"Don't gotta worry about those jokes around them. They're just little idjits in the end." He said it fondly and got into his truck, waiting for Aleister to get in as well. Hadn't really occurred to him that Aleister would think he should be careful around the boys. He got it though. So, once he started the car, he actually kept talking. "Their father wouldn't like hearin' you talk that way, but their father would like the earful I'd give him even less, so who the hell cares?"
Certainly not him. He'd have some stern words for that fucker if he ever saw him again.
"I appreciate an open mind. What can I say? Us damn liberals, living in the city, romancing Satan. Not that I'm a liberal, mind. I'm more of an capitalist with lefter leanings." He voted left for the sake of his sanity but he was a business man so the less money the poor people had, the better. He was just rebelling from good old Christian values.
"Though probably best not to talk politics in Dakota." Michael offered a quick smile, just to make sure he hadn't offended. He was happy for this man to hate him personally, as long as he fixed his car. "Are you going to get your boy that pie?"
Bobby mentally counted what money he had and how much he had left for the month, then he nodded his head. "Yeah, I'll get it. He's been a goodun, really. Even told me he'd done his homework without blinkin', so he's gettin' better at lying."
Perhaps that wasn't the best thing to reward, but hey. Bobby saw it as an improvement. He was learning. "You can talk politics all live long day around me, if you fancy. Though I reckon you'd be better off not bringin' it up around folks in town. Ain't got their minds all that open, those idjits."
"It's normal. If you think their minds are closed, you should meet, well, most of my family." If one counted his potentially triple digit siblings into the mix. Not that he was going to tell Bobby about that. No, he wanted to at least seem slightly normal. "I'll save only my most provocative of moments for you, dear."
With an amused little smile, he checked his phone once more and then looked ahead of him. It was late, he was tired and he'd honestly sleep anywhere. He just really didn't want to. "Tomorrow, I'll borrow a car, if that's alright. I can leave a deposit. I just need it for five hours. I have a brother to wrangle. Hopefully he won't mind sleeping on the floor of my motel room." It seemed better than where he had been sleeping lately.
"He could sleep in one of the boys' rooms, if you'd rather. They don't mind bunkin'." He knew for a fact that they still did it plenty of times, whenever Sam had a nightmare or when Matty got worried. They all elected not to comment on it. Bobby knew those boys had a lot of trauma to deal with, he didn't think pointing it out would help anyone.
"I'd have offered you a place too, but--" He frowned, then glanced at Aleister. "Can't go makin' fancy folk sleep in my hovel. I know what I'm about."
"We'll see. He's more trouble than he's worth, I'm not sure I want to subject you to him. I'm going to collect him from a boarding school for troubled children that found him apparently too troubling. I wouldn't recommend him as a tenant." Though he did have a moment of pause and felt himself going to bat for Raphael. He wasn't all bad. Just mostly. Like 99% terrible. "He's not dangerous, he's just... weird."
What else did he say? He was a prankster, a thief, an arsonist and told lies all the time. "I suspect ADHD but our father believes that can be prayed away so we're in one hell of an annoying situation here."
"They are kids, ain't they? They ain't supposed to be angels." And his two? They definitely weren't. "We can give it a try. Maybe they'll get along. Not sure if that'd make it better or worse."
Matty and Sam each came with their own set of issues. Although, admittedly, Bobby seemed to have a much better time handling them than John ever did, going by what he'd told him. At least Sam had never tried to run away from him. "If prayin' did anythin', the world would be a different place. Not better though, lookin' at the idjits that do the most prayin'."
They had finally reached town and Bobby parked in front of the diner/motel, looking at Aleister and feeling decidedly awkward. "You should probably stop the... Y'know. The stuff. Some of the jokes. Don't want you gettin' into trouble around here."
"Oh, I can behave in the south. I practically had my formative years there. Beer, trucks and God, don't say the gay." Michael was not a stranger to playing these sort of games but he wished he didn't have to. That was the other perk of sitting living - lack of conservative values out in the open. He didn't need Christianity or the closet. "Don't worry about my pretty little self."
Then he smirked, leaning forward a little so he was in Bobby's personal space but not too forward. "I like that you're protective. All that and you fix cars too. Aren't you a regular hero?" He should probably stop hitting on this guy but it was so easy.
"Mind picking me up tomorrow morning so I can get the car from you? I'll only be five, maybe six hours."
Bobby held his place, steadfastly not moving away. He wasn't sure how else to deal with the flirting, freezing up and blushing was so not it, but at least he didn't seem skittish. He was hoping. "Ain't much of a hero."
Right now he felt like a coward. A coward who was potentially more gay than he'd have previously assumed. Definitely something to ponder later, not right now. "I'll pick you up. What time you gettin' up? I can get you after I drop the boys off at school."
"As early as you can, I want to ideally have some day left to work out where to stuff my brother." Michael watched bobby and then smiled. Even under all that facial hair, he could see it. That was not gay panic. Interesting. And the games began.
Michael got out of the car and retrieved his bag from the back, holding up a hand. "See you tomorrow. I'll be out here."
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Certainly not him. He'd have some stern words for that fucker if he ever saw him again.
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"Though probably best not to talk politics in Dakota." Michael offered a quick smile, just to make sure he hadn't offended. He was happy for this man to hate him personally, as long as he fixed his car. "Are you going to get your boy that pie?"
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Perhaps that wasn't the best thing to reward, but hey. Bobby saw it as an improvement. He was learning. "You can talk politics all live long day around me, if you fancy. Though I reckon you'd be better off not bringin' it up around folks in town. Ain't got their minds all that open, those idjits."
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With an amused little smile, he checked his phone once more and then looked ahead of him. It was late, he was tired and he'd honestly sleep anywhere. He just really didn't want to. "Tomorrow, I'll borrow a car, if that's alright. I can leave a deposit. I just need it for five hours. I have a brother to wrangle. Hopefully he won't mind sleeping on the floor of my motel room." It seemed better than where he had been sleeping lately.
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"I'd have offered you a place too, but--" He frowned, then glanced at Aleister. "Can't go makin' fancy folk sleep in my hovel. I know what I'm about."
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What else did he say? He was a prankster, a thief, an arsonist and told lies all the time. "I suspect ADHD but our father believes that can be prayed away so we're in one hell of an annoying situation here."
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Matty and Sam each came with their own set of issues. Although, admittedly, Bobby seemed to have a much better time handling them than John ever did, going by what he'd told him. At least Sam had never tried to run away from him. "If prayin' did anythin', the world would be a different place. Not better though, lookin' at the idjits that do the most prayin'."
They had finally reached town and Bobby parked in front of the diner/motel, looking at Aleister and feeling decidedly awkward. "You should probably stop the... Y'know. The stuff. Some of the jokes. Don't want you gettin' into trouble around here."
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Then he smirked, leaning forward a little so he was in Bobby's personal space but not too forward. "I like that you're protective. All that and you fix cars too. Aren't you a regular hero?" He should probably stop hitting on this guy but it was so easy.
"Mind picking me up tomorrow morning so I can get the car from you? I'll only be five, maybe six hours."
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Right now he felt like a coward. A coward who was potentially more gay than he'd have previously assumed. Definitely something to ponder later, not right now. "I'll pick you up. What time you gettin' up? I can get you after I drop the boys off at school."
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Michael got out of the car and retrieved his bag from the back, holding up a hand. "See you tomorrow. I'll be out here."