"I said one magazine and one candy-thing, Matty," Bobby called after the boy when he dashed off with a suspicious amount of enthusiasm. He looked at Sammy, who was in the shopping cart, looking at him with his big dark eyes and blowing a spit bubble. "What sweet do you want? I already got your bananas. I know not to forget those."
Tragic had been the day that they'd run out of bananas.
Bobby reached up to rub his face while pushing the shopping cart further a bit, which was when he bumped into someone. He quickly pulled the cart back and looked, apologising already. "Sorry, I wasn't lookin', sorry."
He was looking now and his eyes widened a little. That was a lot of make-up on a guy. "Wow."
"Not a problem." Huh. What a handsome fella. Talk about built. Wasn't he just the exact sort of farmhand he found himself daydreaming about yesterday? Raising an eyebrow at the wow, he smirked to himself and then leaned forward on the cart handles. "See something you like?"
"Booooobbbby. Sammy likes oreos so we should get oreos." Matty explained very wisely as he put them in the cart, turning to look at the guy Bobby hit. Why did he look like that? He squinted and frowned. "Is he a witch?"
No, he had no filter still, Matty just said it as he said it. Michael huffed an amused laugh. "If I was, I would use my powers to summon shopping, not go all the way here in person."
"What did I tell you, Matty? Don't talk about people in front of them. No such thing as witches." They called that something, didn't they? He'd seen it in movies and read about it. Gothic. Something like that. "Would be handy to have shoppin' magic though."
"Oreos, I want to have oreos," Sam requested, politely enough, since his brother had brought it up. It seemed a lot more interesting than whatever that witch argument was. "Do you have oreos?" He asked the person Bobby was talking to. He assumed that would be the only point to him.
"Sorry, man, they don't got no manners. I blame their dad."
"You hear that vague noise of childlike excitement that's deeply annoying us all?" Michael asked and yes, in the background, there was a sound of a child laughing and yelling loudly. And then suddenly, said child came running down the aisle and shot by Matty, almost hitting him. "That one is mine. So if you wish to talk about manners, you won't get shame here."
He took a deep inhale and raised his voice with about the same amount of shame Raphael had. "Oi! This isn't a monkey's tea party! Get your arse back here."
"Lucifer is gonna get me!" Raphael squealed with delight, hiding from his brother.
With a sigh, Michael looked at Sam and then back at Bobby. "Wanna trade?"
"I mean, apparently the devil's after him, so you can understand he's got problems." Lucifer? Bobby watched as someone that seemed about their age stalked up the the boy that was apparently with the gothic one, catching him around the middle and lifting him up. The tiny kid was happily screaming and Sam had gotten up, standing in the shopping cart as he looked around.
"Where's the monkey?!" And where would that monkey's tea party be? Sam felt that was worth investigating, so he wanted to get out of the cart now.
Lucifer stood with Raphael in his arms, looking from Bobby to Michael and grinning. "Am I interrupting? Didn't mean to mess with your game."
"Shut up, we're making friends with the locals. Sorry about him, he's the devil. Literally. Lucifer, say hello and be polite." Michael commanded as he watched Raphael squirm around in his brother's arms, all red faced and excited. "We're new in town, just finding our feet. We were the ones who moved in down Oak street."
He assumed Bobby would know what that meant because everyone else seemed to every time they had a conversation about it. Apparently it had been empty for quite some time, blah, blah, blah.
Matty climbed up the cart, very safely, and looked at his brother. "There's no monkey, he just talks all funny."
"There is no monkey?" Nothing could have disappointed Sammy more, his face showing the crushing sadness. He did, however, get distracted when he saw what Matty was holding, smiling again. "Oreos!" It was a good day after all.
"Right, yeah. I heard someone's in that old place now. Must need a lot of TLC, huh? Hope you're handy." Bobby considered the other's hands as he said that, noticing the black fingernails. Oh boy.
"Mikey's excellent with his hands," Lucifer boasted, trying to be a good wingman. And then getting Raphael by the ankles to hold him upside down. "Hold still, you little rascal!"
Bobby looked at the devil playing with the tiny kid and then back at Michael. "I'm just outside town. The junkyard, that's me."
"We're handling it." Mostly they were trying to fix it together when they vaguely knew what to do and any big problems, they sort of just left it and hoped for the best. "Luci, stop getting him all worked up. And find Gabriel, would you?" And get out of his space so he could work this guy better.
"Help me! Help me, Mikey!" Raphael flailed to his brother but he got no response from Michael, who was much more focused on Bobby.
"The one with all the cars, right? Do you repair cars or is it just a graveyard type situation?" They had a car but after driving all the way from Utah to here, it was a bit of a smoky nightmare ride.
"I repair cars, I repair and fix up anything, really, if I got my tools and enough time." It was the family business, after all. Bobby shrugged, not even realising that Lucifer had done Michael a favour by carrying Raphael off to show him the different cereals. Now Michael couldn't say that Lucifer never did anything for him.
"My car has started thunking and there's black smoke from the exhaust. I haven't got a lot of money but if you take a look and tell me how much it would be, I'll save up. It's likely the suspension." It was a very old car so it was not really built to be this hardy but he and Lucifer had split 250 each to get it.
"Bobby is really good with cars, he can fix anything." Matty added, ready to go to bat for his best and favourite uncle. "And he's real nice about it too. That's why he's a good one."
"Ah, I see." Michael smiled and then looked at Bobby, deeply amused. "You certainly do look like a good one." He eyed the man up and down. Nice.
