13515/Disorganized Chaos

Disorganized Chaos
Date of Scene:	06 December 2022
Location:	The Macleod Apartment
Synopsis:	Tommy Shepherd arrives on the scene of a breakfast massacre and eats oatmeal, hugs a unicorn, and makes a rabbit cry with new shoes. Bunny MacLeod does laundry and cooking and is a wuss about spicy foods
Cast of Characters:	Bunny Macleod, Tommy Shepherd

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Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Bunny had given Tommy and Gabby her apartment address in case one of them needed a quick moment to catch a breath. That may have been somewhat optimistic on her part.

    The apartment building is a worn-down brownstone that used to be an actual house, all five floors. Now all five floors are broken into apartments, with sewer and water being fed through old water closets, setting up kitchen and sewer stacks that surely were grandfathered in and not done against code (though they DEFINITELY aren't up to code).

    There was no exterior lock on the building, anyone could walk right in off the street. THe hallways were dark and smelled of musty wood and the occasional whiff of rubbing alcohol or bleach.
    The apartment door wasn't marked with their household name. It was marked 'MACLEOD MESSENGER SERVICE HEADQUARTERS'. And it was NOISY.

    "GIMMIE MY WIFFLE BAT!"

    "THIS IS MY WIFFLE BAT GET YOUR OWN!"

    "STOP WAVING THE WIFFLE BATS IN THE HOUSE OR YOU'RE GONNA GET A WHIFFLE BUTT!"

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    The nature of Tommy's brain is that he has to be careful about things he memorizes. Because it either gets stored in long-term memory that plays on a loop in his head (you'd be surprised how much thought repetition happens when you think a mile a minute) or he immediately forgets it. That is why he is so attached to his phone; it's where he stores a lot of important information.

    For as untrusting as Tommy is, he sure does rely on the cloud to keep his data safe a lot.

    So it's his phone that he consults as he stands in front of the apartment building, thumb hovering over the screen. Yep, this is the right place. He adjusts the reusable bag on his shoulder that he got from the organic market down the street from his new place, because he lives in the most hipster-y corner of Brooklyn now and he's gotta play the part. Then up the front steps and into the brownstone he goes.

    It's a leisurely pace that takes him up to the door for Macleod Messenger Service Headquarters, which is to say to an outside perspective (AKA the old lady he passes by on the stairs) he's jogging. Leisurely!

    His knuckles tap out a rapidfire beat on the door and then he shoves his phone into his back pocket. The yelling makes him snort a little bit, and reminds him of Billy's younger brothers.

    Which maybe includes himself? They haven't figured out who was born first, yet.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Someone opens the door. She looks a fair lot like Bunny, except maybe a year or two older with long, white-blonde hair and brown eyes. She blinks a moment at Tommy.

    "Oh. Ah. We didn't order anything?" she offers. She's wearing a Macleod Messenger Service T-shirt in gray.

    Behind her there is a breakfast bar that doubles as an IT and logistics station. SOmeone who bears more than a passing resemblence to Bunny is sitting on a backless stool planning out routes for the next day. He might recognize Benny and Barry who are hitting each other with a whiffle bat and a whiffle golf club behind their older brother. A woman that looks a little older than the girl who answered the door is on a cellphone while hopping into a pair of high heels, attempting to smooth over a shipping deal that went awry on the day that something happened on a delivery to Gotham City.

    He would definitely recognize Beth-Anne, who was not dressed but in a pair of pajama pants and a tank top that identified her as THE PRINCESS is yelling at her brothers that they're going to stress her out.

    And in the tiny postage-stamp of a kitchen that was not taken up by Macleod Messenger Service logistics and IT, covered in sporting equipment, lunchboxes, messenger bags and tagged deliveries for the next day, the pink-haired sibling was wearing a backwards ballcap, A unicorn kigurumi with its arms wrapped around her waist and a sparkly bright blue T-shirt that says "RAINBOWS MOTHEREFFERS DO YOU TASTE THEM?!"

    She's wearing roller skates, cycling through fried eggs, oatmeal bowls, and slices of apple as she plates up dinner/lunch/breakfast for the assorted siblings.

