Brigitte and Lil | Backdated to April 22
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ax_mainBrigitte and Lil finish a transaction, have a serious discussion about recent events, and make their friendship official.
Brigitte held up the black shirt Lil had given her to mend, frowning. She had attached a piece of black fabric near the underarms of the fabric, creating a more modest neckline while still letting the fabric fall freely over the front. It looked.. okay. It certainly did what Lil wanted, but Brigitte fretted at the signs of false starts under the right armpit, the fabric a little strained.
Fuck. Whatever. It was done. She draped it over her left arm at knocked on Lil's door. Which she totally hadn't been loitering at. Definitely not.
Lil was working a complicated bit of lace when she heard the knock. She cursed, knit to the end of the repeat and slid all the stitches to the cord of the circular needles, because she did not need the yarn slipping off in the middle of this fucking pattern, then dumped it on the bedside table before jumping up to answer the door. God, why did people always pick the worst times to visit drop in?
"Oh, hey!" Brigitte? Definitely not who she would have expected, but Lil stepped back out of her way. "C'mon in. Come by for a fix of Canadian chocolate?"
"Um. No." Brigitte blinked, still not used to... enthusiasm. She held up the mended shirt.
Lil didn’t smile immediately as she took the top. She wasn’t much for sewing, but she did knit clothes so she took a little pride in knowing a thing or two about how a shirt should look and move. The piece Brigitte had sewn in looked straight and matched the original fabric pretty well. She flipped it inside out and took a closer look at the stitches. Small and neat with a good strong stitch. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a damn sight better than she could have done herself.
“Awesome, the boobs are safe now.” She smiled. “Okay, I gotta get money for you, plus you can help yourself to my chocolate stash if you want.”
Brigitte suddenly lost the tension she hadn't even realized she'd been holding. Lil looked happy, that had to be good, right? "I'm, um, glad to protect the boobs," she said a little awkwardly as she moved into the room.
That was a bit unexpected, especially from Brigitte. Lil cackled as she tucked the shirt into a drawer and grabbed her wallet. “It’s important stuff! Leave a guy an opening and they’ll take it, and that shirt left one fucking huge opening.”
Brigitte's brief flash of a smile turned back into a frown. "And then you rip his arms off," Brigitte said, deadpan but mostly serious. "Guys are disgusting."
“They are. I mean, there are exceptions, but they’re exceptions.” Lil pulled a twenty-dollar bill out of her wallet. She sneered. “This money is so fucking ugly. I mean, it’s green, just green, and a butt ugly green at that. Anyway, is a twenty okay or should it be more?”
"Twenty is fine," Brigitte shrugged. She hadn't really expected much of anything. The material hadn't been expensive, and while it had taken her forever to figure out what to do, that had been her fault for not getting it faster. "And I hadn't really thought about it much. I guess, it feels fake here or something."
“Like play money.” Lil handed dug out a five as well because tips were always important and added that to the sum. “So that’s the work stuff. You got receipts for what you had to buy, or know what that stuff cost?”
"Oh," Brigitte hadn't even thought to keep track of that. "It was only a couple of bucks, and I used the sewing stuff I already had, so I dunno." She looked down and tucked her hands into the sleeves of her oversized sweater. "I can try to find the receipts?"
“Naw, It’s fine.” Lil pulled out one last five and passed the cash over to Brigitte. “If you do more of this, make sure you keep them though. There are so maybe people here who are loaded and pretty much useless when it comes to practical shit like this, so charge them for the materials and then your work separately. I mean, if you do more of this. I had a guy pay me $60 plus materials to knit him a hat. Of course, he was the only one who actually hired me to do anything, but still, if they do, they can afford to pay you what you’re worth.”
"Hmm," Brigitte absorbed the information. "I doubt anyone else would want to hire the slightly less bitchy werewolf sister, but I'll keep it in mind."
Lil snorted and dropped down onto her bed. “If someone’ll hire me, they’ll sure as shit hire you. Besides, maybe you can put up something in town. We’re not supposed to get jobs ‘cause of the whole ‘not American’ thing, but a bit of under-the-table work won’t hurt anyone. But that’s enough of that talk. There’s a bunch of junk food in that bottom drawer in my desk if you want a bar or something.”
