on,”
90s Kid swooped in and gave Harvey a quick kiss before taking off at run.
“They do this a lot?” Harvey asked after a minute.
“All the time. 90s Kid is actually doing a lot better than he was when they started, he senses Ninja Style Dancer coming a lot quicker now,” Linkara said.
“Yeah, you wouldn’t know it to look at him, but he knows how to hide pretty well,” Harvey said fondly.
They didn’t normally let kids his age into the Palace, but 90s Kid had wanted to see Harvey’s show, so Harvey had a talk with Frankie the bouncer and got him in, and had Dominic promise not to serve 90s Kid anything stronger than a coke.
90s Kid loved it, Harvey could tell. He supposed that the Palace was like everything he hadn’t been around since before his dad had died. His dad hadn’t really been big into the whole scene, he’d preferred to keep to himself, but he’d been around it enough that 90s Kid had to remember what it was like. Harvey’s thoughts were cut short when he saw Burnett’s all too familiar form approaching 90s Kid. Luckily this was the last song Harvey had for the night. He watched them carefully, ready to jump in if he was needed. 90s Kid looked like he was shoving down a whole lot of panic, and the second Harvey could, he ended his set.
“Castilla’s not going to like you trying to sway me to your side,” 90s Kid said flatly to Burnett, and Harvey had to admire how steady the kid’s voice was.
Burnett smirked. “Castilla’s not a problem,”
“No, probably not,” Harvey said, coming up behind Burnett, holding his freshly lit cigarette in his fingers. “But I am,”
Burnett nodded in greeting. “Finevoice. What problem could you possibly pose for me? You’ve been retired for years,”
Now it was Harvey turn to smirk, and he took his cellphone out of his pocket. Burnett had no idea who he was messing with. “Maybe I have been, but I have Falconetti on Speed Dial still. I’m sure he would be happy to do me a favor, once I explained that you were harassing my friend and needed reminding how a real Boss acts,”
Burnett glared. “Falconetti’s gone soft, he doesn’t scare me,”
Harvey’s smirk sharpened and his finger hovered over the buttons of his phone.
“No? Then what about his wife?” Harvey said innocently. “Because I don’t think Angie Falconetti would take too kindly to being woken up so late at night. And I hope the phone ringing wouldn’t wake up their new baby, that would really end badly for you,”
Burnett paled, and 90s Kid looked between the two of them curiously.
“So what’s going to happen is you’re going to leave my friend and I alone, you’re going to tell Castilla that 90s Kid is off limits, and I won’t sic Angie Falconetti on you. Deal?” Harvey asked, raising an eyebrow in question.
“Deal,” Burnett hissed, and left.
“You okay?” Harvey asked.
90s Kid grinned. “Never better, dude. You’re totally badass, did you know that?”
Harvey felt a little embarrassed at the compliment, but he couldn’t help but smile.
“Let’s go home, Kid,” Harvey said. “We’ll play some video games,”