2020-04-15 - Fannypack of Holding

Kip was barely aware of what was going on. There had been fleeting moments of groggy wakefulness before immediately passing out again. The sedative was finally wearing off though and she was feeling like a truck had run her over about 10 times. A little noise escaped her as she started to open her eyes. It took a few moments for her to register where she was and recall what had happened. There was going to be a lot to unpack with that but her brain wasn’t fully in gear for that yet.

Her hand shifted, touching Rekani’s - which caused her to startle a bit. Turning her head to study him, a tired smile formed on her lips. “Zaichik.” She murmured, laying her hand over his and gave a gentle squeeze. Not really wanting to wake him up but taking some comfort in the fact that he was there. Details were still fuzzy for her so she was trying to take a few extra moments to see if she could sort them better in her mind.

A kid that had nightmares pretty much most of his life was actually pretty easy to wake up, especially since he hadn't had a hit of anything since he'd set off for whatever sort of rescue they had managed. Rekani's eyes move first beneath the lids, then his brows lower are his face screws up, realizing the crick that was now in his neck from the position he'd nodded off into.

Raising his head, his eyes squint open. There's a moment when his eyes move around that its clear he was taking a moment to remember where he was, another symptom of the wild dreams normal to him. He finally comes round and blinks, eyes widening as he sees Kip was awake.

"Oh, thank god, girl." His other hand drops the hand beneath hers twists in her grasp so he can hold onto her now as well. He shifts in his seat to face her a little better, "You scared the fuck out of me."

Kip looks a little sheepish and a lot guilty when he says he scared her. "I'm sorry." She draws in a soft breath. "I knew it might be dangerous but. I wasn't expecting all...that..." She gives his hand another squeeze. "Was it really two days? Is the time so...weird there?" Kip was sure it had only been a few hours of exploring before the whole spider thing happened.

"And you came...It was dumb luck, they say? Good dumb luck...that you and Nova showed up when you did." Because the way the dice had been rolling things had been going, it was not looking good for the ghost hunters. Her brow furrowed a bit. "...Did Nova...dance them to death?"

Having moved and tossed his phone on the bed so he could bring another hand over Kip's and get comfortable, there is a slight blank look as he listens to her, brought on by the subject of the time. For someone as typically as expressive as Rekani, someone may notice. "That does sound really weird. Dunno." Yes, Rekani, because she can't just pick up your phone and check. A+ 100%.

"Hey, sometimes the universe just works out that way." He assures her, patting the hand, a smirk and a roll of his eyes made at the question, "Ok, I can neither confirm, nor deny, that actions like these may, may have taken place." He was holding up a finger of the covering hand, but seemed loath to disconnect it, regardless of his penchant for talking somatically.

"But even if it did, I'm not saying crap about it, 'cause then she gon' start thinkin' her dancing has the power over life and death, and ain't no one gon' wanna deal with that ego." He makes a face and shakes his head once left, once right, "Nuh-uh."

Kip.could look at the phone but she's not thinking about it. She's willing to take his words at face value and maybe she'll figure it out later and they can cross that bridge if they get to it. There's a little snicker as he neither confirm nor denies Nova's actions. "Maybe you are right. I will or will not ask her about it."

Kip looks towards the door a moment and then back to Rekani. "Where is Ariana? Is she okay?" She vaguely recalls Ari starting to be dragged off before Kip was thrust into the portal back home and there's a concerned look on her face hoping her friend was okay.

She shifts some, leaning over to kiss his forehead. "Thank you. And thank Nova too." As she relaxes back on the bed. "I feel like I have been. Bulldozed though...what happened after we got out?"

Rekani offers a theatrical shrug to the question about Ariana. "I dunno, I been asleep. She rode with Nova over here, so she was here." He takes the forehead kiss with a slightly guilty look. A reward for a lie of omission didn't seem like a fair trade. He also tries not to wince, but the low light of the after-hours hospital room probably hid a slight red mark, a collective gift from his car roof and clumsiness.

He takes a breath as he tries to wrap it all up in his head. "We got you out, I drove you over here. I texted August. I'ma leave that, cause that's a lecture you or me are gonna probably get later." Another shrug. "Your leg is fixed up, but you got a full body that was fighting off whatever they bite you with, so...?" He didn't really know what to say about it. Music and tech were his things.