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    A quick speed-glance allows Tommy to take in what he can see of the apartment in a fraction of a second. Huh. Bad timing on his part, he figures, but there's nothing to be done for it now that he's already here.

    Maybe he should have texted. He's only just realizing now that he totally did not text beforehand. Welp.

    "Huh, that so?" He makes a show of checking inside his bag. "Because I have a delivery for a Bunny Macleod, here?"

    He gives a quick shake of his head, after, and flashes a crooked smile. "Nah I'm just kidding. I'm a friend of Bunny's, just here to drop something off I owe her. Should I come back later, maybe?"

    He pops the ever-present baseball cap off his head (Biloxi Shuckers... yep, it's an oyster) for a moment to sweep a hand through his hair.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "... BerNICE has no FRI-- I RECOGNIZE YOU!" Beth-Anne shrieks out! "HE WOULDN'T LET ME PET THE COWS! DADDDEEEEEEE!"

    "TOMMY!" Bunny calls out, poking her head around the corner of a cabinet. "C'mon in. Meet the family. You know Beth-Anne, and you remember Barry and Benny, right?" she motions towards the two who are doing their best to murder each other with wiffle sporting items. "That's Trixie who opened the door."

    "Hey." Trixie gives an awkward smile. "Sorry about that, yeah, come in. If there's space." she motions him in.

    "That's my older brother Bobby" -- Bobby gives a wave, not looking up from his computer as he gives a soft sound of defeat "Bunny, you're going to have to handle the entire east island tomorrow, again. There's no way we're all gonna get it done." he explains.

    "And the one on the phone's Betty, she's the oldest, she's Veep Customer Services."

    And then out of one of the three doors in the apartment that don't look like they're closets comes a sharp dressed blond man in a very clearly well-cared for but slightly older Verace suit.

    "All right, I'm off to the bank and --" he pauses. He looks at Tommy.

    "... which one are you? You're not one of mine, are you? ... one two three four--"

    "Bastian's not here, Dad." Bobby states, "probably locked up again. Friggin' junkie."

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    That particular statement -- okay, everything Beth-Anne says -- gets a raised brow from Tommy. He makes a conscious choice not to engage, and instead nods when he hears Bunny. As soon as Trixie has stepped aside, in Tommy comes, and he immediately shuffles to the side to clear the walkway.

    Standard behavior for anyone who does deliveries (or, you know, lives in New York City).

    "Sup," is the greeting he offers after the introductions, though he gives a couple of nods here and there. He's still silent when Bunny's dad appears, and both his eyebrows go up.

    Eventually (from Tommy's perspective) he shakes his head. "I'm a friend of Bunny's," he repeats. "We run in the same circles. I do food deliveries." Amongst many other things, but that's enough information being shared there.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Oh. Well. If you're ever looking to per-diem, let my head of HR know. Bye kids!" Robert Macleod Sr. states, and he shuffles his way past everyone, kissing just Beth-Anne on the head before he goes.

    Bunny calls out "But you forgot your--" SLAM.

    "... breakfast."

    She huffs, and then while wearing the skates that enable her to be (just barely) taller than her younger sister, she slings out oatmeal and apple slices to the littles, bacon and eggs to the bigs, and a slimfast shake (accompanied by a worried expression) to Betty, who is currently yelling in broken Spanish that she is *AWARE* of the rhinocerous on tiktok.

    He was apparently part of the REASON their delivery was late because they had to wait on medics to release the currier.

    Trixie, who looks tired, gives a wave. "I'm the head of HR. Technically, I'm the only one who files paperwork to the state." she re-introduces herself, accepting a plate of bacon and eggs with half an English muffin.

    Bunny gives an embarrassed smile over to Tommy.

    "Sorry, things are kinda chaotic at the moment before everyone goes off to school -- want an oatmeal?"

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    "Sure," Tommy says, with the absolute surety that he will never do so. He's self-employed for many reasons, and chafing under the control of Bunny's father will certainly not turn out well for anyone involved.

