51st Resurrection

[sanctus_dei]

Why look! It's your friendly neighborhood Mr. Crawford who happens to be out washing his car today at 337 Brady Lane. Sure, it might be getting a bit chilly for that, but chores are chores, right?

He'll smile, wave and give a friendly greeting to all those who pass by! That is your first clue something is wrong. But if you turn and walk away, expect to be blasted with a sudden jet of water. One that's way too strong. It'll bruise, or knock you over, or slam you against a nearby tree or mailbox. That's a hose that's been backed with gravity magic. Ouch.

And somewhere under a dumpster an alleyway would be Theo tucked away in his pod, sleeping more peacefully than he has in ages.

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[callinblueskies.livejournal.com]

[Getting soaked with a hose into the mailbox in front of their house was not how Rin wanted to start his day.]

OI!! What the hell you stupid old man?!?! [Storming over, dripping wet.]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Especially not when that spray HURTS.]

[callinblueskies.livejournal.com]

[Rin's immediate insult to authority figures is to point out their age. Even if Theo was only four years older.]

I am NOT your son. [And bring it, he's got a mailbox door ready to throw back at you Theo.]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Better aim fast, because this water is gravity-propelled and meant to knock Rin off his feet, at the least.]

[callinblueskies.livejournal.com]

[He'll whip the mailbox door towards Theo's face but only shortly before the jet stream knocks him to the ground again.]

Wh-[Sputtering] What is your problem?! [He already took a shower this morning!]