ralph rackett.

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Ralph wanted to ensure the other man he could handle it, but he was grateful enough for the help that he bit his tongue, letting the friendly gesture not offend him.

dewey is visibly delighted that someone responded, and they're beginning to explain what category the game was currently when they notice the uncomfortable way the other is attempting to write "oh, hey, hand buddies. what happened?" a pleasant smile, an easy shift from the almost manic energy they'd had moments before. yet still, they don't wait for the other to answer, already onto the next thing and offering out their hand that wasn't actively bleeding "y'want me to fill that out for you? i won't steal your identity— and i'm ambidextrous."

"I'd, uh... prefer to join a different club," Ralph tried to joke, but he knew his hand would be fine, it wasn't even hurting too bad at the moment. He'd definitely had worse injuries. "Long story short... broken glass. You?" Looking back to the paper, then to Dewey again, he slowly nodded, holding the clipboard and pen out to the other. "Yeah, thanks, I'm strugglin'. I can't even write this small on a good day."

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The hospital wasn't exactly a foreign place for Ralph ; for someone who had a habit of breaking nearly everything he touched, it wasn't unusual for him to get scratched up in the process. He was stubborn, preferring to take care of it himself when he did get injured, but he could not seem to fish the glass out of the palm of his hand today. Eyes lifting from the paperwork he was filling out, he nodded at the other's comment. "Oh. Nice, yeah, good to know." He tried not to let annoyance seep into his tone, frustrated by how much he was struggling to write with his non-dominate hand. "— I don't know what the question was, though."

Aurora appreciated his reassurance. Even though it was over something small, it was nice to not feel like she was talking in riddles to someone. Ralph made her feel perfectly normal...and that wasn't a feeling she was given often. "You should try one of those bags you can put over your body...a crossbody? Then you don't have to worry about it getting misplaced. And they come in so many different styles! I'm sure there is the perfect one for you out there somewhere."

"You think? What if people make fun of me?" He asked. "And then what if I punch 'em?" Because he didn't trust himself enough not to if they were talking shit. He was working on his anger issues, that did not mean they were under control. "That sounds kind of cool, though... I don't know the first thing about fashion, so I might have to lean on you to help me find one that doesn't look goofy."

"Well cool it, big guy, I can fight this battle on my own. No one knows my head better than...well, me." Besides, she didn't really know how to explain it all to Ralph yet. She didn't even know how to rationalize it to herself yet. As they began playing Vanellope tried to lock in and do great, but it didn't take long before they were eliminated and leaving Ralph to fight zombies on his own. "Oh schnitzel," she mumbled, dropping the gun in frustration. "Best three out of five, right?"

He let it go, knowing better than to push. If she wanted to talk, she would talk, and if not... well, he'd respect that. Ralph thought he caught on pretty fast, blasting zombies left and right until he saw Vanellope go down and got himself eliminated so they could start a new game. "Hey, is there an easy mode?" He teased, nudging their shoulder. "Maybe we should put it on that."

a lilt of a smirk danced upon plush lips as tiffany cocked her head , a knowing brow lifting atop her forehead ; a silent encouragement for him to continue. the more he ranted , the more he complained , the more ammunition tiffany had to hurl back in his face .

She was probably onto something ; people probably found her me, myself and I attitude admirable. Those in her circle probably thought she was a funny person, a girl boss, but there was no excuse for being so . . . mean. Ralph fought himself every day to be kinder, less blunt and angry with people, to reel in his outbursts so no one else felt bad. But she seemed to think it was a game. Did she even care if she sent Vanellope home crying?

"A carrier pigeon?" Aurora didn't mean to have a laugh in her voice as she asked but she didn't know carrier pigeons were still a thing. They probably weren't, and breaking that news to Ralph felt a little silly. "Maybe...a tablet? They wouldn't be easy to carry around in your pocket but they are bigger...so you could always have an easier time texting or making calls. I'm sure it's a dumb idea, but it's the only one I really have. Are you against carrying a bag or satchel on you at all times?"

"No, no, it's not a dumb idea," Ralph assured her, she might be onto something. But even if it didn't work out, Aurora was one of the smartest people he knew. She shouldn't talk bad about herself. "A bag isn't a bad idea... I wouldn't have to worry about misplacing my keys all the time." Assuming he remembered to actually put them in the bag. Or did not misplace his bag...

Open Starter Location: The Threads Three

It certainly wasn't unusual for Ralph to rip his clothes. He worked in demolition, he was clumsy, and he had an explosive temper; the three were a deadly combo, at least as far as his shirts were concerned. This time he blamed a tree branch for snagging his sleeve just right, but really, if he had been paying attention... standing inside of the shop, he didn't realize the time, and his hopeful smile was quick to turn into a frown. "Oh. It's fine." It was probably a good thing, he tried to tell himself, to remember to slow down. That things could wait, and he didn't have to barrel through life the way he usually did. "I can just... come back tomorrow."