"We all try to be gooduns around here, don't we?" Sam nodded in agreement with Bobby, giving a thumbs up. While holding the package of oreos close in his arms as if it was a teddy bear.
"You think you can bring the car around my place or should I come take a look there? Don't want it exploding around you." Which was not likely to happen, but hey. "Just don't go to Hank up the road. He's a hack."
"Good to know. Don't worry, I'll save myself for you." Michael drawled playfully and then pulled out his phone to quickly check his calendar. "Do you have time Friday? I can drive it around. I could bring it after three." He could just leave Raphael with Lucifer and Gabriel while he got the car sorted and flirted his ass off. Of course, it could end up in a gay bashing but that was a risk he was willing to take, honestly.
It wouldn't be his first or his last. Not since he changed himself up.
"I'll make sure someone else has the kid so there won't be an insane amount of noise while you assess the car. We're working on inside voices but failing miserably."
"I can tell." There was the sound of Raphael's laughter again. "Cute kid though." With those angelic curls. Bobby considered the curls he had to deal with a bit of a nightmare, honestly. Matty was easy, Matty liked it short. But Sam, who was usually well-behaved, threw an absolute fit whenever he tried to shave his hair so instead he had those thick curls that kept getting longer and took forever to wash, dry and untangle.
Maybe Michael had tips for that, he seemed good with haircare. "I'm in the shop all day Friday usually. You can come by any time. Don't worry about money, I'll just have a look so we'll know what we're dealin' with."
"Then it's a date." Michael agreed and have him a very manly thumbs up so he didn't overthink the way he responded. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have three brothers to round up before they cause too many problems."
Michael pushed his cart along towards where he could hear Lucifer, leaving Bobby behind hopefully confused but expectant. Just as he liked his men to be.
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Tragic had been the day that they'd run out of bananas.
Bobby reached up to rub his face while pushing the shopping cart further a bit, which was when he bumped into someone. He quickly pulled the cart back and looked, apologising already. "Sorry, I wasn't lookin', sorry."
He was looking now and his eyes widened a little. That was a lot of make-up on a guy. "Wow."
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"Booooobbbby. Sammy likes oreos so we should get oreos." Matty explained very wisely as he put them in the cart, turning to look at the guy Bobby hit. Why did he look like that? He squinted and frowned. "Is he a witch?"
No, he had no filter still, Matty just said it as he said it. Michael huffed an amused laugh. "If I was, I would use my powers to summon shopping, not go all the way here in person."
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"Oreos, I want to have oreos," Sam requested, politely enough, since his brother had brought it up. It seemed a lot more interesting than whatever that witch argument was. "Do you have oreos?" He asked the person Bobby was talking to. He assumed that would be the only point to him.
"Sorry, man, they don't got no manners. I blame their dad."
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He took a deep inhale and raised his voice with about the same amount of shame Raphael had. "Oi! This isn't a monkey's tea party! Get your arse back here."
"Lucifer is gonna get me!" Raphael squealed with delight, hiding from his brother.
With a sigh, Michael looked at Sam and then back at Bobby. "Wanna trade?"
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"Where's the monkey?!" And where would that monkey's tea party be? Sam felt that was worth investigating, so he wanted to get out of the cart now.
Lucifer stood with Raphael in his arms, looking from Bobby to Michael and grinning. "Am I interrupting? Didn't mean to mess with your game."
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He assumed Bobby would know what that meant because everyone else seemed to every time they had a conversation about it. Apparently it had been empty for quite some time, blah, blah, blah.
Matty climbed up the cart, very safely, and looked at his brother. "There's no monkey, he just talks all funny."
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"Right, yeah. I heard someone's in that old place now. Must need a lot of TLC, huh? Hope you're handy." Bobby considered the other's hands as he said that, noticing the black fingernails. Oh boy.
"Mikey's excellent with his hands," Lucifer boasted, trying to be a good wingman. And then getting Raphael by the ankles to hold him upside down. "Hold still, you little rascal!"
Bobby looked at the devil playing with the tiny kid and then back at Michael. "I'm just outside town. The junkyard, that's me."
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"Help me! Help me, Mikey!" Raphael flailed to his brother but he got no response from Michael, who was much more focused on Bobby.
"The one with all the cars, right? Do you repair cars or is it just a graveyard type situation?" They had a car but after driving all the way from Utah to here, it was a bit of a smoky nightmare ride.
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"You got something to repair?"
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"Bobby is really good with cars, he can fix anything." Matty added, ready to go to bat for his best and favourite uncle. "And he's real nice about it too. That's why he's a good one."
"Ah, I see." Michael smiled and then looked at Bobby, deeply amused. "You certainly do look like a good one." He eyed the man up and down. Nice.
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"You think you can bring the car around my place or should I come take a look there? Don't want it exploding around you." Which was not likely to happen, but hey. "Just don't go to Hank up the road. He's a hack."
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It wouldn't be his first or his last. Not since he changed himself up.
"I'll make sure someone else has the kid so there won't be an insane amount of noise while you assess the car. We're working on inside voices but failing miserably."
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Maybe Michael had tips for that, he seemed good with haircare. "I'm in the shop all day Friday usually. You can come by any time. Don't worry about money, I'll just have a look so we'll know what we're dealin' with."
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Michael pushed his cart along towards where he could hear Lucifer, leaving Bobby behind hopefully confused but expectant. Just as he liked his men to be.