Kip smirked just a little at the mention of Ari riding over with Nova. "Oh I am sure she is okay then." And then listens as he gives the run down. Looking a little curious, but also totally not looking forward to a lecture. "I feel there are many lectures given by many people. I will have to thank him too." She uses her free hand to lift up the blankey down and look at her leg- yep good as new. A little shudder as she recalls the feeling.

"I hate spiders." Kip mumbled, dropping the blanket. "It was pretty fucking terrifying." She looks back up at Rekani. "I walked right in to a giant web and was stuck..and panicking. But. Ari managed to focus me and then we got free and..." Her nose wrinkled up. "well you saw how that was going. At least it wasn't fast-acting.." A wry smile given to him. "How long was I out for?"

"Literally hitting on her with every breath before I got in my car. Like, damn, girl! The Game is chess, not a full-court press down the key!" He makes a face, the expected reaction to anyone fawning over his sister. Hes quick to change his tune, however, as the look under the covers has Rekani craning his neck, as if the glimpse was something to find alluring and sexy. He waggles his eyebrows.

The phone plays a cameo again as he checks the time, then lifts his eyes to the ceiling, mouth moving briefly as he seems to do some silent, mental math, "Abouuuut, four to five yea-" he cuts off, smirking, instantly correcting as he hunkers over and pulls his arms straight, like he were expecting to get thwacked for his mischief, "-hours! Hours."

Kip laughed again at his reaction. "Ari knows what she likes and likes to go for it." A little shrug. He's right to duck because she does give his arm a light thwack. "It better be hours. Though I don't know. If you stood by my bedside for years I might start thinking you Like me." Kip teases him.

She wiggles a bit so she can lay on her side as they talk. "I guess I will be staying here tonight. But when they decided to let me free, I will make pirozhiki for you. Whatever filling you want." The Russian promises. "Also I want to go back to that taco truck some time soonish." She sighs and then laughs. "I'm hungry."

"I mean, that's..." the tease has the desired affect, but Rekani realizes the ploy and rolls his eyes. "Nah, I can just step to some pitbull-sized spiders for anyone, no prob. Waiting a few years, that means I like you." He adds a dismissive pop-fff through his lips. He points at Kip about the cooking though, "Ima hold you to that. Hell, I'll buy the ingredients." Since he probably didn't intend to let her out of his site for a minute anyways.

Hungry? Magic words to Rekani. He moves a hand off Kip's so he can reach down to his waist and lift the edge to his shirt, exposing that damn fanny pack. Unzipping it, his hand starts to dig impossibly low into it, them comes out holding a set of HoHos and a bag of Doritos. He sets them on the bed, finally breaking the contact completely so he can use two hands to open the packages for her, "Yeah, I bet, but hospital food though, right? Probably won't be breakfast for a couple hours."

A grin was illicited as he rolled his eyes but didn't push it further. "Sounds like a plan. I will make them at your place then." Kip watches as he produces snacks out of his fanny pack and gave him a dubious look. "...I think your fanny pack is just a bag of holding." She picks up one of the HoHos when the package is opened and bit into it with a happy sound. Swallowing, "Hospital food is der'mo. These are much better options. You always have the best snacks."

She finishes off the little cake in a couple more bites and then digs in to the Doritos. "Next time Ari and I are bringing flamethrowers." Because of course she was going to go back despite almost dying. "But next time won't be for a while." Kip added quickly, as if to reassure him.

The flamethrower comment does bring a series of emotions to Rekani's face. Approval for firepower, realization what that meant, disapproval at the suggestion they'd go back in, skepticism it wouldn't be for awhile. The final expression is a dubious look over the edge of his glasses.

He mouths the words 'Bag of Holding' while furrowing his brow and looking confused, as if he didnt get what she was saying. That's some nerd shit, afterall. "Ain't all bags made for holding? That's like..." He looks around the room, pointing, "...call that a pen of writing. Curtain of sun blocking." He points to the bed, "Bed of sleepi..." He cuts off, looking thoughtful, hand going to his chin as he considers Kim carefully, "Well, ok, that can have multiple uses..."

He digs out a couple bottles of water as well. They were room temperature. He didn't just dump a bunch of ice in like some unmentioned alcoholics.

Kip watches every shift of Rekanis facial expression, ready to protest any of his protests. Thankfully it doesn't come to that though. Instead she just looks mildly surprised that he doesn't get her reference. "It is a thing from a game. Uh...smaller on the outside? holds more than it looks like it should." Case in point as he ALSO pulls out the water bottles. She accepts one, taking a long sip.

