#001. thread

        “  i’m home!  ”   setting her sword down carefully, connie turned to look around for a moment, a playful smile on her face. she jumped onto her bed, hearing a light rustling, and peeked underneath it, letting out a soft hum when she saw that nothing was there. of course! she should have known better! listening carefully for another sound, connie turned, spotting just who she was looking for, perched upon her bookshelf, and she let out a laugh. 

     “  looks like things are coming along pretty good, huh peedee?  ”   fryman observed the new window that they’d had installed to what had PREVIOUSLY been the mayor mobile with some pride. when peedee had come to him with the suggestion of opening a food truck, he’d initially been skeptical, but.. well, he’d come around pretty quickly. peedee wanted to expand the business, try something new! he was PROUD of that. so, he’d put in the work to help him out. 

“welcome to fish stew pizza, what can i get for you today?” 

a hefty sigh broke out of the lips of the young teenager as she picked up her notepad, lifting her gaze to look at the gem who had just entered. it would appear that being a budding rock star didn’t in fact excuse her from picking up kiki’s shifts in the shop when her twin was feeling under the weather. honestly, there was a great deal of things she would much rather do, but.. needs must! 

things were progressing as normally as they ever did in beach city. peedee was feeling.. pretty bored, all things considered. they hadn’t really had much traffic today, and he let out a small sigh as he stood at the counter, palm pressed against his cheek. with few tourists, it was rare to get customers this time of year, but.. as always, he was proud to help out.

as a shadow appeared and blocked his sunlight, peedee looked up, only to pause when he saw the boy standing there, his eyebrows slowly rising upwards. that sure was some.. interesting choice in clothes. still.. none of his business. 

        staring blankly at the boy in front of him, greg could hardly believe it. he hadn’t seen his son since he was a baby, stolen from his life by who the crystal gems called the diamonds. he’d spent countless hours wondering what his son would look like, how he’d act and how he’d sound -- if he was even ALIVE. he’d always hoped one day he’d get to see him again, and he couldn’t mistake that head of hair anywhere. he knew -- he simply.. KNEW. 

now that greg didn’t really need to be at the carwash 24/7, he’d found a lot of free time to partake in his hobbies again. being rich certainly had its perks, but greg could never bring himself to closing down the carwash or just.. handing it over to somebody else. the old place meant a lot to him, so he still found himself there, washing cars and using this as a sort of.. hobby of sorts. still, with the summer rush, he was quickly finding himself a little.. overworked. he wouldn’t complain, he never did.. but he’d never turn down the offer of help, either. 

so, when he spotted a gem approaching, he offered a friendly smile. it was still odd, getting used to so many gems around the city, but he was glad they were settling in okay. 

hearing a knock at the door, doug looked up from where he had been flipping through his newspaper, slightly surprised. he’d gotten the night off from work.. but with connie and his wife out of the house for a little while, things were surprisingly quiet. heading to the door, he unlocked it and swung it open, only partially surprised to see steven stood in the doorway, that pink lion of his not too far behind. 

ah jeez -- he was really doing this, wasn’t he? --- they’d had a brief encounter, with ronaldo critiquing everything about his space pirate attire, but other than that.. lars had tried to keep his distance. he was still.. re-adjusting, but he wanted to make things better. he wanted to BE better. but this was.. a big ol’ can of worms he hadn’t touched in a long while. sucking in a deep breath, lars moved up to the window of the fry shop, looking down at peedee, scratching the back of his neck, awkwardly.