( 'mister'. good lord. gene rolls his eyes, the perfectly put-upon attitude of an older brother takin' sass. )
Just call me Doc Hicks if you really get an urge to be formal.
( he is a doctor of veterinarian medicine, an' all medics were unilaterally known as doc in the war regardless of actual training or status. their training courses were four weeks on top of their regular paratrooper pt an' lord almighty, he learned more from takin' pillboxes at gela than he ever did in fort bragg. )
An' sure, why not. So long's you promise not to go too fast for my ol' bones an' all.
( this man jumped out of airplanes for a living, he fears no motorcycle. )
( but he stands up. reaches over for his hood (red, opaque) and hooks two fingers under the opening to hold onto it. doesn't slide it on over his head but raises it to wave it towards eugene himself. )
We'll have to take the back door. Don't want you spotted hanging 'round with a degenerate like me.
On account'a you bein' a rude little shit, ain't that right?
( but it's said, somehow, with affection. an' then the fella holds out a helmet an' gene just sort of raises his eyebrows in a 'what do you want me to do with this?' manner of look. seatbelts weren't invented in his day an' age, much less the thought of wearin' a helmet for a motorcycle crash. he ain't exactly safety avoidant, but the standards in his day were a lot lower, an' his tolerance for danger is conversely maybe a little higher than it should be. actually, probably a lot higher. )
Much as you're a soft touch, carin' about my southern belle reputation an' all, I don't rightly give one whit about none of that. C'mon, fella.
( an' then he just hooks his arm through jason's fit to drag him. nevermind that jason's a handspan taller an' easy has fifty pounds'a solid muscle on him, gene's got that alabama farmboy strength belied by his lithe frame. come on, you. )
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Date: 2020-05-14 11:39 pm (UTC)Just call me Doc Hicks if you really get an urge to be formal.
( he is a doctor of veterinarian medicine, an' all medics were unilaterally known as doc in the war regardless of actual training or status. their training courses were four weeks on top of their regular paratrooper pt an' lord almighty, he learned more from takin' pillboxes at gela than he ever did in fort bragg. )
An' sure, why not. So long's you promise not to go too fast for my ol' bones an' all.
( this man jumped out of airplanes for a living, he fears no motorcycle. )
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Date: 2020-05-15 10:48 pm (UTC)( but he stands up. reaches over for his hood (red, opaque) and hooks two fingers under the opening to hold onto it. doesn't slide it on over his head but raises it to wave it towards eugene himself. )
We'll have to take the back door. Don't want you spotted hanging 'round with a degenerate like me.
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Date: 2020-05-15 11:08 pm (UTC)( but it's said, somehow, with affection. an' then the fella holds out a helmet an' gene just sort of raises his eyebrows in a 'what do you want me to do with this?' manner of look. seatbelts weren't invented in his day an' age, much less the thought of wearin' a helmet for a motorcycle crash. he ain't exactly safety avoidant, but the standards in his day were a lot lower, an' his tolerance for danger is conversely maybe a little higher than it should be. actually, probably a lot higher. )
Much as you're a soft touch, carin' about my southern belle reputation an' all, I don't rightly give one whit about none of that. C'mon, fella.
( an' then he just hooks his arm through jason's fit to drag him. nevermind that jason's a handspan taller an' easy has fifty pounds'a solid muscle on him, gene's got that alabama farmboy strength belied by his lithe frame. come on, you. )