Maui Mavia

“I dunno, a month or two? I mean, it’s Easter candy,” Turbo lifted the bag and shook it, “you think that’d give you a hint.” His eyes lit up as Maui brought up the candy-alcohol combos. “If you got me those I’d have to -” kiss you? no. suck your dick? NO “- make you my new favorite.” Turbo usually wasn’t one for taking his time, or patience, or subtlety. But this was the first time he had been interested in someone - dating interested, not just fucking - in a long time, so he was planning to play the long game.

“Damn, nice catch! Gotta have those extra-sharp reflexes, huh? How’s work been, anyway? Anything exciting?” He knew they were safe enough here to at least let him act like himself, but he was still paranoid about discussing some things in explicit terms.

Of course it would seem obvious as the bag clearly stated it was Easter candy. Still, one could never be sure of any connections that Turbo may or may not have in the underground candy world. “You mean I’m not already your favorite? That stings” he reached his hand up over his heart feigning as if the other’s words had offended him.

Anything exciting? Well, working with Sykes there was always something going on, however, despite this place being safer than a lot of others, Maui knew there was no place truly safe from the man he worked for, so he always chose his words carefully, “Work’s been....work. Nothing overtly exciting, Just run of the mill going with Sykes to make sure people are doing their jobs and paying the debts kinds of things” There. Simple. No details. Bring up nothing interesting to provoke further questions.

Sharna: Well you know me, I'm always good, just trying to stay out of trouble and making sure others are too. You?

Sharna: hey it's been a hot minute.

“That would be great, actually - I’m almost through this bag.” Turbo was pretty sure he’d go through the rest of it tonight, and he had to have his fix. It was his one solace while working here. “You know my two vices, candy and alcohol.” He grabbed another piece from the bag, but instead of unwrapping it, tossed the Laffy Taffy at Maui’s face. “Think fast!”

Maui just shook his head a little as Turbo mentioned he was almost though the bag. “How long have you had the bag?” he asked, it wouldn’t surprise him if the other said several weeks or just several days. “Maybe I should find you some candy flavored alcohol or candy with alcohol in it.” he watched him going for another piece wondering just how much candy the other could eat in one sitting. Despite his large build, Maui had rather good reflexes, it kind of came with the job, and he reached his hand up to catch the flying candy just before it hit his face. Looking down he checked the wrapper for the flavor, Watermelon. With a shrug he unwrapped it and bit off a piece.

🌟- For a secret wish or desire of theirs

 - for his niece to know he isn’t a bad person

🍏- For something they secretly wish didn’t exist

- Bill Sykes

📲- Talk about someone/something you dislike, but only pretend to like

- His job

💃- For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others

- Maui is actually a fantastic juggler 

☢️- For a controversy or scandal they have been able to keep mostly under wraps

- there’s too many to choose from

📒- For a secret journal/diary they keep (Bonus: Share an entry from it!)

- all items are confidential until the right time

“okay, there was this one time during seventh grade when my pants ripped right down the middle. I wound up being able to grab some from the lost and found before too many people saw my Thundercats underwear”

“I can’t afford to have crushes. Secret or otherwise”

he still has the macaroni necklace that Moana (and her mom) made for him for the last Christmas they had spent together. It is his prized possession. 

“It’s under wraps for a reason”

to be able to see his niece Moana. Maui knows it isn’t safe to do so right now, but he wishes that he could have been around to watch her grow up without having to keep a distance.

After ten minutes of trying to fit Maui into a kart, and three two-lap races in which Turbo had three resounding victories, the two had opted to head back inside, away from the buggy outdoors (and any prying eyes that happened to drive or walk by). Turbo had grabbed two chairs from the back office for the two of them to sit in, but he had quickly tired of that and perched up onto the front counter, using his seat as a footrest. A nearly empty bag of bulk Easter-themed candy sat next to him, from which he was occasionally grabbing treats. Several candy wrappers littered the countertop and floor - he’d clean that up later when they both left.

“So, I was totally right, and you totally lost.” He grinned, popping another Snickers into his mouth. “You know you owe me a drink later, right?”

@harnessedthebreeze

It probably shocked Maui more than Turbo when he was finally able to fit in one of the go karts. It wasn’t a usual thing for the man to do this sort of thing, being a bodyguard for someone like Sykes didn’t leave much room for fun. As he made his laps around during the race, he couldn’t help but wonder if this was the kind of thing is niece liked to do. Maybe he could find a way to send her some passes to come here or gift cards. He’d have to ask Turbo if he did those kinds of things.

“Yeah, yeah I know” he was a man of his word, which meant that the drink would be acquired at some point in the future. “you want me to get you some more candy while I’m at it?” he asked gesturing to the bag in a half joking manner

Turbo: not in recent memory, no

Turbo: i'm sending the Idiot Brigade home early and closing alone so you better make this worth it

Turbo: oof ouch ooh i'll need some gauze for that burn. i concede that win to you

Turbo: but i will never concede a racing win to you unless you really earn it

Turbo: you've SEEN me drive, and i've SEEN you do your thing. i'm pretty sure my skillset translates better to karts than yours

Turbo: if you break any of them i will store all of the rage i'll get from angry moms whose kids can't race and unleash it onto your face

Turbo: oh unwind? in what wa

Turbo: [deletes previous text before sending]

Turbo: nah i'm not doing anything. you wanna race the master after hours? good luck buddy, once we close all rules go out the window

Maui: don't underestimate my karts skills