Kellanved Ammanas

TF2 'Drabbles': Classic Heavy Pan Pride

Summary: Would you be willing to write some PyroMedic? Pyro being awesome and protecting his partner? Or anything with these two really.

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Medic was perfectly capable of getting his own vengeance and taking out the enemy Spy himself but Pyro was more efficient at it than him. Also it was fun to watch him run while his invis-watch was still active, Pyro’s flames licking at his silhouette as they gave chase. Soon enough the flames caught more fully and the enemy Spy died screaming, collapsing into a writhing mound of flames on the ground.

As his screams died, the invis-watch’s power ran out or it took enough damage to cease being functional, letting Medic seen the burnt and charred corpse for a handful of seconds before Respawn took it. The smell lingered though, pungent and familiar.

Pyro looked up at him and said something rendered inaudible by the sounds of battle coupled with his gas mask muffling his voice. He lifted a hand in a thumbs up though, meaning it was probably something along the lines of, “Got him.”

“Danke, danke. Whatever would I do without you here to watch my back?” Probably die slightly more often to the enemy Spy in particular. “Let me get him next time though.” Fun as it was to watch the Spy burn, it was fun to get the kill himself too.

Summary: Making the mistake of buying a fragile souvenir early in the holiday and having to try to keep it intact.

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The lamp was lovely and sophisticated but utterly unnecessary. Spy didn’t need it. He had plenty of various light sources already, one more wasn’t necessary even if it did look nice. Lugging it around for the rest of the vacation would be too much of a hassle. If he broke it, it would be a waste of money. He could probably find something similar in one of the antique stores closer to where this trip would end. Maybe he’d even find something better.

Squaring his shoulders, he turned his head and walked away. There was other, less fragile antiques to look at and consider instead. He did not need the lamp and thus wasn’t going to buy it.

A Few Hours Later

Summary: I like the idea of soldier being a big animal person too, kinda want to see soldier and scout chilling when scout being the equivalent of a Disney princess, with wild animals willingly surrounded him

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Somehow the hunt for Big Foot had turned into making friends with the local raccoon population instead. Expected behavior from Soldier, him not doing so in fact would’ve been odd. Heavy had expected better from Scout though. Which in hindsight was probably less than wise.

“Look,” Scout whisper shouted as he successfully managed to coax one of the raccoons to climb up onto his shoulder with a bit of food. “They like me!”

“Good job, private!” Soldier had two raccoons on him, one on his shoulder, the other on his head.

“This how you get rabies.” Not that Heavy was particularly concerned about that with Medic on call but still, it was the principle of the matter. And going back to base to get one or both of them treated for rabies would delay the Big Foot hunt even longer.

“I already have rabies,” Soldier countered. Knowing him, that wasn’t unlikely. He of all people would be able to live with such a disease.

“Also,” Scout said, petting his raccoon shoulder buddy, “their body temperature’s like too high or uh… was it low for rabies anyway. So we’re fine.”

“Is different animal.” Heavy couldn’t recall the name of it in English currently but it wasn’t raccoons. “The ones with pouches. They play dead.”

“Opossums,” Sniper supplied as he stepped back into the clearing. “Raccoons are actually known for carrying rabies, I think. So you probably shouldn’t mess with them so much.”

“Nah, we’re fine.” Scout brushed the worry off with a dismissive hand wave.

“Getting rabies builds character,” Soldier said. “You should try it some time.”

Summary: Getting excited for a restaurant which then turns out to not exist any more.

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It was good to be back in not just America but specifically Boston. Not that Scout begrudged the opportunities to see different places around the world but there was truly no place like home. Especially since no place other than home had burgers as good as Joshie’s Burger Palace. It had been way too long. He was about ready to sprint the rest of the way there upon rounding the corner but… slowed to a stop instead.

Across the street where the sign for Joshie’s Burger Palace was supposed to be was instead an entirely different sign. A yellow arch with the word ‘McDonald’s’ under it. The building looked different too. Repainted and at the top, over the doors, was a repeat of what the establishment was supposedly called; ‘McDonald’s’.

This was the place though, wasn’t it? Scout had walked down this way many, many times. It had been his go-to spot after school. It had been cheap and damn good food and now it was… gone? Surely there had to be a mistake. Maybe they’d moved to a different building or Scout did have the wrong spot. He’d been out of the country for a while now so maybe his memory was a little bit off.