"Maybe," Brigitte mused. She hesitated a second before reaching down and riffling through, glancing up at Lil again to check it was really okay before grabbing an Aero bar. She hesitated again before pulling out Lil's desk chair and sitting down. "So," she angled her head down at the chocolate and looked up through her hair at Lil. God, she had no idea how to do this talking thing, but she'd been really freaked after Lil got kidnapped. "How are you doing?"
“Good.” Lil smiled, feeling ridiculously pleased that Brigitte was sitting there, actually trying to make conversation with her. She made a mental note (knowing she’d probably forget it in a minute) to keep that drawer well stocked. It was too good a lure. “Stuff’s going okay anyway.”
"You didn't get, um, hurt or anything when you got taken, right?" Shit, was that gonna be triggering or something?
Lil blinked. She had tucked that event away awfully quick because aside from good friends, no one had really bothered asking her that question. After all, she was the invulnerable girl while Percy and JP had gone right to the infirmary. It was surprising how good it felt to hear Brigitte ask that.
"Um, yeah. Turns out you can add saw blades and flamethrowers to things I'm invulnerable to." She shrugged. "The worst thing they did was dress me up in a fucking Playboy boy outfit, but I gotta admit, I looked pretty damn good in it."
"Shit," Brigitte blinked. "That's... intense. How did nobody die?"
"I don't know. Wynonna's a badass - you'd like her - but the others not so much so... Maybe lots of luck?" The others she either didn't know or really, really didn't want to talk to.
"I'm glad you didn't get hurt," Brigitte looked down at her lap, where her fingers were clenching around the chocolate bar. "That was- I thought it was supposed to be safe here."
Lil’s gaze followed Brigitte’s and she saw the death grip the girl had on the bar. Safe had been the promise, but Lil had only been here a couple of days when she’d learned about the bait and switch at work. Still, how could she reassure Brigitte without lying to her?
She took a deep breath. “It is, sort of. Safer than what’s out there for some of us. But yeah, I don’t know how safe we can be when the Prof’s building his little army, or when some of the kids are making sure the whole world knows they’re mutants.” Lil had kept her mouth mostly shut about that whole issue after the Murderworld mess. She was under no illusions that going around telling people ‘I told you so’ would do anything good for her. “But I got friends here, and I never had that before. Nick’s got a home, Jubes’ got family... maybe the Prof can’t really follow through with keeping the psychopaths away from us, but the other kids will fight for us. I mean, even JP, who I’m pretty sure thinks I’m the biggest pile of cowshit at the school, didn’t leave Murderworld without me.”
Brigitte bit her lip and squeezed even tighter. Fuck, those were good points, ones she hadn't even considered. They had celebrities living here, for fucks sake. "I'm glad they got me and Ginger out, but I feel more hunted now than I did when we were living in a stolen van." She gave a hollow laugh. "That was probably just me living in ignorance, though."
"Yeah, I know that feeling. I've always had my powers, and Mom was always riding my ass to keep it hidden, but I was still sort of insulated against a lot of what I've seen since I got here. Thought my biggest problems were being tall and cranky." Not that her temper wasn't a big issue, but that wasn't why she'd been kidnapped by Arcade. "I was a weird mix of afraid of getting outed and like, not even knowing why that was a problem. But Brigitte, you got me now, and you got the kids that rescued you the first time, plus my friends. Fuck the school. We'll take care of ourselves, eh?"
Brigitte didn't particularly want to be responsible for anyone other than Ginger - her sister was enough of a handful as it was - but she felt compelled to offer, "I'll try to help you, too, if I can." She hunched further down in the chair, "And I'm sorry I didn't see them trying to hurt you. If I'd known, I would've tried to, I dunno, focus on you or something."
"You can see stuff stuff like that?" Lil was confused for a moment, trying to put together what Brigitte was getting at. "I thought it had something to do with your sister, like, who she was after or something?"
