Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20160328225407/@comment-5543592-20160406011834

That morning...

"Ew, dad!  I think Varg pooped himself."

"What gave you that idea?" Perdix asked absently, thumbing at the radio dial. All the music today was absolute shite. He still held to his theory that it had died in 1997.

"I stinks back here!" Kyrie sat on the left side of the car, in a booster seat, and Varg next to her in his bulked in baby carriage.

"It always stinks back there.  Remember the incident?" The incident was Varg vomiting up his breakfast of pureed baby food onto the seat. He didn't know how, but it had freaking absorbed into the polyester. It had taken him hours just to scrub the stain away and it still smelled funny.

"Of course I do?  Why do we even bring him?"

"Because he's a baby and would probably eat his own hands if I took my eyes off of him for five seconds."

Varg made a gurgling sound and spittle dribbled down his chin. Kyrie looked on in disgust.

"Well... he stinks really bad!"

"Ignore it, it's like a five minute drive."

"I can't ignore it!  I'm putting the window now."

"No, Kyrie, don't." His daughter, however, did not listen and was already rolling the window down.

Perdix used the driver control on her window to push it back up, but she didn't realise the button. The window began to twitch, moving up infranctionally, then down slightly.

"Kyrie, stop pressing down on the botton, I need to roll that window up."

"No, it's awful!"

"Kyrie, I'm not going to ask again, let go."

"No!"

"Kyrie-"  There was a sudden screetching noise and then a clunk sound, and the window ceased to move, frozen halfway up.

"Oh Jesus, Kyrie, now you broke it."

"I broke it?  You broke it!  I just wanted to roll the window down.  Now I'm stuck in the car with a stinky baby and my dad."

Perdix didn't understand how that made any sense. She would still be in the car anyway even if the window had gone down. "Don't talk back to me." He snapped, silencing her.

Kyrie did, however, wrinkle her noise and stick her tongue out at him, thinking he couldn't see her. He could, in the rearview mirror.

"I'm watching you, young lady." Perdix said in his sternest voice, causing Kyrie to color at being caught. She met his eyes in the mirror before quickly looking away.

They drove the rest of the way in silence, before Perdix finally pulled into the drop-off loop.

"Alright, have a good day at school."

"Ugh!" Was Kyrie's only response as she unbuckled herself, shoved the door open, and hopped out.

"Love you!" Perdix called after her, although the little girl was already making a break for the school building.

The afternoon...

Perdix glanced up from playing that brick-breaker game on his phone when Kyrie hopped into the Ford Fiesta

"Alright,"  Perdix began, as Kyrie hopped into the Ford Fiesta. "How as your day?"

"Fine." She said simply.

"Just fine?  Not good?  Great?" He asked as he pulled out of the loop, meandering around cars of parents still waiting for their children.

"Well, actually, Rebecca Jacobsen..." Perdix pretty much zoned out after that. Kindergarten gossip was not the juciest thing around.

His phone bleeped at his waist. He'd gotten a text of some sort, although Perdix never got any sort of important texts now adays. It was mainly just guys asking if he wanted to meet for beers or to try and mooch off of that new TV he'd gotten to watch sports games.

"...and the yogurt went everywhere..."

His phone bleeped again, and Perdix ignored it for a second time. He obviously couldn't check it while driving.

"... her shirt was ruined it was so funny..."

As they pulled up to a stop sign, his phone bleeped for a third time and Perdix checked it.

Gray Fox. It read. Just those two words, alone, made Perdix's blood run cold.

He texted back quickly.  How did you get this number?

Still looking at his phone, he pulled away from the stop sign, onto the road, glancing up periodically.

A second text bleeped onto the screen. ''We have ways. And an offer.''

"...but that's not it..."

Perdix furious texted back with one hand. I'm listening.

"...Riley Cogen stepped in..."

''The Twist. At midnight. Tomorrow.''

Perdix wanted to scoff. He was a suburdan dad. He had no business going to The Twist.

"...he walked right up to her, scooped the yogurt from her shirt into his hand..."

He glanced back at Kyrie and Varg. He loved his children. He loved Valkyrie. But staying at home as he was, day in, day out, was just...

Boring.

He was going insane.

He needed a little excitement. Besides, he wasn't going to take the job persay. He was just going to here the offer at a night club. He'd just be getting in touch with his old life.

I'll be there.

"Dad!"

Perdix's eyes darted up and he immediately swerved, expecting to be headed into a headone collission. He had been staring at the screen too long. No, instead, he had stopped the car completely, dead in the middle of the road. No one was in front of them or back.

"Are you okay?" Kyire asked.

"Perfect." He said, looking back to her with a genuine grin, before picking up speed again--exactly at the 25 mph speed limit, mind you--and returning home.