He sprinted the rest of the way over, intending to run in and ask questions. A young fellow exited as he neared though. Skidding to a halt, Scout waved at him, catching his attention. “Hey pal, I’ve been out of town for a bit. Didn’t this place used to be Joshie’s Burger Palace? They move or something?”

“Oh uh, nah, Joshie died of a heart attack like a year ago. McDonald’s moved in a couple months afterwards.”

“Damn. That sucks.” An understatement. Scout had known Joshie for so long, the thought that he’d just up and died hadn’t felt possible. And so long ago too. He’d been dead this whole time and Scout had had no idea.

“Yeah, it’s a real bummer. Food’s still pretty decent though. Or at least I like it.” With a shrug he got walking again, moving on.

Scout watched him go for a couple moments before turning back to the McDonald’s. He’d been looking forward to his usual for so long. Joshie’s Burger Palace had felt like part of home. It and Joshie himself being gone so suddenly really truly was a bummer. The world needed to stop moving so fast when Scout wasn’t looking at it.

TF2 'Drabbles': Sniper/Bronislava - Bushpine

Prompt: can i make a request for bushpine? (Bronislava and Sniper) something cute about how they found out about each other and what their reactions were like meeting each other for the first time at the smissmas party

Summary: Could I request some Pauling/Engineer? Maybe them just being cute idk

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It still looked somewhat like a sourdough starter and could’ve easily been mistaken for being unchanged right up until Pauling leaned in for a better look and it moved. It pressed itself up against the side of the glass jar as if trying to get to her. Not an obvious lunge or attempt to attack though, seemingly just trying to get closer. Maybe it was observing her the same way she was observing it?

“Is it dangerous?” She had to ask because the bread monsters certainly were. The point of this experiment had been to see if bread related things reacted the same way to being teleported around as normal bread did.

“It don’t bite,” Engie replied. “Whether that’s ‘cause it can’t or don’t want to, I don’t know. And so far it’s not been aggressive. Teleporting it around ‘til it’s real big might change things though, can’t know ‘less we try.”

“Maybe don’t do that quite yet.” They’d just finished cleaning up the mess made by the big bread monster Soldier had inadvertently created like a week ago. The paperwork in particular had been a pain in the ass for Pauling. It was too soon to potentially deal with all that nonsense again. “Have you tried making sourdough bread with it yet?” That seemed the next logical step to her. To see if it would create a different kind of monster or perhaps just make normal bread or probably more likely something inedible that resembled bread.

Summary: Character A finds a cool new food to try, Character B is intrigued too… and Character A's brain goes, "SHARED INTEREST YAY! / I CAN INTRODUCE THEM TO SO MUCH COOL STUFF YAY!", cue finding every unusual food and drink (or at least ones with unusual flavourings) in the area which Character B hasn't tried before, until Character B gets a bit overwhelmed and has to ask Character A to stop.

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The pickle flavored soda had been interesting and surprisingly pretty good but every other novelty flavored soda Scout had brought back and given to Heavy to try had been increasingly terrible. This ‘bacon and eggs’ flavor was a new low.

Heavy placed the bottle back onto the table. “Tastes like poison.” And he would know because some of Medic’s experiments on him included making him immune to various poisons and thus he’d needed to consume them to test it.

“Oh?” Scout picked up the bottle and took a big swig of it. “Hmm… I kind like that one.” Seems all that Bonk he drank had ruined his taste buds. “What about this one?” He reached down to pull another glass bottle out of his cooler to hand to Heavy.

Squinting at it, Heavy held it up where he could read the label. The stylized lettering made it a bit difficult but the graphic of the shrimp underneath it made reading it unnecessary. Shrimp was a perfectly fine food on its own or in various dishes but why would anyone think to make it a soda flavor? How would one even go about distilling the flavor of shrimp into something that could be used to flavor things in general? Was it even safe to do so?

“No.” He handed the bottle back. “Too much, too far.”