Oh, yeah, Brigitte probably hadn't explained it that well. She hadn't thought it would be relevant. She tried to seem dispassionate as she described her 'gift.' "I get visions when people want to kill, how they plan to do it," she shrugged one shoulder. "It started with seeing Ginger killing dogs, and then when she wanted to kill lazerface during the rescue. But it isn't just her, I also got a vision when an infected jock tried to eat some kid." She looked off to the side. "And when I started to go feral. I saw stuff then, too."
"That's awful," blurted Lil. No way would she want a power like that. "And fuck, no worries about not seeing what was going down with us. That's not your fault - that was some off-his-rocker idiot and his psycho bitch."
Brigitte glanced back at Lil, startled. Ginger mostly treated Brigitte's powers like a joke, like something to drop into conversation just to startle the norms. It was... nice, to have someone realize that they sucked. "They do suck," Brigitte said with a small, shy smile, "but I'd rather they do some sort of good if I'm stuck with them."
"Then it's a good thing you're here because if they suck at a lot of stuff, at least they got some people who can maybe help you train and shit, so maybe you can, I dunno, make it not so awful?"
"Hmm," Brigitte said noncommittally. She didn't see how it would get better, without people wanting to kill her friends, or her friends wanting to kill people. "It's a weird thing to train for, seeing dead people. As weird as training on how to not get hurt by anything?"
"Yeah, good point." Lil frowned. "Well, if it ever gets super crappy and you need to talk, I'm here."
Brigitte wasn't likely to take her up on that, but she felt almost warmed by the offer. "Thanks. I'm shitty at talking, but, you too. If you wanted to talk about anything. I can at least listen okay."
"Deal." Because for now, that was as good as it was likely to get with Brigitte. "I'm not much for it either, or I didn't think I was until I got here. Having friends sorta changes you, you know?"
Brigitte stayed silent for a while, debating whether she was really pathetic enough to ask. "Are we friends?" She finally said, quietly.
Ooof, there was a question that hit Lil in the chest because she knew damn well how it felt not to be able to take that for granted. She nodded. "Yeah, we're friends. I like you a lot, and you've been really great about talking to me, so I think that sort of makes it a thing."
Tucking her chin in even deeper, Brigitte let that information settle. She hadn't ever had a friend before. Ginger didn't count, she was blood. Sam maybe could have been a friend, eventually. She ended up just nodding and saying, "Cool."
"Very." Lil smiled again. "I love some of the people here, but man, it get super-American sometimes until I just wanna go binge on Timbits or, or... watch hockey which... God Brigitte, if I even get that bad, shoot me." She shuddered. Anything but hockey.
"Oh god," Brigitte shuddered, as well. "Gladly. At least we missed out on the obsessive politeness. If I start saying 'sorry'," she exaggerated her long 'o' on the word, "after every sentence, you have permission to yank my tongue out of my skull."
That earned a chuckle from Lil. "I will too. I never really caught that bug, I think, saying sorry to everything and everyone. Maybe they'll take away my citizenship."
"Thank fuck it isn't genetic," Brigitte slouched a little in the chair, relaxing more. "My mom is like every Canadian and Suzy homemaker stereotype rolled up into one."
"That's a bad thing?" Lil tried to imagine her mom like that: apologetically baking cookies in pearls and heels. Nope.
"Yes," Brigitte said emphatically. "She always wanted to talk to us about boys and being nice."
"Eww. See, if my mom talked about boys it was to tell me that most of them are shitheads. And yeah, being nice wasn't big. She's like, half my size with twice my temper... People here think I'm a bitch? They should meet her." That was one thing Lil couldn't wait for - seeing her mom again. "Fuck, I miss her."
Brigitte didn't want to admit it, but sometimes she missed her mom, too. She'd just... always been there. But Brigitte didn't regret choosing to run with Ginger. Hell, it hadn't even been a choice. "Are you going home for the summer?"
"Yeah, I need to see her. Plus I got big things to tell her like, 'my boyfriend's a wolfguy,' and, 'I'm going to outer space.'" Lil almost added the bit about liking girls, but she wasnt' quite ready to let that out yet. Maybe by the time she got back from home.
"What?" Brigitte stilled slightly. "Space?"
"With Teddy?" Lil said, as if it should be a given. "He's got space Prince shit to do up there in the next few years, so I'm gonna head up too. A Prince needs bodyguards, right?"
