Sushi is a blessing

He smiles when he hears the familiar voice. “Here’s a quote. This here is Howard. He’s family.” Warren turns away from the mic and embraces the young man. “You’re not doing that, son. Instead, let’s go find some grub.”

“oh.” Normally Howie isn’t taken back by much, being able to be swift on his feet in any situation he doesn’t usually get so shocked. But for his father figure to freely admit that he was his son made his heart clench. Chuckling a little he hugs warren back, trying to re-center himself. “Hell yes, did you see the food table? I think if they could get away with putting gold on a platter they would.”

Something about Howie made Nora feel shy, which was very odd for her. She’d always been the shy - at least before the incident, when she’d first met Victor as a young girl, but that was years ago. That was before. The smile that had been so hard to come by appeared freely as she looked up at him, her hand tucked into the crook of his arm. “Thank you, Howard. What would you like?” There were platters of food, too many options, but she did help herself to a delicate flower cupcake.

“anything with fish...Or vegetables. I’m a bit of a picky person.” More like his biology was slightly finicky on the food he could digest now. Things needed to be a certain way before he could eat them, another hurdle to deal with now that he’s not exactly normal anymore. “But you can have your own plate if you don’t want that stuff.”

Nora: I hope I don't disappoint you. You know I think you're very talented.

Nora: She sounds lovely.

Howie: whoa I'm no Picasso. Let's not inflate my ego too much babe. But you could never disappoint me. Just being you is enough.

Nora: I love tea.

Nora: I hope so. I'm a little nervous.

Nora: I would really like to meet her.

Howie: I figured you would! You just seem like a fruit tea kind of gal!

Howie: don't be. I would never judge you! You already saw my artwork, I'd love to see yours

Nora: You're so sweet to me, Howard.

Nora: I really hope you like it.

Nora: Both options sound nice to me.

Nora: :)

Howie: just call me the jelly to your peanut butter babe! The carmal to your salt! The...sugar in tea?

Howie: of course I'll like it!! Your amazing and I'm sure you'll wow me

Nora: I'm in it. Is that okay? You can bring someone if you would like.

Nora: You can wear whatever you want. Some people dress up, but not everyone.

Howie: of course it's ok!! Holy shit babe your going to be great. Ok ok now I'm excited.

Nora: Would you like to go to the ballet this Saturday?

Nora: You do not have to pay for your ticket.

Howie: I'm free this Saturday of course I'd love to come!! Is this us watching a ballet or your in it?

“But I was thinking of midnight black with like cute little abstract designs! You would look awesome!” She pouted and slid her nail stuff over to the side. “FINE! Fun sucker!” She giggled and picked up the spray bottle filled with water to wet his hair. “So what am I doing this for? Hot date?”

“Thanks but no thanks jubby. As much as I love you, I like to keep my nails paint free. It feels weird like they can’t breath when somethings on them.” He chuckles knowing Jubby wasn’t actually upset. To prove he knows he makes his index finger and his thumb into a silly little half heart. ”forgive me, sis?” He shakes his head and smiles at her, “Nah, just miss you. Figured I’d let you mess around to make an excuse to hang out with you jubby. 

LEONARD GOT WHAT HE WANTED, making sure to take half the cash and it towards the kid, wanting to make sure he got his cut before he forgot to do it at a later point. He zipped up the duffel bag and tossed it over his shoulder. His mind still counting down, which would make it roughly thirty seconds until they would get caught. Just enough time to make an escape. 

“You’re right, it’s time to leave.” He said while searching through his pockets for a set of keys. Usually he wasn’t the one that did the driving after this sort of thing, but was something he was getting used to. Having a getaway car made things easier than just trying to run and hide. “We have twenty-six seconds to jump in that van parked out front.” He smirked at the kid, a sense of pride at how well this went. 

As Len stepped outside he could hear the sirens in the distance, but he wasn’t worried. He stepped into the driver’s seat, starting it up as he tossed his bag into the back. He made sure to keep the van running, so the younger boy could just hop in.

He glanced in the rear-view mirror, seeing some of the lights appearing. His eyes looking at the other seat, only starting to leave once the kid got into the van.

Catching the wad of cash Howie quickly stuffs it into the bad, not bothering to count it. He trusted Captain to be fair with it, and he wasn’t that desperate for money. Whatever he’d gotten was probably more than enough for a while. He didn’t live a luxurious life, keeping to the minimal most of the time. Strangely, he supposes it’s instincts from being a survivor lingering.

He relaxes a hair, the only sign he was glad he was out of here. He didn’t know the exact time they had left but he had a feeling it wasn’t much now, enough for a getaway hopefully. “Got it, boss!” That was a little more time he thought they had, at least they had some time. Catching the smirk on Captain’s face he smiles back. Feeling a sense of excitement someone famous seemed proud of HIM. It was a lot, but it was an amazing feeling.

Taking the time constant to heart he rushes out of the store as fast as he can. Unfortunately, he wasn’t that much faster than the average human, just a touch faster. If he’d been in the water he’d be so much faster, but that’s not exactly the case. Opening the door he slips in and closes it, relying on Captain to get them out of here quickly.

When they start speeding away is when the excitement finally breaks through and Howie bursts out laughing. “Holy shit that was fucking fantastic, we robbed them blind! Fuck yeah!”

After the culprit behind the message had finally revealed themselves Howie had decided it was finally time to go check up on everyone who had been worried for him. Before he could even go to his family his feet had already started to direct him to Nora’s home. Once he had gotten to her doorstep he knocks on her door, hoping to god she was ok. He luckily had an option to not hide in the sewers this time, but he never stopped worrying about all his friends and family. Mind going crazy after constantly worrying about everyone.The door swings open and Howie smiles softly.