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The JUICIEST!!

Mm, let's do something fun! How about a soda fountain? A new one just opened up, it's the old-fashioned American style, with checkerboard floors and red vinyl stools and everything, straight out of the movies!

that sounds gaudy and awful
let's do it

Gaudy and awful AND FUN!

I wish I had a poodle skirt. And you could wear tight jeans and a leather jacket! But maybe next time...

no reason we cant go shopping later
but yeah for now i'll meet you there
in one of my many leather jackets

Oooh, you're so coooooooooool!

Okay, I'll see you soon! Be there in about twenty minutes.

[And indeed, in about that time she'll be idling in front of the aforementioned soda fountain, tragically without a poodle skirt, but with her hair tied up in a ponytail and silk scarf as an obligatory nod to the tenor of the outing.]

[Sorry, no jeans, but Abbacchio is wearing leather pants, so. CLEARLY that must help or something. Honestly, he's not even wearing anything outside of his usual bullshit, leather jacket and all.

Despite his usual scowling, he does brighten up when he sees Reimi and motions her over before snagging her into a hug.]

Cute as always, sorellina.

[Oh, yeah, he's got that greaser chic, if the greasers also shopped at the Spicy Subject.

When he goes to hug her, she jumps easily into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and encouraging him to lift her off her feet, just from the height difference.]

Niichan! Aw, look at you, you look so good lately!

[And lift her off he does, laughing against her.]

It's that married life. Probably good for my skin or something.

[He gives her a gentle squeeze before setting her down so they can take a seat.]

Mmhmm! Giving you that healthy glow — you should do commercials!

[And in they trot, off to find two seats and a menu, though Reimi's already dead-set on a chocolate cherry milkshake and determined to get it.]

Sooo, do you have some juicy gossip too, or should I just go ahead?

Ha. I'd never have patience for that shit, but you're sweet.

[For Abbacchio's part, he gets a blackberry milkshake. Fuck yes.]

I don't really got much in the way of gossip, so you start.

Okay, well.

[She rests her elbows on the table, leaning forward onto her folded hands.]

I went to that date auction they had a few nights back and pretty much had to break up a fight between Mista and Rohan. They were bickering like actual cats and dogs — it was the triple moon, you know, and Mista was a dog and Rohan was a cat. It's a good thing I'm good with both, whew!

Ugh, of course they were. [He wonders if Rohan gets along with anyone other than Reimi, but then, he doesn't really want to ask. He's biased, and he can't help but despise the hell out of Rohan, so he's not going to make it weird for Reimi by going down that topic.]

I didn't go myself, I've been working on organizing for my business license and hopefully getting an office ready finally. For being a P.I.

Aw, taking one night off wouldn't have h— whaaaaaaaaaaaaat!

[And there it is, the moment when her brain catches up.]

Your business license! You're really going to get something set up, then? That's amazing, I'm so glad for you!

Thanks, sorellina.

Still kind of concerned I'm gonna fuck it up, but-- I figured that we can't bank on anything being forever. That I should try giving it a shot. I like figuring things out. Doesn't hurt that I'm not shit at it either.

I still wanna stay with you and the cafe, but I'm gonna have to cut my hours.

Aw, Niichan...

[The way she smiles turns a little melancholy at that, because of course she's sad at the prospect of having him around the cafe less. But it's the good kind of sad, like saying goodbye to your friends at the end of a school year — the sad that comes attached to endings and beginnings, wrapped up in waves of eagerness and pride.]

Am I hearing things? Is that my Leone Abbacchio deciding to take a chance on something he wants, come what may? You've come a long way from where you were when we first met, you know.

[She's not tearing up a little, YOU'RE tearing up a little!!]

You're going to do great, niichan. And any support I can give you, me or the cafe, you just ask and it's yours. Okay?

Hey.

[Reaching out, he takes one of her hands into his, giving it a gentle squeeze.]

I got a lot of people encouraging me and supporting me. That helped, a lot. Damn, if I keep this up, I might even be a functioning person. Crazy to consider.

But I mean it when I say you've been a big part of me getting my shit together. I got real lucky with you and Mohammed. Hoping I won't fuck this up horribly.

Hmm, a job and a husband...next on the list is a mortgage and some kids, I think!

[She laughs softly, glad for the feeling of his hand surrounding hers. Anchoring her.]

Listen...I'm going to tell you something, and I want you to listen close, because I really mean it, okay?

You pay attention too, Moody Blues! I want you to remember this, too.

I hate to say that we're definitely looking into a house at some point. Why get kids when we got chickens, though?

[There's a pause, and he nods, letting Moody Blues hop out in a fizzle of static. The Stand sits on the other side of Reimi, tilting his head curiously.]

Well, you got us both curious.

[She grins faintly, and with her other hand she reaches for Moody Blues, making a chain between the three of them.]

You're going to make it. And don't give me any of that, "well, maybe" or "only if I don't mess it up" or "I don't know".

You do know. And I know, too. You know you can do this. And you're going to be great.

[Moody Blues raises Reimi's hand, rubbing his cheek against her knuckles, humming a low ringing sound in affection. For Abbacchio's part, he squeezes her hand and clears his throat, like he's trying not to get too emotional and sort of fails.]

Thanks. I'll, uh-- I still... [He doesn't know, but.] I'll give it my all.

Good. Then you did your best. And if you did your best, then no matter what happens, there's nothing to be ashamed of, you know? You didn't hold anything back. I think that's the way to be sure you don't have any regrets — by giving it your everything.

[MOODY BLUUUUUUUUES HER FAVORITE BUDDY. She glances over at him, still smiling.]

Don't you let him forget, okay?

[There's a pause, and Moody Blues' appearance shifts to match Reimi's exact appearance at this present time. He plays back with a clear pause where he cuts the dialogue: Don't -- let him forget.]

Whatever. You needy baby.

[Moody-Reimi sticks out his tongue before shifting back to his usual appearance.]

...Thank you, sorellina.

I love you, Niichan.

[She raises up a little, pressing a noisy kiss against Moody Blues's cheek.]

And I love you, Moody Blues!

[She laughs, then settles back down into her seat, and gradually lets her mirth fade into a quieter warmth.]

I can count on you to help train the new staff, right? We'll make it work with your schedule, whatever you need.

[Moody Blues just squeaks in delight. For Abbacchio, he's reaching with his free hand to pull Reimi into another hug.

It's crazy to think how they met and how far they've come together. Honestly, he never envisioned the amount of happiness he has now. He still worries about how things will turn out, how he might fuck it up, but he's better off now than he'd been nearly a year ago.]

We love you too, Reimi. Always.

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