15893/Chillin' with Hellboy

Chillin' with Hellboy
Date of Scene:	20 September 2023
Location:	Fifth Floor: Crash Space
Synopsis:	Hellboy and Gabby hangout, read comics and pine for baked goods.
Cast of Characters:	Hellboy, Gabby Kinney

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Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy crashes at the Candle pretty often, mostly because his more official lair is a big pain in the butt to get to. He could probably get someone witchy to teleport him, but he feels like that's an imposition. Plus, he doesn't mind it here, even if the beds are a little bit small for him.

He's currently sitting up in one, his back against the headboard, reading a large book, an omnibus edition of old Peanuts strips. He thumbs through it casually, looking relatively cosy. He dug out an old record player and has a few blues records set aside for later.

He hears someone on the stairs, "Don't worry, I'm dressed," he says. You only make that mistake once.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"Well I should hope so! Put someone's eye out with that thing," comes Gabby's familiar voice as she takes the rest of the steps two at a time to reach the room. The record player had lured her up here out of curiosity though she took a wild guess who it may be based on what was playing. It wasn't 'unique' enough to be Michael, and blues didn't seem like Nettie's thing. As for others? She didn't really know their musical tastes well enough to hazard a guess.

"How's it going, Red?" Without really asking she plops herself down to sit on the edge of the bed to better talk. No sense in standing around. "Sorry I've been AWOL lately. Had some stuff to take care of that wasn't business related," she explains giving a somewhat tired smile. At least she looked good enough. Nothing missing limb-wise or eyes or fingers. And she was wearing cozy, 'Fall' clothes which meant the hoodie was back.

Hellboy has posed:
"And I have, but that's a very long story, but I can assure you, he deserved it."

"Hey, you're the cap'n, captain, you can set your own hours. You have the right to a life as much as anybody else. That's something I had to learn over time. I spent a long time thinking I just had to be a good soldier all the time and not taking care of me."

He holds up the book, "I used to read these in the paper back in the day, but it's cool having them all in one place like this. Some good memories here," he says. "How you doin'?"

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney doesn't respond to that question at first. Maybe she's still trying to figure out how exactly and why exactly he put someone's eye out with his... Yes, that might have locked up her brain for a few moments. That or something else had been bothering her.

A quick little shake of her head pulls her attention back to the here and now while she glances to the book of comics. "Yeah? I don't think I ever read a newspaper. Mostly online news, I guess." A wry grin is cracked as she can only shrug. She was from a different generation. "I'm doing okay. Visited my remaining sister from my clone batch. I worry about her a lot," comes her explanation. "She's not got the family healing thing."

Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy sticks out his tongue, "Yes, I'm aware, you are but a sprout and I am an old oak tree. Come and sit in the shade of my limbs."

"You should read these sometime. They're very cute and actually pretty wise, in a lot of ways. I think I learned a lot of early lessons in humanity from these, back before I got to spend much time with actual humans who weren't scientists or soldiers."

"It's good that you have some kind of family. I probably do, but they're all, y'know, demons."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney cracks a sideways grin at mention of being an old oak tree. Still he HAD said come rest under his limbs so she scoots her way up to sprawl out beside him leaning against his arm to glance at the cartoons as well. "I got lucky. Even if it's not really the traditional sort... I mean, it's something."

"I won't hold your relatives against you. There's always a black sheep. Just not always in the way people think," she puts forth jokingly with a breif glance up to him, and a grin.

Looking back to the comics she lets her gaze flit over the page curiously. "Yeah? ... I think I was just stubborn a lot. Learned things on the way from a lot of people. Some stayed around, some didn't."

"Guess that happens a lot though."

Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy nods, "I think I'm the black sheep in my family, but I'm a black sheep because I'm not a horrible evil bastard who wants to put an end to the world."

He lets his big hand ruffle Gabby's hair lightly and scoots a bit over to give her room as he shows her some of the comics, "You at least know who Charlie Brown is, right?"

"You, stubborn? Can't imagine it. Doesn't sound like you. I never heard anybody say that and I don't know anything about your public reputation. Surely you are known as a person who gives up easily and lets other people have their way all the time," he teases.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney lifts a hand to run over her mussed hair after the ruffle, and then lightly elbows his side. It probably felt like not much at all really. "Exactly! Pretty much just not following the same path as most of your family makes you that. Makes me that, too in a way, though at least mine are on the mostly good side."

"Except my uncle. My uncle is ..." Her lips purse together tightly. How to explain. "Feral." Yes that was it.

The remarks of being stubborn earn a little grunt from her of amusement. "Yep that's me, total pushover. Just a ..." Pausing she regards a spot on the ceiling. "I'm not sure where my line of thought was going but I thought 'cupcake' and realized that probably wasn't actually a term for that. I might just want a cupcake," she decides with a slow nod as if this is a realization of it's own.

"Yeah I've heard of Charlie Brown. Even watched the Christmas specials a couple times. They were big on trying to make me 'have a normal kids life' at the school I attended for awhile."

Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy smiles, "I mean, I'm with you. I definitely want a cupcake. Maybe one of those Hostess ones, with the little squiggle in the icing and the cream in the middle? Oh yeah."

He nods, "Yeah, I kinda got that treatment, too. Sure, you're in a militarized secret base and you're being sent on missions in the worst places in the world, but we're going to put a stocking up for you at Christmas and make sure you get a chance to listen to the radio. Well, use the internet probably nowadays. I should probably try that sometime."

"Here's to making our own decisions."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney grins softly at that. "Yeah. Fuck that. We'll do our own thing," she agrees leaning her head against his arm lightly. It only lasts a few moments before she reaches down to wriggle her phone out of her pocket and pull it up in front of her.

"Screw it. You know you can order groceries and snacks these days? What else you want, I'm getting some of those raspberry zinger things. With the little bits of coconut." Sure they were essentially jam covered twinkies but they were GOOD jam covered twinkies.