“I’m sure it’s not that bad.” Scout pulled the bottle opener over and popped the lid off. The hiss it let out came accompanied with a vaguely fishy smell that was strong enough to make its way all the over to Heavy. If not for the advertised shrimp flavoring he would’ve assumed the soda had gone bad. Despite that Scout took a swig without hesitation. He looked thoughtful as he lowered it, smacking his lips. “Okay uh… maybe this one is crossing the line a little bit. You sure you don’t want to try it?” He held it up in offer once more.

Heavy had to lean back from it as it being closer made the smell stronger. “I’m sure. Bring back pickle flavor. That one good.”

Summary: I want a Medicest tooth rotting fluff. Like they were just finished fighting in the matches. And they are cuddling. And Blu Medic is the big spoon.

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Ludwig was awake but not particularly inclined to get out of bed. The warm solid weight of Fritz was still pressed against his back. Asleep, his breathing was deep and slow, soothing.

As long as he was quiet, Ludwig could extricate himself without waking him. He’d always been a heavy sleeper so it wouldn’t even be hard. There was stuff that needed doing, experiments in the lab fridge to check on and the birds’ feeding time was still an hour or so away but still soon, so Ludwig should get up. … Or he could continue to lie here for a little while longer.

Summary: Characters spontaneously decide to go and look at an interesting thing which is up a lot of steps, then realise that they have to either go back down all those (icy) steps or try to find a less perilous way down... cue over an hour of wandering around and trying not to fall over.

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Demo glared down at the stairs as if that might somehow make them less of a problem. Coming up here had been a mistake, one Engie should’ve known not to make and had been hesitant to but Demo, backed by Pyro, had been insistent that it would be fine and thus worth the effort. They were somewhat correct in that the view from atop the old castle’s battlements of the area around Coldfront’s base was indeed gorgeous. It had felt worth it right up until it became time to head back down.

Engie’s legs still burned with the effort of the climb. The cold air, turning his breath into mist, only served to sap his strength further. He’d never been a fan of the cold. It was still fairly early in the day though so they didn’t have to worry too much about the sun setting anytime soon. A pretty big blessing in the grand scheme of things.

Pyro sat on the top stair and put his head in his hands. How he’d gotten up here with that dang suit on was a mystery but he always seemed to get around just fine it. Without it he’d probably have been just fine to head back down.

“You think there might be another way down?” Demo asked as he shifted his gaze onto Engie. “One with less ice and whatnot.”

Engie shrugged. “Could be.” Though if there was such a way down it would likely be on the further side of the castle, putting them further away from base. Meaning the trek back to it would likely be worse than just taking the steep icy stairs back down.

“Why even build a bloody castle atop a mountain? Especially one this big?”

“Because it’s cool,” Pyro chimed in, kicking their legs. “I like it.”

Demo huffed. “Yeah, I guess. I’m gonna go look for other ways down.”

Summary: Make Scout and Sniper get into a physical fight, thats the request

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How the BLU Scout managed to get all the way up here without Sniper or anyone else spotting and stopping him was mystery. But here he was, fish in hand. Too close to properly aim the sniper rifle, Sniper drew his own melee weapon, barely dodging the BLU Scout’s first swing as he did so. He was not dying to that damn fish again.

One trip through Respawn later

“Got killed by the fish again, huh?” RED Scout had seemingly been waiting right on the other side of the Respawn doors just to taunt him.

Sniper didn’t dignify his nonsense with a response as he continued past him and back towards the battlefield.

Scout fell in step with him. “Look man, I’m telling you, you gotta bring your own fish to the fight. That’s the only way it’s a fair duel.” He pulled out his own fish as an example.

“Are you two teaming up with this fish thing?” The two of them had started using the fish at the same time as far as Sniper could tell. “What are you trying to accomplish?”

Summary: One character is ill (chronic illness flare-up?) all through a holiday and can't leave the hotel room (hopefully the other(s) can take loads of photos even in the 1960s/70s, as well as bringing back souvenirs).

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Having nothing to do grated against Pauling's every instinct. For years she’d been kept busy, rarely given a proper break and the ones she did take had been a day at most. She’d liked it that way. Such was no longer her life though. The Administrator was dead and her ambitions that Pauling had worked so hard to achieve, had proven to be meaningless in the end. Leaving her with far too much time on her hands. Enough that she’d had no reason to decline the invitation to join the boys plus Zhanna on their vacation.