A wiggle of brows and a mischievous little look is given to him. "Many more uses than sleeping. Though I feel the hospital people will be upset if these ones are used for more than sleeping and healing." She put the cap back on her water for now and snagged a couple more chips. "Not that you always need a bed for the more fun possibilities. "

Rekani smirks, finally closing the pack. "I mean, why do you think I picked a fanny pack?" He says with a shrug. Again, its just that casual admittance of his weird powers, taking them for granted from decades of use. "I did that with a backpack once. But they're kinda more clunky to carry around. I shoved a whole bike in it and took it home. Nova lost her shit..." He was grinning through the story, laughing, then the smile starts to peter off into a little quiet look of stress. "Then pops lost his shit when he found the bike in the basement. Apparently it was some kid's from church." He winces at the memory, "Fooo, I couldn't sit comfy for days."

He turns his body and gestures with both hands, to the little black bag, "But now look, style and function. And they're totally coming back. I'm way ahead of the curve."

Kip's eyes widened as he talked about putting a whole bike in a backpack. "Eto bezumiye. Crazy. How did you even make it-" She starts to ask and then pauses. "Oh. Kiddie bike, yes? Those are much smaller. Easier to fit width wise. " She reaches over to rest her hand on his again, noting the look of stress. "That sounds unpleasant. I got a few whackings over the years, but my parents preferred the p..psy...the head games." Kip gave up on her pronunciation apparently.

There's a crooked grin as she lets his hand go so he can show off. "It does suit you. Whether they come back in style or not." A beat of pause before, "We should all do the Karaoke at the Pourhouse for Cinco de Mayo." The holiday name said a little be awkwardly. "It would be a fun thing to do, barring any more bad things happening. Yes?"

"Aw, bet. You gonna hop you there and do some Russian metal screamo?" He jokes. Rekani is the one you return to contact with her hand this time, not knowing he had missed it until the reminder, and now less willing to go without. His free hand makes a dismissive push.

"Nah, gettin' beat is just how it is." he explains, figuring he had to do as not to paint his father as abusive, "Like some kids, nah. But, Pops never did it 'less you deserved it." He laughs then, making an over-arm flinging motion, "And Ma would just throw a shoe at you." It seems to dawn on him to ask as he talks.

"What were yours like?"

"I might! Though people would look at me weird. They might not have it in their karaoke thing. Will have to try and pick one of the American songs." Kip laughed. When his hand made contact again, her's shifted so their fingers were entwined, though her attention remained on him. She chuckled at the mental image of his mom throwing a shoe in he and Nova's general direction.

"Hmm..My parents." A little shrug given. "They were okay really, at the end of the day. My mom is a homemaker I think the word is? She was always doing things though. Sewing clothes for people. Making gift baskets. Busy. Dad was a banker - retired now though. My brother and I were good kids mostly. Aside my penchant for sneaking out to do ghost hunting things and get up to mischief with older kids." Kip mused. "Sometimes it would be scary if dad got legitimately angry. Because he would get cold. You could feel the room drop in temperature, like walking on eggshells."

She shook her head. "They wanted me to be a lawyer or something like that. Obviously I didn't want to do that. They are very disapproving of my whole ghost hunting thing but I got a business degree to shut them up. Something to fall back on. My brother is about your age, he wants to be a video producer. They want him to be a dentist. He's...doing the pre-schooling for it...I'm trying to convince him to just come state side and get out from under their house and thumb."

"Video producer? Like music videos or movies? There's a ton of places for that over here." He snaps the finger of a free hand, "Uhm, up in Orlando..." His brows were furrowing in thought. Obviously up was relative, like Rekani was still thinking of being in Miami, "There's one that's kinda famous for it. Can't remember the name. Old homie went there. Yeah there's tons of shit over here for it." He grins at Kip, "Tell that boy nut up or shut up.... Or like something equally insulting in Russian. Gotta follow your dreams."

Rekani had settled into an attentive posture for Kip's story, leaning toward her, elbow rested on the edge of the bed. His fingers never left being laced with hers, listening, grinning at certain parts of the tales, grimacing at others. This comfortable pose he would hold for the next few hours, talking, laughing, trading experiences, making translation blunders and correcting them.

He didn't know when, but the thumb of his intertwined hand had begun gently stroking hers, not as a comfort for the part about her dad, but maybe some sort of... Affection? Sure, he'd smash up some punk-ass giant spiders for anyone, but what was he doing now?