    He nods again to Trixie, and affords her a softer expression, already more at ease now that Bunny's dad is gone. "Most people don't have a good head for paperwork, me included," he tells her, and then he ducks and weaves his way past, over towards Bunny.

    He speaks even more broken Spanish than Betty apparently does (in the sense that he can say please, thank you, and that he doesn't speak Spanish... as well as asking for the location of the nearest library, of course) so he only spares a glance that way before nodding. "Sure. You know I'm never gonna say no to food."

    If it ever happens, then that isn't Tommy.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Tommy gets a bowl of oatmeal. It has apple slices forming a smile, and a pair of chocolate chips that are steadily melting into the hot porridge for eyes. The bowl is bright green. The spoon is plastic and bright pink out of a second-hand picnic set.

    "Beth-Anne, get dressed, you're going to school."

    "You're not in charge of me!" Beth-Anne stomps.

    "I'll tell dad you don't want that necklace for Christmas." Trixie states, not looking up from her Macleod Messenger Service branded phone.

    Beth-anne stomps, and then goes back to the other door that doesn't look like a closet. Tommy can probably see that thickly stacked bunk beds. It looks like a military barracks.

    "So, you do deliveries for the grocer over in the nicer part of Brooklyn?" Bobby asks, motioning towards the tote bag. "Nice to know Bunny's not making friends with the competition at least."

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    Hell yeah, oatmeal. There aren't too many foods that Tommy dislikes, and oatmeal is pretty decent on the calories (as in, plenty of them for him to burn!) so he's already pleased. The smiley face just makes it better, and he laughs quietly down at the bowl before finding a good lean-spot to stand and eat.

    Bachelor life, yo. He does this all the time, usually over the sink.

    "Yeah. Pretty much any grocery store or restaurant that does deliveries." He allows for the implication there to be 'in the nicer part of Brooklyn' but it's really, you know... basically most of NYC. Which means the only thing that stops him from making more money is that Tommy usually has to wait for food to be cooked or shopping lists to be shopped before he can deliver them.

    "Tommy also does not let it on that he certainly is competition, and unfair competition at that. Though he does shoot a quick look over at Bunny.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Bunny is currently washing the dishes. She noticably also is lacking either a scrambled egg plate or an oatmeal bowl, but while everyone else was eating (or in Beth-Anne's case, huffily getting dressed), she cleans up the best she can, scrubs her face at the kitchen sink as Benny ducks into the third not-a-closet door, which ends up being a TINY bathroom for nine people to share, and she breathes out.

    "Ah, it's laundry day. If you don't mind hangin' at the laundromat, I can hang out today. I obviously can run deliveries as *half* a unicorn." she states, turning and showing off the tail of the kigurumi.

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    If Tommy eats even faster than normal, well, he knows how to conceal it. But it means that he's at Bunny's side a moment later, bag sat on the counter and empty bowl in the sink so that he can help out. "Mind if I dry?" he asks, and then he does a great job of pretending to enjoy doing the dishes.

    It's a lie. There isn't a single household chore that Tommy enjoys doing even a little bit, though in about two weeks when he's finally saved up for a fancy vaccuum he's going to have a real life-changing moment using it on his rugs.

    "I don't have anything on my schedule," which is again why he works for himself now, "So I'm down." Then he snorts at Bunny's costume. "Not the weirdest thing I've seen someone running packages in," he admits.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Not the weirdest thing I've run packages in." Bunny replies with a grin.

    She's in skates, doing the dishes to feel just a little bit taller. They add two and a half inches to her height. Still very short compared to TOmmy.

    Beth-Anne comes out in a private school uniform. So do the younger boys, and they grab up their lunch bags (marked with their names, on MACLEOD MESSENGER SERVICE branded bags, and are shuffled out the apartment, which affords some breathing room. Betty grabs a more reasonable lunch bag and heads out for a terribly important meeting which seems to determine if the rest of the family has to have oatmeal for dinner tonight.

    Bobby plans the routes for the afternoon, will will consist of himself and Betty. Bunny is marked as 'OFF' on the screen reflecting in the window, and Trixie (who is actually Beatrix) as 'phones'.