Except she was sick now too, leaving her lying on the bed in the hotel, staring up at the ceiling and feeling bad. Physically and mentally. She’d been getting sick more often lately. All the years of near non-stop work catching up to her according to Medic. He knew what he was talking about too both as a doctor and a hypocrite who did the same exact thing. Meaning Pauling should take more breaks to circumvent more such misery in the future.

What did people who took frequent breaks even do though? How was she supposed to live her life if it wasn’t focused on work? Did any of it even matter anymore? She’d work so hard for the Administrator for so long, believing her end goal would be something massive, something worth doing. It hadn’t been though and now she was dead and Pauling was adrift in the sea of life. Adrift and sick on top of that. Ugh.

With a groan, she rolled over to check the clock on the wall. It was getting late. The boys would probably be back soon. Hopefully they at least had fun. If she was lucky they would come into her room and tell her about their first day. Hopefully tomorrow she’d feel well enough to join them otherwise what was even the point in her being here?

They might go out drinking though and/or go straight to their rooms upon returning. Which meant she shouldn’t lie here, waiting for them. In fact, she’d probably be better off just assuming that they…

A knock sounded on her door. It was loud and forceful.

“Come in.” Her voice croaked a little but it was strong enough to be heard through the door.

It opened and in marched Zhanna. “We took photographs. Lots.”

Everyone else flooded in behind her, quickly filling the room. “We haven’t had time to develop them yet,” Demo said,” but I’m sure we’ll find someplace for that sooner than later.”

“In the meantime we also bought some cool souvenirs,” Scout added.

“Overpriced tat, mostly,” Spy said. “But sure, I suppose some of it isn’t as bad as the rest.”

Summary: Not Enough Beds, but one character consistently finds/improvises something else to sleep on rather than share.

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The motel was dingy and awful all by itself but the added horror of there being only two rooms available – totaling three beds as only one room had two – to split between all nine of them was the final nail in the coffin for it earning the title of Spy’s least favorite place on Earth. Sniper, as always, claimed the camper van’s bed first. A claim Spy couldn’t contest as the van belonged to Sniper. Unlike last time they’d encountered such a problem, other accommodations were unfortunately not available.

“You can sleep with me and Engie,” Pyro volunteered with a raised hand. “I don’t mind sleeping at the foot of it.”

“Thanks, but no. It’d still be far too crowded.”

“Ooh, ooh, I will take you up that,” Scout said, drawing Spy’s attention to the room’s entrance as he reentered it. “Soldier gets cuddly when he sleeps and it’s about a fifty/fifty on whether he ends up cuddling me or Demo and it’s weird.”

Soldier marched in behind him, wearing pajamas that were a size or two too small. “There is nothing weird about cuddling, maggot. It might even save your life one day. If you’re really such a coward though…” he approached Spy and clapped him on the shoulder hard enough to hurt a little, “you, sir, can join us instead. I promise I will keep you warm in the dead of night.”

Spy grabbed his hand and moved it off his shoulder. “No thanks. I would prefer a bed to myself.”

Engie, already seated on one of the beds scoffed. “Unless ya mean to break into someone’s home and sleep in their guest bed, I don’t think that’s gonna happen tonight.”

“Hmm… that’s not a bad idea actually.” Chances of anyone having a nice guest room in this wretched little town were low but anything was better than sharing a bed with two other people in this dirty motel.

Engie raised an eyebrow. “Well, I suppose long as you don’t get caught, it’s fine.”

“I assure you, that won’t be problem.” To prove his point and for dramatic effect, he activated his invis-watch.

Summary: Replying to a relative's letter after far too long.

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The letter was still there on Scout’s desk, held in place by the snow globe paper weight Ma had gotten him for Christmas the prior year. Next to it, its corner under that same snow globe paper weight, was the reply. Bereft of words other than the opening, it was a constant reminder of his inability to just sit down and write a simple letter. … Or no, not constant, as soon as he left the room he’d forget about it again. Out of sight, out of mind.

Gritting his teeth, he sat down and pulled it over. He knew what he wanted to say so it shouldn’t be so hard. Words, writing and reading, always were though. He was stupid like that.

Rooting around in the desk drawers eventually produced a pencil. Broken and unusable. With a sigh, he continued searching. He had a sharpener somewhere, right? Where? Had he taken it out? Forgotten it elsewhere?

