2020-12-01 - This'll Do the Trick

The weed cloud hanging over town had left Kip sort of paranoid and hyperactive so she purposely had tried to keep mostly to herself and buried in Veil research. Not that she had gotten much researching done. It's hard to do research when you think you're being surveyed 24/7. Rekani had probably been thrilled to deal with that the few times she let herself hang out with him while the cloud was going on. The cloud was gone now though! And she was feeling clear headed, so clearly waffles were the answer to celebrate. She was sitting at a table by a window eating some dreadfully unhealthy but delicious combo no doubt. Her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail and she wore a pair of jeans with a hoodie that was definitely not hers since she might as well be drowning in it. She's got her phone strategically propped up against some bottles, watching one of those ghost hunting shows while she eats.

The dankest timeline cloud had been a weird experience for Rekani. For one, it was an entire week’s worth of weed that he didn’t have to spend money on, which given his size and tolerance, was a pretty hefty sum. For two, it was like going to a party and getting tipsy, while everyone else there was shit-face, ’Let’s just put everything in the fryer’ drunk. It was an eye-opening look at what was otherwise a pretty mild-mannered town.

Kip’s distance had been a negative, but the cloud hanging over their heads was gone now. Things were flipped back they way they should be. Maybe he’d use that extra money for a nice night out at Sitka, just the two of them.

As he was musing that idea, the Waffle Shoppe would be treated to the animal roar of the over-tuned engine of his BMW as it slid neatly into a parking space, the big Latino levering himself up and out and heading inside. A cloud billows from his mouth, because now it wasn’t just in the air, just before he opens the door to push into the shoppe proper. He takes a brief look around, his face splitting into a wide, bright grin, ambling his way over to Kip’s table.

“Mamacita!” he starts, then, quirks a brow, pointing, “So that’s where my Marshmello hoodie went!” He grins and dips in, angling his face down to place a peck on her cheek, then slides into the seat opposite her.

Kip may or may not have texted Rekani to let him know where she would be. She'd missed him without a doubt but it had definitely been for the better. Now though, things could get back to normal! Hopefully. As normal as Gray Harbor could get. She is mid bite of a waffle when Rekani walks in. She had seen heard the familiar roar of his car pulling up which was enough to put her phone on pause. She finishes stuffing the bite in, head tilting so the peck purposefully lands on lips instead before he sits.

Swallowing her waffle, "It feels like it's been yearssss Zaichik"Kip's tone is an exaggerated one, but she grins. "And yes, of course. I needed something comfy and cozy to bury myself in with all this crazy going on." There's a laugh, her hand running through her hair. "I am glad you are here. " Reaching her other hand out to take his. "Do you want to try my waffles?"

Already licking his lips to taste the faint bit of syrup no doubt transfered by the kiss, Rekani raises a skeptical eyebrow while he continues to smile across at her. Her hand finds his own twining his fingers through, holding gently.

“Did you just ask a fat kid if he wants a bite of waffles?” He asks jokingly, while a brief look is made toward one of the waitresses, flagging one to let them know he was new and wanted food, coffee, the usual.

Because Rekani was very usual for the Waffle Shoppe.

“Girl, you ain’t gotta tell me twice. Feel like it’s been nothin but food, work, weed, sleep since like your birthday.”

Kip giggled, lifting her fork to offer him a bite. "It's rude to assume." Is all she responds with, giving his hand a little squeeze. "Right? The theater seemed extra busy but...half the time it was just being wanting to buy the extra large tubs of popcorn." She shook her head. "And then I just kept losing track of days. Times. I feel like I never want to smoke again for a long while." Kip laughs again.

"I am glad it is over though. We have lots of time to make up for now that I'm not looking over my shoulder every 2 seconds." Kip's eyes rolled at her own behavior.

Rekani assumes quite a bit, on the regular, including the fact she was just going to feed him. He assumes the rest of the restaurant would be just fine with all that PDA too. At least, that’s what can be gleaned by the casual way he goes about it. “You sure?” He wonders chewing, but the bite small enough it isn’t too gross for him to talk around. He dips his face forward in a conspirator way, stage-whispering, “What about all that spyhunting, sexy Russian double agent action?” He waggles his eyebrows ridiculously before sitting back with a laugh.

“For me, it was weird watching everyone else be high. Like, one of our neighbors is a real quiet dude, and I swear he looked like he was just swimming everywhere.” Another short chuckle. The waitress get an order for ’the usual’ as usual, and coffee was already being sent their way for the Latino to doctor with sugar and cream.

"I am hoping they all think I went back to Russia to give my full false report." Kip laughed at the Russian spy stuff. "I don't even look like a spy. I am too cute, and too into ghosts." Kip took another bite of her waffles before showing Rekani her phone with the ghost hunting show on it. "Would a Russian spy waste time watching this?" She didn't seem to care one iota about if the staff or other patrons cared about their PDA or not. If they had a problem with it all they had to do was come to the table. And they'd likely get chewed out Russian style at minimum but anywho...

"Did it affect you at all?" Kip seemed genuinely curious, knowing his tolerance was pretty high but also it was a lot of weed. "On the couple of times I had to venture out, I heard something or other about waffletacos? Still don't know what they are. But waffles are delicious." So says the pile of waffles in front of her.