"These zombies are about to go home crying for their mom's when we're done with them!" she said in agreement, even though her enthusiasm wasn't fully there. "No, no beating anyone up. Just got some stuff on my mind. Nothing worth getting violent over, big guy." She added a few more coins into the game and stared straight ahead. "We got some unfinished business with these zombies and that is way more important to me."

"I am capable of being violent towards two things at once, Van. And you know I never say no to a fight." It was a joke, but he hoped she knew that he meant it; he would fight for her no matter what. Turning from the screen to glance at her, then back to the screen, he locked in. "We're gonna fuck these zombies up, though."

watching a man lose his temper in the gym was nothing short of a blatant reminder as to why she found men so unattractive to begin with. when a woman was angry ; it was hot , it was inviting , thought-provoking. when it was a man, it was just irritating. what did men have to be angry about all the time ?? raising her brows, her grin only beamed as he slammed his palm against the machine, a sharp laugh sounding from her as she backed away from the machine and put her hands up. " yeesh. now you're muscles are giving up on you too ?? shit , man , that was like . . . the ONE thing you had goin' for you. "

"The one thing I had— . . . whatever," Ralph scowled, not voicing that she may be right. Aside from brute strength he didn't have many qualities worth mentioning, but it still wasn't nice to say . . . or hear. Inhaling deeply, he held the oxygen in his lungs until they began to ache, releasing his breath in a loud sigh ; as much as he would love for Tiffany to think she was incapable of annoying him, he was incapable of masking his emotion.

"Oh, obviously. Every first round is just a warm-up....unless I win." As the game started, Vanellope 's mind started to wander a little bit. She wasn't trying to not give her all but her run-in with Tiff was having her all..weird. She ended up bombing that first round and scrunched her nose at the game like it had insulted her. "Stupid zombies...they are supposed to be easier to deal with than everything else." She turned to Ralph, forcing a casual smile. "What do ya think of it?"

"It was just a warm-up," Ralph reminded her. Which was for the best. By the end of the game, he'd gotten the controls down, but the first half was a complete mess of chaos. "Oh yeah, it's fun, just wait until I get a few rounds under my belt. These zombies aren't going to stand a chance." He couldn't help but wonder what the everything else she was referring to was, studying her for a moment. "You okay, kiddo? Do I need to beat someone up?"

"That's funny, because it looks like it gets a lot of love and attention," she teased, a small giggle escaping her lips. She was teasing in good faith. She understood his hesitance with technology. She hardly understood how to use it herself on most days. And it felt like phones were always changing and making it even harder to understand their function!

Ralph only sighed in response. She wasn't wrong, but most of the time he spent fiddling with his phone was trying to figure it out. It was just frustrating. He had all sorts of accounts with different passwords, he had an email address he couldn't ever remember... even the phone itself had a passcode. There was too much to keep up with! Why did they even make these things so advanced?

"You tell 'em buddy," Vanellope said with a light slap to the guy's shoulder. "I can't wait until you meet these zombies. They might put your red ghost to shame.." She found it really adorable though that he thought he stood a chance against her with any game really. She might not be able to do the things she was born to do, but she was pretty sure being stupid good at video games was her backup calling. There was something about the dusty arcade games that made her feel like she was at home. But she kept that to herself since it was weird to explain. Heading over to the game she stepped behind the curtains that were in front of it and grabbed the plastic weapon. "Best two out of three?"

He realized he might be overly passionate about games, especially Pacman, it was kind of silly and pointless but he was just so frustrated that he couldn't beat the whole thing. They didn't have to make it so impossible. "Yeah, best two out of three," he agreed, picking up his own and flipping it over in his hands. At least he could accept sucking at this game since he hadn't spent months sitting in front of it. "The first game is for getting into my groove, and the next two are for wiping out the whole damn zombie race."

Aurora let him voice his frustration even though she knew little about that type of struggle. Aurora was still getting used to having a phone and every time she felt like she got the hang of it something changed and made the entire thing different. Accidentally calling people was a constant problem so she ended up just leaving her phone at her home most days.

"You know, I barely even use this thing," Ralph admitted, beginning to find that it was more trouble than it was worth. The mobile games could be fun, but his thumbs felt too big and he was always fumbling around and getting frustrated with them, and it was pointless when he could play on a much larger screen at the arcade. What else was a phone good for? He didn't have anyone to call. He detested texting.

" you look like a geriatric grandpa, " the fae teased, the playful lilt to her words carrying on the air as she slid up next to him, threading her slender arm through his far more muscular one and tugging on it. " awwww is the big man gonna cry because he wants a turn with the big smashy hammer ?? c'mon, ralph, i'm a pretty girl — you literally can't say not to me it's like, against the laws of feminism. "

"Yeah, yeah, fine," he gave in, much sooner than he was proud of. "For feminism or whatever." Something told him Bloom was going to have her way no matter what he said, there was no point wasting time in arguing. "But at least leave me the baseball bat." He could work with that. The sledgehammer was preferred, but the bat would do just fine. He would just... swing it a little harder. Not that he usually held back.