The drawers were mostly full of papers. Other letters, only some of them replied to, and loose paper he’d sketched or intended to sketch on. Another thing he’d been meaning to do for a while was organize it but of course still hadn’t gotten to. Leaving him with no choice but to search through it until he found a pen. Pulling it out, he scribbled on one of those loose pieces of paper. … Dead and dry, it left not even a single ink mark on the page. How long had it been in there for? Probably ages.

Summary: Part 1 (Technically 2) Demoman reconcile with Blu Solider Part 2 (Or this can be mash/mixed with part 1) Soldiers talks with demo about magic (This can go either two ways, 1 Soldier knows absolutely nothing about it and referes to it as "Brain Magic" or 2 Soldier surprisingly knows a lot about it, maybe even more then medic)

[A/N] A continuation of chapter 137.

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“I didn’t call ya a civilian.” Demo had said as much before but it didn’t hurt to say it again because it remained just as true.

Soldier huffed and crossed his arms as he took a step back. He didn’t pull his rocket launcher back out though so he was still willing to listen. Given the fact that they were supposed to be fighting – key word being ‘supposed to’ because they were instead locked in a classic Tuefort stalemate – was saying something. Apparently maintaining the sewer room truce was still acceptable to him. “You did too. I saw the video.”

“It was a bloody fake. I told you that already.”

“Nope. I saw it with my own two eyes and heard it with my own two ears. Miss Pauling’s a true red blooded American, she wouldn’t lie to me.”

Upon that first being revealed, Demo had given up. Her involvement with Soldier too made things tricky largely in that it revealed why the intervention had been made in the first place. She was playing both sides and thus presumably so was the Administrator. Not super surprising but still also not something Demo wanted to poke at if he could help it. He had backup now though and Engie supposedly had an in with the Admin if he did get caught hanging out with the BLU Soldier again. Also there was additional motivation; the promised payment and a little bit of curiosity about the BLU Medic’s magics. Mostly it was about Soldier though. And so he didn’t back down this time.

“I never said she would.” Technically he hadn’t said that. If he did though, how likely was he could convince Soldier she was a liar? Maybe he could say she was a commie spy? That would probably cause all sorts of problems though when he inevitably accused her of it, ultimately resulting in all of this getting back to her.

“Are you saying she was tricked too?” Soldier’s face was unreadable, especially with the helmet overshadowing it, but for the first time he sounded open to the idea of hearing more.

“Aye. She was tricked too. I never called you a civilian. Someone wanted to separate us so they made a bloody fake video of me bad mouthing you and sent it Miss Pauling so she’d show it to you.”

“But who… Wait! Merasmus!” He drew his shotgun and looked around as if Merasmus might pop out at any second even though Halloween was months away.

Demo looked around too for a moment. No one was around. The sewer rooms weren’t exactly private but not many folk on either team really like to come down here. It wasn’t a proper sewer but that didn’t mean the water was particularity fresh or clean either. “You know Merasmus too then?”

“Correct! We were roommates for a little while. He hated me because he seemed to think I was responsible for his old castle getting overrun with raccoons. I have absolutely no idea where he got that idea from but he’s always had it out for me because of it.”

Wasn’t that what the RED Soldier had done? Roomed with Merasmus and then turned their shared castle space into a raccoon sanctuary. Had Merasmus really ended up rooming with BLU Soldier after and hadn’t realized he was a different person? Interesting.

“He would do something like this!” Soldier continued. “Shitty wizard! Come out Merasmus! We got a score to settle!” His shout echoed in the tunnels.

Naturally, there was no response. Merasmus wasn’t involved and was thus presumably wherever he went when it wasn’t Halloween time. No need to tell that to Soldier though because he finally believed Demo hadn’t called him a civilian.

“If you was roommates with a wizard, you know anything ‘bout magic?” Probably not but it didn’t hurt to ask.

Soldier looked back down at him. “Lots. Medic’s a wizard too so I’m technically still roommates with a wizard… sort of. Teammates anyway. He’s a better wizard than Merasmus ever was.”

“Interesting. Tell me more?” If he could get the info on BLU Medic’s magic from Soldier that would eliminate the need to sneak around and steal it.

