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Post by tshamien on Dec 21, 2011 8:57:48 GMT -5
Tristan heard the knock on the door and groaned from his seat on the couch. It wasn't like he could easily get up and answer the door. Truthfully he still felt like his shoulder was being pressed into his body with a very large brick and then being cut open very slowly. If he moved it, it was blinding pain.
"It's open!" He yelled and then winced. "Jesus..."
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Post by Macbeth on Dec 21, 2011 21:22:08 GMT -5
Macbeth managed to get the door open with her elbow and her foot. She was holding Jo in her arms. She walked through, kicked it shut, and stood there awkwardly for a second before plopping onto a chair across from Tristan. "Hey," she muttered.
"HI!" yelled Jo, waving.
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Post by tshamien on Dec 21, 2011 21:27:00 GMT -5
"Hey," he said. He was shocked that Macbeth was sitting in his living and that she'd brought Jo with her.
"And hi baby girl," he smiled at Jo despite the fact that he was in so much pain he wanted to pull his own arm off.
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Post by Macbeth on Dec 21, 2011 21:29:54 GMT -5
Macbeth stared at the floor and played with Jo's hair for what felt like approximately ten years. "How's your arm?" she finally asked.
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Post by tshamien on Dec 21, 2011 21:59:08 GMT -5
"Hurts like hell but it'll be alright," he attempted a shrug and then winced. He took a deep breath and then sighed. "You want something? A drink?"
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Post by Macbeth on Dec 21, 2011 22:20:35 GMT -5
Macbeth snorted. "Pretty sure I should be offering." So after a moment, she offered. "You want anything?" Jo, meanwhile, wriggled off her lap and toddled over to Tristan, reaching out to poke his nose.
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Post by tshamien on Dec 21, 2011 22:35:46 GMT -5
"Nah, everything tastes funny. They got me on laudanum," He said. He smiled at Jo and leaned forward a little and then pulled his face away so she couldn't actually grab his nose. He smiled again when she laugh. Tristan finally let her catch it. "Ah, my nose!"
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Post by Macbeth on Dec 21, 2011 22:43:03 GMT -5
"She's pretty damn violent," Beth agreed; she'd been on the receiving end of that nose grab many times. "Prob'ly your fault." She played with a loose thread on the arm of the couch. "Y'know, we've got an apartment now. Right by the bridge. Closer'n Duane Street."
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Post by tshamien on Dec 21, 2011 22:44:54 GMT -5
"Probably is, everyone knows I got a problem with violence," Tristan pulled his head back against and smirked at his daughter. "Yeah? So you'se ain't far now." He glanced at Macbeth.
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Post by Macbeth on Dec 21, 2011 22:53:23 GMT -5
Beaming, Jo climbed onto the couch beside him, attempting to cuddle.
"Don't kill your father, Jo," Macbeth said with a smirk--though up until a couple weeks ago, she would've encouraged it. Looking at Tristan, she decided she was much more interested in that thread on the arm of the couch, which she was steadily unraveling. "Anyway, you could, y'know...come visit her sometime." It was so damn hard to make that offer, but she managed it.
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Post by tshamien on Dec 21, 2011 22:56:31 GMT -5
"Be careful okay?" Tristan said to Jo and wrapped his good arm around her and carefully slid her onto his lap. He kissed the top of her head. "Yeah? You sure about that..." He smirked at Macbeth, knowing how hard it had to be for her to make that offer. "I won't abuse the privilege."
((God I love how he is with his kids. It kills me...and then he goes and kills people. LOVE HIM. WHY IS HE NOT REAL))
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Post by Macbeth on Dec 21, 2011 23:05:51 GMT -5
"Just pretend me and Risk ain't there," she suggested dryly, "and we'll prob'ly all survive the ordeal." She finally looked up to watch him cuddling with Jo. She didn't regret keeping her niece out of this household--she couldn't even imagine growing up with a dad who went around beating and killing people, good cause or not--but as far as visitation rights went, she supposed Tristan couldn't do much more damage to Jo than a couple of ex-gangsters who attracted trouble like magnets and couldn't even decide if they were dating or not.
((Hahaha! I know how you feel. I'd totally date a real-life Risk. Or Cav. Or...Goblin, actually, though I feel weird about crushing on my own characters. >_<))
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Post by tshamien on Dec 22, 2011 8:53:41 GMT -5
Tristan laughed, "I think I could managed that. You know you can bring her by here any time ya want. If you'se want a night out or something I'll watch her. I don't mind." He shrugged with only one shoulder.
His eyes squinted a bit and he took a deep breath. Sometimes the pain of his injurt shot through his arm suddenly. Tristan had always been good at masking pain.
"Jo need anything?" He asked Macbeth. Since he'd started working for his father again there was some money to go around and Tristan had no problem using it on his kids.
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Post by Macbeth on Dec 22, 2011 20:30:31 GMT -5
"She's fine. We're fine," Beth mumbled. She wouldn't hesitate to ask Tristan for money in an emergency, but other than that, she was raising this kid. Well...she and Risk, at the moment. That whole situation was still too confusing to contemplate. "So, anyway, we should be going..."
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Post by tshamien on Dec 22, 2011 20:56:56 GMT -5
"Yeah..." He said and licked his lips. He knew she wanted to get out of there as fast as possible and get Jo back to her house where she could keep control over her.
"Jo, gimme a kiss goodbye, right here," Tristan said and pointed at his cheek. He smiled at her. He didn't want her to go, but he'd be damned if he begged Beth to stay longer.
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