    "It's good that you're the competition. We don't have the money to hire on additional in spite of what the man thinks. He's an idiot." he mutters.

    "Bobby, be nice. He works hard."

    "He forgot my birthday."

    "He forgets everyone's birthdays. None of us get presents except Benny, Barry and BethAnne."

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    It's no secret that Tommy has a mouth on him. He's gained some sense of decorum (or maybe it's just a sense of self-preservation) since he was a kid, and he tries not to just spit out whatever comes to mind.

    The problem is, though, that his face is still really expressive. And right now it's clear that he's bothered by what he's hearing, but then the birthday thing pisses him right the fuck off.

    "My parents used to do the same thing, and then when they realized they'd missed it, all they would do is yell at each other." He keeps his eyes down, focused on the bowl he's drying. "It sucks."

    He sets the dishes down in nice, orderly stacks on the counter, as he doesn't know where things go. Now that he has his own place, he has a real appreciation for putting things where they go, after all. And then he steps back, out of the way.

    "Jokes on them, though, I always wanted to forget my birthdays anyway."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "He usually at least says 'happy birthday'. I share a birthday with my mom, so I kinda get overlooked." BUnny explains quietly, and she gives a shrug.

    "He also thinks she hangs out with mutants at night." Trixie explains, reaching over Bunny for a dishcloth to wipe down the counters. "Runs amok with day-glo like some kind of eighties Malibu roller derby demon, hanging out with kids who grow fur on their teeth and glow-in-the-dawk!" she teases, clearly not seeing any harm in whoever BUnny hangs out with.

    "Nice to know she's got actual friends though. Betty was worried when she got pulled from school that she'd--"

    "No need to tell Johnny our business, Trix." Bobby interrupts.

    "It's Tommy." Bunny replies.

    "Whatever." Bobby follows, not really bothered by it as he sighs, and grabs his own bag.

    "I'll fold mine and dad's stuff. You take care of everyone else's clothes. And try not to mix yours with Dad's. His undershirts are still pink."

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    Piece said, Tommy decides it's better not to throw any further wrenches into what is clearly already a tenuous home situation. So he just takes another casual lean like he did when he was scarfing oatmeal and waits for Bunny to wrap things up on her end.

    Okay all of that was a lie. Well, not the leaning thing, he's doing that. And not the deciding not to say anything, it's really just that he stews there for a while with his superspeed perception and eventually can't contain himself any longer.

    He's going to say something. Yep. He opens his mouth, already ready to start boisterously decrying Bunny being pulled from school and her father's objections to her friends... and then he deflates, all at once. He folds his arms over his chest and tucks his hands into his armpits and at the end of all that, he doesn't actually say anything at all.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Bunny winces, and she rubs the back of her head.

    "I'll. ah.. I'll get to it, Bobby." she states quietly, and then she takes a deep breath. She lets it out, and then she leans over to Tommy.

    "Can I just hang at your place as half a unicorn for a while?"

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    "I mean, if you wanna use my washer that's cool, but I don't have a dryer," Tommy points out, but he shrugs. "I don't care either way." Though he does care about not offending anyone, so he decided right then and there that it's time for him to head on out.

    So with a polite (believe it or not) "Scuse me," he does just that, making for the door.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Oh no I use the big washers at Chen's Laundry. I just wanna excuse not to fold." Bunny shrugs, and as Trixie starts talking to Betty, who's finishing up her daily prep, Bunny just... skates backwards, slowly, out the door.

    Bobby's already amscrayed for his route, and Bunny closes the door behind her.

    "I'd say that they're not usually like this... but it was a pretty good morning." she gives a slight grin, and begins treadding on her skates, her feet moving easily back and forth.

    

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    "I'd ask if you really take the stairs in skates but I've seen you skate along a lot of stuff, so, y'know," is what Tommy's saying as he normal-person-speed-walks down the stairs towards the ground floor. Okay, maybe he gains a few mph on the way down, but he has the decency to stand next to the front door of the apartment and wait. He looks up from his phone and flashes a smile before he offers a hand. "Want the express trip ride?"he asks.