Summary: One of the mercs declines to participate in a work social activity; everyone assumes they're either upset/angry about something, protesting in some manner, or "socially overwhelmed" - nope, they just don't find it interesting this year.

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“What do you mean you’re not going to be there?” Scout asked.

“I mean, I ain’t gonna be there,” Engie replied. In the hopes of cementing that as the end of the conversation, he turned away to to resume his organization efforts. Chances were he wasn’t going to be getting his workshop perfectly organized but anything more than it was now would be an improvement.

“But it’s Thanksgiving! Basically everyone’s gonna be there and like half of them aren’t even American.”

Engie didn’t bother to turn to look at him as he replied. “Most of them are going for the alcohol and Sniper’s going ‘cause you two are practically dating at this point."

“What? No we’re… it’s… shut up. It’s an American holiday and you’re American so you gotta come. Spy’s the only other one who said ‘no’. I guess he kinda gets a pass for being French or whatever but you really wanna be like him?”

The tool box made a loud thud and clatter as Engie dropped it on the work. He opened it to start taking stuff out. “Yup.”

“Why?”

“Just ain’t interested.” Like most Americans, he’d grown up celebrating it but it hadn’t meant much to him since childhood.

Scout was silent for several long seconds, long enough to almost give Engie hope of him having dropped it, only almost though. “Are you like mad at someone whose gonna be there and you don’t wanna be in the same room? Who is it? I won’t tell, promise.” A promise he wouldn’t keep because no one on the team could be trusted to keep team based gossip to themself for long.

“Nope. I just ain’t in the mood. Y’all have fun though.”

“Is it me then? What’d I do?”

“Nothing, I just got other stuff I’d rather be doing than sitting around eating food I don’t even particularly like.”

Summary: scenario where engineer meets a former someone he used to know, except they look different. No longer the boney shy kid, but a muscular and hyper persom… they cant possibly be the same person…. right?

[A/N] I assume the commenter is thinking of Soldier. So I decided to write their first meeting as kids because it let me explore my headcanon that Soldier is a trans man and that his birth name is 'Jane Doe' and that he's just comfortable with that name so he doesn't change it. It's a man's name because he's man, kinda thing.

Speaking of which though, I don't know if this would be a problem for anyone but just in case, better safe than sorry and give a warning. It's written from Dell's POV (calling him that because he's a kid here) who initially perceives Jane as a girl. And thus for the first half of the drabble he's misgendered but it gets corrected without issue.

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The playground was much the same as any of the others Dell had been too. Both in terms of the stuff to play on – swings, slide, monkey bars – and in the way the kids presently playing on it grouped up and excluded at least one kid. Said kid in this instance was seated one of the benches that the parents were supposed to sit on, seemingly watching the others play. That was perfect though because loners were easier to approach.

Dad had come here to make business connections and thus Dell should do the same. Its why Dad dropped him off at the playground; to socialize while he went and did job stuff with people. So, taking a deep breath, Dell walked over to the bench. “Howdy!”

Her hair was long and matted, hanging down enough to partially obscure her face as she looked up at him. “Hi.”

He lifted a hand for a business like handshake. If he was going to be like Dad and Grandpa one day, he needed to practice. “I’m Dell Conagher!”

She hesitated for a moment before accepting it. Her hand was thin, her grip soft. That was bad, right? Or maybe that’s how girls were supposed to do it. “Jane Doe. And um… it’s a boy’s name ‘cause I’m a boy.”

Dell looked him up and down again. “Why you dressed like a girl then?”

“’M’not. Boys can wear dresses.” He didn’t sound confident in that but well, it made sense, right? There was no logical reason why a boy couldn’t wear a dress if he wanted to.

“Okay. If you’re a boy though, when you shake someone’s hand you gotta do it harder. That’s what my Dad taught me. It’s a business thing.” Though what exactly that ‘business’ entailed, Dell still wasn’t allowed to know yet but hopefully one day soon he’d be trusted with it.

“Oh um… okay. Like… give me your hand.” Jane lifted his hand for another shake. Dell took it. This time Jane’s grip was more of a squeeze, tight enough to be almost painful. He shook Dell’s hand hard enough to jostle his arm up and down. “Like that?”

Taking his arm back, Dell nodded. “Yeah, like that.” Probably anyway. If a firm grip was good, a painful one had to be better, right? Because it was super firm.