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Whoops, missed yesterday so there'll be a double post today.
Heroes of Olympus pre-story, Piper McLean and Leo Valdez. Sort of Leo->Piper.
They are very patriotic over Wilderness. I mean, let's hang up blue-and-red banners over any surface-and-turkeys-and-did-I-mention-blue-and-red? And of course they're kinda crazy about Thanksgiving. Me? I'd change all that turkey for some buenas quesadillas and guacamole, but who am I to say anything about free food?
That's what I thought.
Of course Piper isn't exactly all cheer during Thanksgiving (or, really, any cheer). The racist bullies at the school just looove to press the 'come-and-say-thank-you-to-us-Pocahontas', and the teachers care little or nothing about that. Besides, no word from her dad means she's all sad eyed and her already short fuse is like, TEN times shorter. So after just a little while - really, like five minutes, and it took me almost an hour to get her to come down - she says sorry and goes outside.
So there's just a thing to do.
"Delivery for Piper Longstocking!"
Piper blinks and then snorts as a tiny helicopter drops her a fork.
"Is this to stab them or me, Leo?"
"Only your food."
"Maybe you noticed it's not exactly vegetarian friendly."
"Which was why I got you the stuff that is." Sure, there's no tofurkey or anything like that, but there's mashed potatoes and macarroney and cheese and some jams and, in my humble and yet wise opinion, the best thing about the meal, pumpkin pie. "C'mon, dig in or I won't be responsible for the security of your pie."
Piper looks at her plate before she smiles at him, and it's one of those real ones that make her eyes shine and make her look beauty-queen pretty even with her chopped hair and her baggy clothes, one of those that make me think, sometimes, when I'm probably too wacked or something that I'd really like it if I could somehow make sure that she'd keep smiling like that.
(And that's crazy as well as creepy, because dude, no matter how pretty you think your be eff eff is, you just do stuff to see her happy because she's your be eff eff, man.)
"Thanks," Piper says. "I owe you one, Leo."
"I'll keep tabs." I say, and complain of foul move when she hits my shoulder, but we're both grinning and it wasn't that hard of a punch, so I really don't mind.
Heroes of Olympus pre-story, Piper McLean and Leo Valdez. Sort of Leo->Piper.
They are very patriotic over Wilderness. I mean, let's hang up blue-and-red banners over any surface-and-turkeys-and-did-I-mention-blue-and-red? And of course they're kinda crazy about Thanksgiving. Me? I'd change all that turkey for some buenas quesadillas and guacamole, but who am I to say anything about free food?
That's what I thought.
Of course Piper isn't exactly all cheer during Thanksgiving (or, really, any cheer). The racist bullies at the school just looove to press the 'come-and-say-thank-you-to-us-Pocahontas', and the teachers care little or nothing about that. Besides, no word from her dad means she's all sad eyed and her already short fuse is like, TEN times shorter. So after just a little while - really, like five minutes, and it took me almost an hour to get her to come down - she says sorry and goes outside.
So there's just a thing to do.
"Delivery for Piper Longstocking!"
Piper blinks and then snorts as a tiny helicopter drops her a fork.
"Is this to stab them or me, Leo?"
"Only your food."
"Maybe you noticed it's not exactly vegetarian friendly."
"Which was why I got you the stuff that is." Sure, there's no tofurkey or anything like that, but there's mashed potatoes and macarroney and cheese and some jams and, in my humble and yet wise opinion, the best thing about the meal, pumpkin pie. "C'mon, dig in or I won't be responsible for the security of your pie."
Piper looks at her plate before she smiles at him, and it's one of those real ones that make her eyes shine and make her look beauty-queen pretty even with her chopped hair and her baggy clothes, one of those that make me think, sometimes, when I'm probably too wacked or something that I'd really like it if I could somehow make sure that she'd keep smiling like that.
(And that's crazy as well as creepy, because dude, no matter how pretty you think your be eff eff is, you just do stuff to see her happy because she's your be eff eff, man.)
"Thanks," Piper says. "I owe you one, Leo."
"I'll keep tabs." I say, and complain of foul move when she hits my shoulder, but we're both grinning and it wasn't that hard of a punch, so I really don't mind.