    Though the street is a little too crowded for any of that, at least not right away, so they'll have to hoof it like regular folk for a bit. "I bought some falafel wraps from the organic market around the corner from my place, you wanna split 'em with me?" he asks as he digs through the bag hanging off his shoulder.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Well there was this one time I attempted to grind the railing with my skates -- but it's all old wood, you know? I ate the eighth step down. Broke one of my teeth. Ain't enough ketchup in Brooklyn to make that taste better, yaknow?" Bunny gives a grin up sat Tommy, and she does, indeed, go down the stairs in skates in a well-practiced manuver, coming to to a fancy flip at the end of the run, turning herself backwards to go out the door rear-first.

    "Well I mean if you're not feeling hungry already. I hear guys like you got the calorie burn to be jealous of. I only provide food. I AM THE CALORIE BUN!" she jokes, "but yeah I'll take half a' one."

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    Onto the street they go, and within a few steps Tommy has found the wraps and presses one into Bunny's hands. No halfsies. Fullsies. "It's real good. You gotta get there early 'cuz they sell out before lunch. Made this one dude mad when I snagged the last two before him."

    He unwraps his own and opens his mouth, clearly intending to take a monster bite, only to pause. "Wait!" he says, coming to a full stop as they cross the street.

    Thankfully there's no cars waiting on him.

    He reaches back into the bag and comes out with two packets, one that he gives to Bunny of course. "Spicy tahini," he says, before he rips his own packet open with his teeth and drizzles its contents on his wrap.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Bunny uses her skates to keep up with Tommy's speed-walking, humming a bit, drawing up the rest of the kigurumi and the hood of the one-piece pajama piece against the cool. She gives a grin as she accepts the falafel wrap, carefully balancing it with fingers wrapped with bandaids, and then she pauses, skating forward a foot or so in the street as Tommy asks to wait!

    LUCKILY there were no cars, because Bunny makes a *face*.

    "I... uh... I'm kinda a wuss about spicy things." she explains.

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    Tommy blinks once at Bunny, his eyes comically wide. "So what you're saying is..." and here he actually pauses, which for him is a rare thing. "I can have your spicy tahini?"

    His expression splits into a wide grin, and immediately he pours most of his own packet onto his wrap, which he devours at speed to avoid spicy tahini dripping down the side onto his fingers. For all his faults, he's a clean eater.

    And don't worry. Yes, he's moved out of the road now, back to walking on the sidewalk.

    Which soon enough takes them to Chen's Laundry. Tommy's done eating by then, of course, and he departs briefly to wash his hands, but it's probably no surprise that he's back at Bunny's side within seconds. "Limited time offer because my stomach is full and I'm in a good mood: what can I help with?"

    

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "You can have my share of the Spicy Stuff. Forever." Bunny replies with a grin as she hops up onto the sidewalk from the street, laundry basket in one hand as she eats the wrap with the other. Mmm. Chickpea croquettes.

    "Well, you can't make the laundry go faster, I don't think--" she scrunches her face up a moment as she opens the door to the laundromat, and digs out her card from the pocket of the unicorn kigurumi.

    "Hello Bunny!" states an old woman, her hair in curlers and wearing fluffy slippers. She doesn't look up from her newspaper.

    "Hello Mrs. Ramirez! This is Tommy, he's a friend of mine." she states as she walks to one of the washers.

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    "Sure can't," Tommy confirms, and then he reaches out to grab the door so that Bunny doesn't have to hold it open as she navigates her basket inside. He's on her heels a moment later, hands in his pockets, and Mrs. Ramirez gets a quick, "Yo," as he follows Bunny to her washer of choice.

    He swings his backpack off his shoulder and drops it onto the bench across from the row of washers, and pulls his water bottle from the side pocket for a few quick glugs. Then he's at Bunny's side, casually leaning against the adjacent washer. "I'm pro at folding things though."

    Which is him bluffing, really. He's no Marie Kondo. But he has been taking care of himself for a long time (and maybe pulled a tour of duty in the laundry room in juvie) so he can manage just fine, thank you very much.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    There was a mistake in the last pose, Bunny does not walk anywhere. She skates. It's like her roller skates are an extension of her, she appears to pretty much live on wheels.

