cover your ears children

[censoredpilot.livejournal.com]

[The kitchen table has nearly been completely taken over with engine parts, with only a few newspapers to protect the table surface, there's already a bit of a mess with a blond man hunched over it smoking like a chimney. It's a  Cid however he looks a bit younger than most would be used to seeing, if they've seen one at all.]
Hey, Shera!
Where the fuck is that goddamn tea!?

Comments

[kidku.livejournal.com]

What're you saying?

What's... "fuck" and "goddamn" supposed to mean?

[censoredpilot.livejournal.com]

[jumps at that, getting a finger caught in something] ffffff... [bites down on the other hand to suppress the inevitable swearing fit, forcing a smile at the kid as soon as he thinks he can talk without cursing]
Those are, uhhh, bad words you shouldn't use 'em.

[kidku.livejournal.com]

Why? What's so bad about 'em?

[censoredpilot.livejournal.com]

Ya see, some words... uhh, offend people, I guess 'cause what they mean, I dunno, but uhh... alotta people tend to get their panties in a twist over 'em, 'specially when kids use them.

[not so worried about teaching kids to swear as much as knowing it can and probably will be traced back to him and someone will probably kill him for it]

[kidku.livejournal.com]

That's stupid. How come grownups get to use 'em?

[censoredpilot.livejournal.com]

Somethin' about maturity I s'pose, kinda like how you're not allowed booze or por- other stuff till you're old enough.

Some of the more sensitive ones get just as upset when adults use 'em though.

[kidku.livejournal.com]

Booze? What's booze?

[Curious kid is curious...]

[censoredpilot.livejournal.com]

Alcohol, stuff like beer, wine, and whiskey.

[kidku.livejournal.com]

Is that the stuff grownups drink to act all weird?

[censoredpilot.livejournal.com]

Pretty much.

[kidku.livejournal.com]

Oh. Why do they drink it?

[crossing his arms.]

Drinks aren't supposed to do that.

[censoredpilot.livejournal.com]

Some people like the taste, others like the effect.

Please excuse me while I flail with happiness =D and also go have lunch XD

[versus-hitomi.livejournal.com]

[Passing by the kitchen - yeah what you definetly look younger than the Cid she knows.]

You should be careful with the kids around.

I'll try not to fuck this up too badly

[censoredpilot.livejournal.com]

[y hello there, you have his attention -the Tifa he knows of being jailbait loli]
...what kids?[blank look]

*omnoms pasta* You'll be fine! =D

[versus-hitomi.livejournal.com]

The kids that're all running loose throughout this place. [Why so weird look?]

[censoredpilot.livejournal.com]

['cause them darn kids should know not to be messin' with his equipment]
I'm going to take a wild stab an' say 'm not at the castle any more.

[versus-hitomi.livejournal.com]

Give the man a cigar.

This place is called the dressing room. It's a nexus of many different universes, it brings people here but doesn't let them out.

[censoredpilot.livejournal.com]

[actually not that out there for the man working on universal travel. stroking his chin]
...
Fuck, guess I'm making my own tea.

[versus-hitomi.livejournal.com]

[Smiles.] I'll make it if you promise not to shoot your mouth off around the kids.

[censoredpilot.livejournal.com]

[takes more than six years to completely kick that habit]
I think I can manage that. [and not just saying that because his hands hands are utterly filthy from engine parts ]

[versus-hitomi.livejournal.com]

[Suuure he isn't. Goes to find a kettle.]

You're taking this better than most people do when they first get here.

[censoredpilot.livejournal.com]

[hey, he gets yelled at when he doesn't at least try to back home even if one or two kids did manage to pick up his entire vocabulary while he wasn't looking]
I've been working on universal transportation for years, the entire idea isn't too out there even if it does sound a little fuckin' bit far-fetched.
[completely missing the idea that he might be/should be missing someone or feel he needs to be finishing something back home]

Gotta go, back whenever I can D=

[versus-hitomi.livejournal.com]

[Does tea making things that the mun is too lazy to write about.]

Sounds interesting. And pretty similar to the Cid back where I came from.

[censoredpilot.livejournal.com]

I have to say you've got me at a disadvantage; seein' as you know my name and I don't know yours. [ttly smooth]

[versus-hitomi.livejournal.com]

[Yay tea is done, hands a cup to Cid.]

Oh? You don't have a Tifa in your universe?

[censoredpilot.livejournal.com]

[wipes his hands off on a particularly grubby looking towel before taking the tea]
Well shit, on my world you're about 10 or something. S'pose it's good to see she'll grow up nicely. [will be trying very hard not to think to much about it lest any thought he may or may not have been having become very creepy]

[versus-hitomi.livejournal.com]

Thanks. Although I suppose things could work out differently in your universe - I don't think the Cid I know ever worked in a castle.

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

She quit, remember? Time to get your own damn tea, Cid.

[censoredpilot.livejournal.com]

[b-b-but his hands are covered in engine grease... and would like to be knowing his slave girlfriend assistant quit]
What the fuck are you on about?

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

You don't remember? She threw the pot at your head and everything.

[he figures you're probably not his Cid, but that doesn't mean he has any reservations about picking on you, as you were his boss in his world.

[censoredpilot.livejournal.com]

[and the fact he's probably considerably younger did nothing to tip people off>]
You're definitely thinkin' of a different girl.

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

[guess who happens to know how you like your tea though]

Either way, she isn't here now.

[woodenswords.livejournal.com]

[whoa yelling man in the kitchen, he'll just be stopping in the doorway.]

[censoredpilot.livejournal.com]

[will just be over here fiddling with the engine cursing to himself]

[woodenswords.livejournal.com]

Isn't having machine parts in the kitchen just a little unsanitary?

[censoredpilot.livejournal.com]

Fuckin' hell, about damn time... fucking better have brought m- [looks up shhhiii... [grimace/poorly executed fake smile and somewhat obvious effort to curb his language]
I put down some newspaper, what more do you want?

[woodenswords.livejournal.com]

[hey he doesn't sound like a girl! he just leans against the doorway, arms crossed.]

Why couldn't you have worked somewhere else?

[censoredpilot.livejournal.com]

Letsee, garage; full of the finished product, no where to work on the fiddly bits -work bench; full of the fiddly bits I'm paid to work with -and when I started working I was working on my kitchen table. [ticks off the options on a black-smudged hand]

[woodenswords.livejournal.com]

Makes sense.

[well at least the guy knows he's not wherever he was before. pushes off the doorway, wandering over to the fridge.]

[hidesandseeks.livejournal.com]

Cid!

[there is a little girl attached to your leg. what do you do?]

[censoredpilot.livejournal.com]

Kairi!
[d'aw, he'll be wiping his hands off on a towel that was white in some alternate universe and picking you up to sit on his knee]

[hidesandseeks.livejournal.com]

[grins at him, holding on so she doesn't lose balance.]

I haven't seen you in a long time!

[censoredpilot.livejournal.com]

Well I'm really sorry about that, I've been pretty busy.
[Though of course for him that was probably something like last week. He'll just be getting rid of that cigarette now.]

[hidesandseeks.livejournal.com]

An' you weren't in th' dressin' room.

[hugs foreeever.]

[censoredpilot.livejournal.com]

[d'aww hugs back]
That too.