“The important thing is, a new friendship is blossoming.” (Bobby @ friendo)
“ is this friendship?!” Julio shrieks loudly beating a zombie with its own arm as it climbed their ice blockade. “ I don’t think this is healthy!! I think we need more boundaries and space!!!!! ”
An ice wall fell and more of the Undead began wandering in. The smell made him want to gag . He glares at Bobby. “ Dude!!! Build a fucking snowman already! Damn!!!”
Whomp!!
Too busy being mouthy he got beaned by one in the face. “ I told you!!! We need to see new people!” He shouted releasing a vibe blast centered on just his target- careful not to topple their defenses.
Bobby just lived his life throwing ice puns everywhere and being his own flavor of charismatic and thought he could get away as a victor. In essence Bobby was a DnD larper. Julio would never be able to look at him the same.
He’d have to apologize to Doug later for violating their Sacred campaign.
Taking another drink from his beer he reaches out and pats Bobby’s back. “ Listen. Man. I think where we went wrong was when we let you use your own DIce.”
He uses a well place vibe blast to push Bobby’s homemade d20 off the table and onto the floor. “ You can borrow one of my sets.”
“ I can make you your costume or we can have Tia Tabitha or Tia Jubilee make it for you. It’s up to you and if you can I would like to know in the next few hours so I can contact the Tia council.”
He explains drawing on his kids placemat, swapping crayons with Catarina as they wait for their order to come. Modeling appropriate behavior is good parenting anyone staring can fuck off.
They were on their weekly papa and mija breakfast. At first it had been really intense, Julio having lost both his mother and sister on their way to a dance recital. It had been a bitter sweet twist when Catarina found dancing and Alison quickly began scheduling dance tutoring.
“ I wonder what kind of dance you will be doing for this show? Your teacher said you can choose between starting to learn tap or ballet. ”
He smiles at her exchanging another crayon. “You could have pointy kicky feet OR metal shoes. I don’t know mija that’s a hard decision. What do you think of your choices? Do you want metal shoes like papa?”
Julio sends the text to Ryouta with a mischievous smirk.
[Text: Hey we should try this tonight link]
The link is innocent enough for one of their steamy nights and it’s coming from a site he’s sent Ryouta some eye catching content before.
So it isn’t unusual that he turns in his chair to watch Ryouta open the text. Being the very embodiment of the eyeball emoji as if he had just sent Ryouta a set position and not a rickroll meme.
“ whoa whoa whoa hey!!! Wait- what is your plan for getting down from there safely Jaser??” God why did Catarina somehow take all the common sense in the cloning process. Rubbing his forehead he stands at the bottom of the tree gazing up.
Julio leans in the door of the old gaming room. His eyes slowly traveling a crossed the items strewn about the living arrangements they’d gotten together for him.
It had been one hell of a night. Star had taken the first shift and he was on daylight duty. Not that he cares: run of the mill x men shit. This time it was just incredibly person.
The whirring of the pc is the only sound but he knows. OH HE KNOWS that the kid is awake. He’d be an idiot to assume he wasn’t.
“ g'morning mijo.” He greets the darkness ready to be stabbed at any moment.
How he loves his life.
“ come and get food in the big room with the ice box. I’ll be there with food.” Okay
Making his way back to the kitchen he finds himself in one piece and not injured in anyway.
That’s a win. Grabbing his coffee from the counter he takes a long drink and slouched at the table. Waiting at the two plates full of food for his son to emerge.
Only instead of being born from a womb he was being born from a gaming room.
Really that was so appropriate for him. Maybe he could get the kid to play skyrim with him later. He had a good sword arm as evidenced the night before.
Dang Cereal, I love that you love the difficult questions. Romantically? Asked about the Romantic form of Love?? I mean… he wouldn’t. It depends on the situation but there’s a high chance he’ll distract with sex, evade the question entirely or leave with a flourish.
There’s only one relationship that I currently have of his he won’t avoid it, I write it on discord & it’s one of my longest running ships with a Julio Rictor (@earthtrembled). But he wouldn’t avoid it only if it’s Julio talking to him.
He could also pretend he misunderstands what type of love someone’s talking about & talk about his sisters. His brothers’ can be complicated & Logan is a big pile of complications piled onto open wounds that came from a need for revenge that was built upon lies (lies neither of them spread mind you, so throw that into the pile labeled ‘blame Romulus’, those Ry tries to move past that currently)
His sisters would be the easiest for him, it comes easily after the help Laura gave him & the first true feeling of family after Logan died. Gabby was just quickly accepted without a thought after that. Because he likes that type of bond (or weakness if ya wanna pick apart how his mind works.)
Yeah this bitch got Julio to say Te amo like not in the cringe way either but in the actual way ( disclaimer there is no uncringe way to say te amo I know I know )
The weather was starting to match his mood: gloomy and brooding. If he was in a city environment and wearing darker clothing someone may have mistaken his sullen form for batman at this point.
Frowning sourly up at their newest abode he wrinkles his nose at her. “ yeah yeah I’m coming. I just gotta feel some shit out before I head inside.” He let’s out a dramatic and frustrated groan skyward “ cmon man! I just had my gaming set up how I wanted it!! Argh! This shit sucks!”
At least the cats were okay…….
“ I want my box of dirt back.. jack sparrow had a jar of dirt and I had a box of it. I’m a simple man! Really I am!”