    "Well then you'll just have to put up with being my company until the dryer gets done." Bunny gives a bright grin,a nd she begins to load the washer. It's clear that these aren't all her clothes, definitely a lot of them are Beth's, some are Ben's and Barry's, and a lot of them are her older siblings' clothing.

    "I skipped yesterday, so there's more than usual." she explains, giving a wry grin.

    "So... you're not... close with your family?"

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    Tommy looks perfectly comfortable with doing a lean there for however long it takes Bunny to load the washer. He's not the type to try and help without being asked, and his previous offer may-or-may-not have been accepted, so he's just going to play Wait and See on that one. For now, though, he thumbs through the notifications on his phone.

    "Nah," he says, with the kind of resigned acceptance of someone who has already given up on something. "Parents are shit. No extended family who wants anything to do with me." Though his weight shifts from one foot to the other, gaze flicking away. There's some sort of uncertainty in his posture. "Kind of have this whole separated-at-birth thing happening with a guy named Billy, but...."

    He never finishes the sentence. Instead he simply flips his phone around to show a selfie of himself and Billy, who are basically palette-swaps of one another. It's eerie.

    He looks genuinely happy in the photo, though. Tommy's actually smiling. Not smirking, smiling.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Can't even imagine. My family's... they're what I got, ya know? I try to take care of 'em best I can, but it's hard when you're... well. Tryin' to hide some stuff. My dad's not exactly gonna be crazy-happy when he finds out about me." she murmurs, and her wiggles her fingers to make that gasoline-swirl rainbow shimmer a moment, before she lets it fade.

    She looks at the picture of Billy and Tommy on the phone, and she looks surprised. "Holy crap! Lookit him! Yeah, yeah you definitely look like twins! And look at that smile! You gotta nice smile, Tommy... should smile more often!"

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    "Yeah, my dad flipped out when he found out about me," Tommy says, following it up with a sympathetic nod. The common plight of many teenagers, mutant or otherwise. "Same as when he caught me with my first boyfriend. Not sure if he hated the whole mutant thing or the bisexual thing more but they were both epic fucking meltdowns." He props his elbow up on the washer he's taken as his leaning post, and then rests his cheek in his hand.

    The comparison makes Tommy flip his phone back to face himself again, and it really is like staring into a mirror. Well, yes, he's in the picture himself, but something in Tommy's animal hindbrain can almost be convinced that it's also him standing next to... him. Just with his hair dyed (which he's done before) and wearing color contacts. "Huh?" He looks up sharply, and then he flushes as the compliment registers, briefly fumbling with his phone before he tucks it away. "Uhh, yeah, sure. Thanks."

    He steps away, towards the bench, dropping into a sit there instead. Mostly so that he can pull his backpack into his lap. "Anyway, I got something for you." The main bulk of his backpack proves to be a shoebox that he withdraws from it, the familiar Converse branding covering it.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "... my dad's had enough trouble. He doesn't need to deal with me being a--" Bunny begins, and she hard stops. She gives a small breath out, and she rubs the back of her head.

    "The whole messenger service doesn't work without him." she replies quietly, and she delivers a soft punch to his shoulder. "And I'm serious. You have a nice smile. Not like me, following the -- y'know -- eating the stairs thing." she gives a devious little grin, and then she blinks.

    "What, something for me? You don't need to get anything for me. I'm fiiiine!" she protests, though she is curiously looking at his backpack adn the resulting shoebox

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    There's no way Tommy's gonna miss the way Bunny can't quite spit out that word. "Mutant," he autofills for her, though he does have the decency to basically mouth it. No eavesdropping here. The punch to the shoulder is returned via a pat to Bunny's arm, because look, Tommy is capable of being sympathetic.

    "The only people who have perfectly straight teeth are rich assholes, and I wouldn't want to be friends with any of them." His nose wrinkles. He's just sitting there with the shoebox in his hands, so he hastily pushes it into Bunny's hands instead.

    They're her pink Chucks! Well, a new, clean pair of them.