Brigitte almost dropped the chocolate. "Seriously? I thought that alien shit was just a joke."
"Not a joke; I was there. He's a full-on Prince and future Emperor, and there's no fucking way I'm letting him go off into space with a bunch of strangers that don't know the first fucking thing about him. Besides, sorta looks good on a resume, eh?" Lil grinned.
"Your resume for the insane asylum?" Brigitte asked faintly, feeling like the universe was shifting underneath her a little.
Lil frowned a little. "Maybe not the sort of thing you can tell people I guess. Still, can you imagine? I thought I was gonna be a nothing and now I got that in my plans?"
"Jesus." Brigitte blinked rapidly and shook her head a little. "Fucking, hate groups and royalty and Atlantis and now real aliens? What the fuck is the world now." She took a deep breath. "But, yeah. That's. Cool? How are you gonna do the whole, breathing and traveling thing?"
"I haven't got a fucking clue, but Teddy's probably got a couple of years to figure that out. He'll have some big ass spaceships though, so there's that."
"Oh," Brigitte breathed out. "A couple of years? I thought you meant you were going this summer."
"Jesus Fucking Christ, no! Oh man, I got stuff to learn. I mean, Teddy told them he wasnt' going 'til he was done with his education, college and all that shit, so there's time. Naw, you and me have got to do this friendship thing first." Lil smiled. "I'm not running out on people that fast."
Brigitte looked down, a small smile growing. "That's good."
Lil didn't miss the smile, and it warmed her. She'd been intentional about becoming friends with Brigitte, so seeing it happen was rewarding. "We're gonna have to figure out some things to do when I'm back in the fall."
"Do?" Brigitte didn't really... do things. Actively, at least. "Like, what?"
"See some movies? Go shopping?" Lil scrunched up her face trying to think of more things, because what the fuck did she know about what girls did when they hung out? "Maybe you could teach me some sewing stuff."
All of that stuff cost money, which Brigitte wasn't a huge fan of, but she supposed a little spending couldn't hurt. She sternly told herself that she didn't have to hoard all her money anymore. As long as their go bags were stocked. "I mostly just watch a bunch of youtube tutorials, but if you want." The corner of her mouth quirked up. "Though I'm not sure I should be giving up a source of income like that."
Lil returned her smile. "Then you charge me for lessons." She tapped the side of her head. "There's always a hustle."
Brigitte snorted. "Well at least you'll be expecting it now. How do you feel about paying me in chocolate?" And she finally peeled open the wrapper and took a bite.
"As long as you come here to collect, I'm good. Then I get the sewing lessons and some good company."
Not sure she would ever understand Lil and her insistence on Brigitte being any kind of good, Brigitte just shrugged her agreement. "I think I can handle that."
Brigitte held up the black shirt Lil had given her to mend, frowning. She had attached a piece of black fabric near the underarms of the fabric, creating a more modest neckline while still letting the fabric fall freely over the front. It looked.. okay. It certainly did what Lil wanted, but Brigitte fretted at the signs of false starts under the right armpit, the fabric a little strained.
Fuck. Whatever. It was done. She draped it over her left arm at knocked on Lil's door. Which she totally hadn't been loitering at. Definitely not.
Lil was working a complicated bit of lace when she heard the knock. She cursed, knit to the end of the repeat and slid all the stitches to the cord of the circular needles, because she did not need the yarn slipping off in the middle of this fucking pattern, then dumped it on the bedside table before jumping up to answer the door. God, why did people always pick the worst times to visit drop in?
"Oh, hey!" Brigitte? Definitely not who she would have expected, but Lil stepped back out of her way. "C'mon in. Come by for a fix of Canadian chocolate?"
"Um. No." Brigitte blinked, still not used to... enthusiasm. She held up the mended shirt.
Lil didn’t smile immediately as she took the top. She wasn’t much for sewing, but she did knit clothes so she took a little pride in knowing a thing or two about how a shirt should look and move. The piece Brigitte had sewn in looked straight and matched the original fabric pretty well. She flipped it inside out and took a closer look at the stitches. Small and neat with a good strong stitch. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a damn sight better than she could have done herself.
