#bdrpdash

@theincredibledash

Dash had gotten into a fight at school. Dash had gotten detention. Dash had been grounded. Dash’s grounding was now over. Dash deserved to celebrate.

Now, don’t get Bob wrong. The whole fighting thing was--deep sigh--bad. It was disappointing. It was concerning. It made Bob feel helpless, not knowing what it was Dash needed from them. He blamed himself, as all good parents do, wondering if it was the moving. If it was the stifling of magic.

But, Dash had served his time and now, like any criminal, was out on parole. And Bob was said parole officer. 

And said parole officer had decided it was time for ice cream. 

“Now, don’t tell Mom,” Bob told his eldest boy conspiratorially, as he steered him by the back of the neck into the garage and unlocked the car. He gave Dash a friendly little shove towards the passenger seat and they both clambered into the family car. “She’ll kick your ass, then mine, and then, I’ll kick yours too,” he said this as he started up the car and pulled out of the garage.

@dashiellrobert-parr

Today, Maui had been assigned to the stables. They were working on bringing back in the horses from the stables they had sent some of them to outside of Swynlake when all of--everything--had started going to shit. Before they could bring the horses home, though, they had to make sure everything was stable (no pun intended.) 

Which meant going around to each stall and wiggling each plank of wood. It was tiring, but it was good work. Kept him busy. 

He saw someone walking by and he was up on a ladder, holding a few nails between his teeth and an old board that he’d just wiggled out.

“Hey! Can you grab me a new plank?” he asked the passerby, wiggling the old one in their direction. “Oh!” One of the nails fell out of his mouth and clinked to the ground. “You’re that--you were...a-a tribute, weren’t you?” 

@dashiellrobert-parr

Go Go's eyes flirted around her computer screen. She clicked the refresh button again multiple times, as if he might have replied back if she clicked it for the hundredth time. He didn't and Go Go groaned under her breath. It had been going fine, and Go Go was looking forward to a loan for her project. Sure Harold De Vil had somewhat of a reputation, but he had seemed cordial when she first talked to him.

So, back to her solid 'job'. Tutoring. She had a new student today, in calculus  which was easy enough. The derivatives and integrals always got parents angsty, seeing that it wasn't something that you could exactly learn, yet there was a fair bit of formulas interwoven. Lots of conceptual stuff, generally speaking.

Go Go's materials were already set up around her laptop at the empty table. She was glancing up every now and then, when she finally saw a youngish looking blondie. A half-wave, in case it actually wasn't who she was looking for. "Are you Dash Parr?"