    With the added detailing of delicate embroidery in a rainbow of colors not unlike the prismatic swirl Bunny can produce with her powers. There are flowers and musical notes and other cute things, though the standout is the bunny on the back heel of both shoes. A very anime-inspired bunny. Think Sailor Moon, sort of. "I run deliveries for a dry cleaners in Staten Island in-between class, and she does some really cool custom embroidery on the side, so she offered to jazz 'em up for me. Uh, for you. For me, for you. Anyway, figured I should replace 'em since it was my fault they got ruined in the first place."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "... yeah. And... you know, not exactly 'straight and narrow', he hates that I dye my hair even because it's 'weird liberal bullshit'." she whispers quietly, and she gives a soft snerk at the 'rich assholes comment, and then she has a Converse box in her hand!

    WHich she opens, and there's an audible gasp as she looks at the shoes.

    She picks one up, holding it in her hand as if it were made of delicate glass. She turns it this way and that, her mouth tries to work out words.

    Instead, her eyes tear up. She presses her lips together, and she actually begins crying, wiping her free hand across her cheek as she takes a shuddery breath, and she whispers out:

    "These... they're for me? Really? No take-backsies?"

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    Tommy starts off looking embarrassed, then he's concerned, and finally it ends on panicky. "No no no don't--why are you--don't cry!" He reaches out like he's going to maybe grab Bunny's arms (to do what, he has no idea) before he retreats backwards, deciding instead to sit on his hands.

    This outward show of emotion seems to freak Tommy right the fuck out. Clearly he's not used to it, at least when it's not yelling or anything. All he can do is sit there, paralyzed, his mouth running a mile a minute.

    "Yeah of course, whywouldItakethembackIdon'tevenlookgoodinpinkandalsothey'renotmysize."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    MEanwhile, Bunny usually wears her emotions on her sleeve. Or at least projects the Happy Hyper Pixie Mode.

    "They're beautiful!" she declares, holding them up a moment and turning them around, looking at the flowers and musical notes and stars and little bunnies with ears as long as their bodies on pink chucks. She runs her fingers over the colorful embroidery, brightly grinning (even with the broken tooth showing now) and she joins Tommy on the bench.

    "This is... this is the most thoughtful and wonderful gift *anyone* has ever given to me. It means a lot, Thank You Tommy!" she gives him a bright smile, but gives him also enough room to move away if she's too close.

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    Tommy manages to pull himself together with a deep breath. Funny how it's him who has to do that, even though Bunny was the one crying. He nods once Bunny announces that she thinks the shoes are beautiful, and he looks up, blowing out another exhale as she joins him on the bench. "Cool," he says, after.

    And then he slings an arm over Bunny's shoulders, pulling her in tight for a side-hug (of the non-Christian variety), turning to touch his cheek to the top of her head. "No problem. Wouldn't want you to go without something that matches your style when you aren't in skates."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Bunny had recognized her reaction caused an equal and opposite reaction with Tommy, and was giving him the room to make his escape if needed -- but he settles. She settles, and wipes at her face again, and then there's a hug incoming!

    She blushes. She turns bright red, which on her pale face is super obvious, but she smiles, and heedless of getting happy tears on Tommy's shirt, she goes to wrap his arm around him too.

    "When am I not in skates? I'm in skates right now. Otherwise I'm so short!!"

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    "Pfft, nothing wrong with being short. Puts you in perfect dick-punching range," Tommy says, with an added wistful sigh for effect. If only they could go around doing bodily harm to assholes who deserve it, but that wouldn't be very hero-like now would it?

    Not that he's any kind of hero!

    He rubs Bunny's back. "Besides, Gabby's short too. You're in good company. I'm the odd one out."

    He pulls away slightly, enough that there's some room between them now, but his arm remains over Bunny's shoulders. After a little bit longer he leans back against the wall, getting comfortable for the long wait between wash cycles.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Yeah, it does." Bunny replies, leaning into Tommy as he rubs her back.

    "It's all right. I'll forgive you for being tall, because I can't forgive you for your caloric intake requirements." she jokes softly, and looks down at the shoes in her lap.

    "... so preeettttyyyyy...."