“I mean, I was defo high as fuck.” Rekani confirms seriously, then laughs, “The first day, I had no idea, so I smoke like usual. Nova wants to go get food?” Rekani brings both palms up, breaking contact only so he can talk somatically, like he usually does. He makes a crossing motion, as if there was no way to argue the words, “I was fucking convinced we raced to the diner to eat. Like, I thought I pulled in next to her. She’s all like, ’Naw, dawg, I walked.’” Rekani’s hands pat his chest like his heart would fail with the news, “I look outside. No fucking car.”

He ends the story on a laugh, regardless of the distressing contents, sitting back and letting his hand wander back into her grasp again. “What, like chocotacos? Why everyone gotta try to make new shit outta Latino food?”

Kip's eyes widened at the story. "Oh that would be scary! I would have thought someone stole the car probably." She admits with a laugh, hands coming to cradle her chin as she listened to him. "Did you drive though? Or did you also walk?" Her hand moves to take his up again as it starts to wander back over, the other still holding her chin. "I don't even know what a chocotaco is." Kip lamented. "It sounds good. How have we not made those before? Or found them to eat."

“Oh yeah, I drove, she didn’t.” It doesn’t seem to occur to Rekani that that could be a dangerous thing to do with how impaired he must have been, but then again, Kip drove with him on the regular so it couldn’t be that bad...

Rekani’s free hand makes that overhanded wave of dismissal, “Oh they aight.” He says that while making a face, maybe seeming Ike they were not, in fact, that great, “It’s like cheap ice cream you can get at a gas station.” He does start to make a shake of his finger, finding a point, “Now adapting churros, that shit I’m on board with. I been seein that shit in like all kinda food, and it’s dope as hell. Someone even made like a chocolate ice cream that had spicy bits and churro pieces in it. Uhn.” The last noise was obviously a sound of longing, his wish to be eating that thing, even as a full breakfast is served to him, waffles, bacon, sausage, eggs, everything he could possibly want.

They hadn't crashed or anything yet, so Kip had full confidence in his driving abilities even while he was impaired. "Really? Disappointing." Kip mused at his indifference to the chocotaco. "Churros are good. They always remind me of fairs. Though, I've not been to a fair in a really, really long time." She reaches over to steal a piece of bacon from his plate as it's set down, munching on it happily as she thinks on something. "Oohh! " After swallowing the bite. "We should make churro waffles. Or just. Churros in general. That ice cream sounds good. Chocolate and spice go really good together."

“I mean, it’s mass market stuff, so it’s kid stuff...” is his explanation for being less than enthused. “Fuckin deal, tho.” Rekani’s phone makes an appearance tossed on the table so he can flip through for a good churro recipe to use, “I got mosta’ what we need, cept the oil, and that ain’t a thing.” There’s also a quick search for local fairies, a look of rememberance on his face, “There’s that Winter Solstice Night Market in Seattle. We could go to that...” He scrolls, “The 18th. Wanna go?” His eyes lifts to Kip’s, grinning, then shoveling some food in his mouth.

"Yes, oil is super easy. We could even get some after here if we wanted. Not that we have to make the churros today but just so it is had." Kip nodded, head tilting a little at the question of the Market. Then she smiled and nodded. "That sounds like fun! I would love to check it out. You can always find cool things at places like that." She mused. She finally releases his hand so she can have some of her orange juice while her other hand works on scooping up another waffle bite. "I want to do some clothes shopping, just a little to update my closet. I'll bet I can get some good deals there." She lights up a touch again. "While we're up there we should go to that taco stand."

Rekani grins, his eyes going from Kip’s face and downward, again letting his eyebrows waggle playfully as he thinks about her buying clothes, trying them on... He seems to shake his head to snap out of it, the smile on his face ambivalent, as if it was maybe a show, and maybe not. He remembers the taco stand with a genuine grin, the little truck parked outside the rundown bar, one of their first real times spent in each other’s company. He nods, but cocks his head, “That taco stand? There’s like fifteen I go to regularly. You’re gonna have to be more specific.” His chin had taken a slitly tilted position, looking playfully coy, a clear indication he was joking.

After a moment, he holds up a finger, finishes chewing. “Know what wild thing that week got me though?” He pulls a napkin and cleans his hands a little, as if preparing to show her something, reaching for his fanny pack.

Kip grinned as he looked her over in that playful way, leaning on the table, pushing her plate to the side a bit. She'd have to get a box in a minute here. He'd feel her foot lightly nudge his under the table as he teased her. "Yes yes That taco stand. If you can't figure out which one, then it's your loss." She teased back. Eyes bright and curious as she looked downward a bit towards his fanny back and then back up to him. " I have no idea, why wild thing go you through?"

"Ok, so I'm high a fuck, right?" Which is how Rekani starts pretty much every story, palm out, as if to hold off any protests or complaints about subject matter, "And you're not over, so I'm watching anime, cuz that shit is lit." Questionable, given his taste in shonen action anime, "Sasuke's whooping up on some dude." He was unzipping his fanny pack, digging down deep, looking for something.

"And he pulls out this shuriken, and I'm like..." He strikes a pose with his hand under his chin, the dramatic thinker, "You know what that looks like?"

Rekani pulls out a lawnmower blade and clanks it on the table. It was new, so clean, not an old rusty slab of metal near their food.

"And before you say it, no, its not cause I'm Hispanic." He points a finger at her, faux dangerously. "But I figure, if shit ever goes sideways or I'm takin you over to the other side, I can carry like ten o' these easy, not just be grasping for whatever I can find on the floor, right?"