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[takethat]

[Thanks to Larry not knowing how to operate a stepladder correctly, Phoenix is currently laid up in bed, blue cast on his right leg, and an endless stream of whining ever at the ready.

He's also incredibly bored. Painting and drawing got old long ago, and he can't seem to stay focused on anything he tries to read. Never mind that he could probably pretty easily get out of bed and actually do something despite his (not very severely) broken leg...

He whines, over-dramatic, into the journal.]

Don't trust Larry Butz, everybody... he'll just break your bones and make you miserable...

...on a related note, come and sign my cast.

[With a bit of apprehension, he adds a filter.]



Um... Trucy? ...mind keeping your uh... old man... company for a little while?

[Good lord but he feels ridiculous even asking this of a teenager he's only just recently met.]

Comments

[takethat]

At least... if this is a rock band, the guy was probably just arrested for drugs or something, right? I mean, nothing serious?

[magicalwright]

Smuggling and murder, Daddy.

[takethat]

...









I am a terrible father.

[magicalwright]

You're fine! Girls are supposed to swoon over gods of rock!

Besides, I never liked Daryan anyway!

[takethat]

"Gods of rock".... ...so which one do you like, then?

[Because by gosh he's going to TRY to understand.]

[magicalwright]

J-Just because I'm supposed to doesn't mean I do!

Mr. Gavin's really lovely though... He's like a prince.

[takethat]

Like a prince?? Oh boy. He sounds like a real... um... winner. For sure.

...have you got a picture of him or anything, here?

[magicalwright]

Why would I have a picture...? But he's blonde, wears a lot of purple and... oh! He looks just like his brother! Kristoph Gav--...in

[takethat]

I thought maybe a poster or something! Do kids still hang up posters of bands they like, in the future?

[Don't worry, Trucy. Kristoph's name flies right over Phoenix's head--he's not met the man yet.]

[magicalwright]

I wouldn't be carry--Oh! [ Quick as a flash, she pulls her magical panties from somewhere and starts rummaging. Several items get dropped onto the ground (including a rubber duck, a tyre and several fake flowers) until she triumphantly pulls a CD case from within. ]

I forgot I used this in my act! See, that's them, Daddy! [ She hands the CD over to him, still brandishing the underwear. ]

[takethat]

[He tentatively takes the CD, incredibly uncomfortable at touching anything that has just been in his daughter's underwear. Still, he examines the band members on the cover.]

So... which one's the one you like?

[magicalwright]

The blonde one! [ It's unworn, Phoenix! :| ]

[takethat]

[He has not been informed of this!]

O-oh... yes, I see... he has quite the eyes, doesn't he?

[magicalwright]

Yeah, he's really dreamy! [ Oh, the blushing of a girl who just realised she's rambling about her crush in front of her father. ]

[takethat]

[He laughs and hands the CD back to her.]

Alright, alright... at least you like the cute one. And the not murderer one. Far be it from me to come between a girl and her "god of rock," anyway.

[magicalwright]

No one likes the "murderer one"! He was horrible! [ CD back into panties! ]

He was a detective too!

[takethat]

...Detectives must've really gone downhill over the years.

[magicalwright]

Poor Ema, she's trying to keep up standards on her own!

[takethat]

Ema? ...you don't mean Ema Skye, do you?

[magicalwright]

Ah! You wouldn't know! She's a detective now! But she does forensics on the side.

You helped her on a case, didn't you? She was really surprised to find out you had a daughter!

[takethat]

Yeah... I helped her, a few years ago.

[And he's beaming now, proud of the girl he'd come to know as a friend.]

I'm so glad to hear she's successful...!

[magicalwright]

She seems a little bitter about being a detective, but she's pretty good! ... When she's not throwing snacks at Apollo.

[takethat]

[Bitter or not, he's pleased she's alright in the future.]

Throwing... snacks at him?

[magicalwright]

Snackoos. To the head. It's a little funny.

[takethat]

I don't even know this Apollo guy, but I'd still like to see that.