fandomtownies | Sparky Repairs, Monday

"So this is Sparky's?" Josh asks, poking a dingbot. THe dingbot poked back.

"D'ya have Scorpy? Can I meet 'im?" he said, excitedly.

"If Agatha hasn't used 'im for spare parts again, yeah."

"Awesome. Oh! What's this do? ....Coooool. And this? Hell yeah. What about...Uhhh..."

Josh totally didn't break something, really. Nor was he hiding it behind his back to check out later and try to make as good as new. Probably better. That was it. Better.

"Joooooosh?" Damn, John sounded like his mother like that.

WOrked, too.

"Whaaaaaaaaat?" Josh responded back, totally standing by that he didn't do anything to anything and anything he did do, he was going to fix, as soon as his dad wasn't paying attention and he could tinker with it.

"Is it a dingbot?"

"Is what a dingbot?" Josh asked, innocently, becuase he totally didn't have anything, remember?

This? Definately a moment when his mom's side was shining through.

"Josh? Dude. Son. Whatever'n the hell you are. If you pulled it from the right side of the shelf and broke it? FIx it. From the left side? Better find the portal now, because Agatha's gonna kill you, then she's gonna kill me." Goth crossed his arms.

"God, I'll fix it, I'll fix it," Josh rolled his eyes. "It isn't a dingbot, okay? Why don't you get your ~~Hello Kitty~~ panties out of a knot and just relax." Arming himself with some of the many tools at his disposal, Josh took a seat and started to work on the contraption he'd broken. "I got it."

"Jesus Christ, how'd I let you live this long? You're worse than I am." John stops. "Wow. That's how I act? No wonder you grow up to be a brat. It's hereditary."

~~And John wasn't wearing any panties. Or boxers. Rosette stole 'em after prom, and he hadn't found 'em yet.~~

"Can't talk," Josh waved a dismissive hand at his dad. "Working."

The tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth as he tinkered was a true testimony to his strong focus.

John goes back to internally flailing that nunsmex equals bratkid.

Rosette was probably a little too drunk for it to be afternoon, but she had to stop flailing around about the news (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/1606917.html) of Remington's impending arrival. Since she was already skipping out on confessionals, and she knew John was working today, because it was Monday, so she could totally just go over there, maybe help him put something together or convince Agatha to blow something up again and everything would be cool and peachy and great, right? RIGHT?

Right. "Hey," Rosette totally by-passed the kid fiddling around with stuff and went right for John, leaning on the counter and giving him a sloppy, whiskey-induced grin.

"Morning to you too, dear," John said when she came up for air. He held her so she wouldn't fall over. "We've got a visitor."

Rosette immediately flailed. "What? Already? The letter didn't say until the eighteenth! Oh, no. Ohno,ohno,ohno, this is horrible, John, what am I going to do, he can't come here! Not now! John!"

"Well, it's not like we can send 'im back. And it's freaky as hell. Kinda like him, though." John grins wickedly.

"Wait. Letter?"

"Uh, yeah, the one that came in today from the Order and Fath--" Rosette blinked at John. "...which you wouldn't know anything about because we just got it today, and what the heck are you talking about then?"

John got a particularly wicked grin on his face. One could almost say it was evil.

Oh, fuck it. It was.

"Ever think about getting married? Having kids? House with a white picket fence, all that?"

"What?" Rosette wibbled a little, flailing slightly because of course she had. She was a girl from the 1920s and every girl from the 1920s thought about that, but then she got stuck as a nun and all that sort of went right out the freakin' window and she kind of got used to the idea that it would never ever happen and why was John bringing this up now and holy crap, so not ready for this, way too drunk for this, and Remington, and oh my God....!

"Say, have a boy, who looks like me and acts like you? In the future? Which is the past?" He reaches his hand out to steady her.

Rosette was very grateful for the steadying hand, placing one of her own hands on her head, as it was swimming, either from potential future mapping or too much whiskey. "P...poor thing," she managed to put out, weakly. "Ends up getting its looks...from you?" She shook her head a bit in dismay. Such a waste of her own good genes...

"Hey! What's wrong with teh way I look?" John was indignant. He shows his displeasure by hugging her, kissing her on her forehead.

Rosette liked this kind of displeasure. She smiled at the kiss and reveled a little in the hug, which made her feel a lot less flaily. "Where should I start? The ears? The hair? The dopey grin?" Each of which was listed with a rather admiring tone.

"You know, if you weren't so cute, I'd be offended. As it is, I'm annoyed. Sweetie, why didn't you tell me we have children?"

Rosette blinked at him, the confusion creeping into her blue eyes. "Um, because...we don't?"

There was a pause. She knew she didn't have any children. It was impossible because she knew John to be the only person she'd ever been with in a ~~Biblical~~ way that would result in children. John, however... Her eyes narrowed. "Is there something you've been hiding from me, John?"

Like, y'know, a kid...?

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