“Awesome, the boobs are safe now.” She smiled. “Okay, I gotta get money for you, plus you can help yourself to my chocolate stash if you want.”
Brigitte suddenly lost the tension she hadn't even realized she'd been holding. Lil looked happy, that had to be good, right? "I'm, um, glad to protect the boobs," she said a little awkwardly as she moved into the room.
That was a bit unexpected, especially from Brigitte. Lil cackled as she tucked the shirt into a drawer and grabbed her wallet. “It’s important stuff! Leave a guy an opening and they’ll take it, and that shirt left one fucking huge opening.”
Brigitte's brief flash of a smile turned back into a frown. "And then you rip his arms off," Brigitte said, deadpan but mostly serious. "Guys are disgusting."
“They are. I mean, there are exceptions, but they’re exceptions.” Lil pulled a twenty-dollar bill out of her wallet. She sneered. “This money is so fucking ugly. I mean, it’s green, just green, and a butt ugly green at that. Anyway, is a twenty okay or should it be more?”
"Twenty is fine," Brigitte shrugged. She hadn't really expected much of anything. The material hadn't been expensive, and while it had taken her forever to figure out what to do, that had been her fault for not getting it faster. "And I hadn't really thought about it much. I guess, it feels fake here or something."
“Like play money.” Lil handed dug out a five as well because tips were always important and added that to the sum. “So that’s the work stuff. You got receipts for what you had to buy, or know what that stuff cost?”
"Oh," Brigitte hadn't even thought to keep track of that. "It was only a couple of bucks, and I used the sewing stuff I already had, so I dunno." She looked down and tucked her hands into the sleeves of her oversized sweater. "I can try to find the receipts?"
“Naw, It’s fine.” Lil pulled out one last five and passed the cash over to Brigitte. “If you do more of this, make sure you keep them though. There are so maybe people here who are loaded and pretty much useless when it comes to practical shit like this, so charge them for the materials and then your work separately. I mean, if you do more of this. I had a guy pay me $60 plus materials to knit him a hat. Of course, he was the only one who actually hired me to do anything, but still, if they do, they can afford to pay you what you’re worth.”
"Hmm," Brigitte absorbed the information. "I doubt anyone else would want to hire the slightly less bitchy werewolf sister, but I'll keep it in mind."
Lil snorted and dropped down onto her bed. “If someone’ll hire me, they’ll sure as shit hire you. Besides, maybe you can put up something in town. We’re not supposed to get jobs ‘cause of the whole ‘not American’ thing, but a bit of under-the-table work won’t hurt anyone. But that’s enough of that talk. There’s a bunch of junk food in that bottom drawer in my desk if you want a bar or something.”
"Maybe," Brigitte mused. She hesitated a second before reaching down and riffling through, glancing up at Lil again to check it was really okay before grabbing an Aero bar. She hesitated again before pulling out Lil's desk chair and sitting down. "So," she angled her head down at the chocolate and looked up through her hair at Lil. God, she had no idea how to do this talking thing, but she'd been really freaked after Lil got kidnapped. "How are you doing?"
“Good.” Lil smiled, feeling ridiculously pleased that Brigitte was sitting there, actually trying to make conversation with her. She made a mental note (knowing she’d probably forget it in a minute) to keep that drawer well stocked. It was too good a lure. “Stuff’s going okay anyway.”
"You didn't get, um, hurt or anything when you got taken, right?" Shit, was that gonna be triggering or something?
Lil blinked. She had tucked that event away awfully quick because aside from good friends, no one had really bothered asking her that question. After all, she was the invulnerable girl while Percy and JP had gone right to the infirmary. It was surprising how good it felt to hear Brigitte ask that.
"Um, yeah. Turns out you can add saw blades and flamethrowers to things I'm invulnerable to." She shrugged. "The worst thing they did was dress me up in a fucking Playboy boy outfit, but I gotta admit, I looked pretty damn good in it."
"Shit," Brigitte blinked. "That's... intense. How did nobody die?"
"I don't know. Wynonna's a badass - you'd like her - but the others not so much so... Maybe lots of luck?" The others she either didn't know or really, really didn't want to talk to.
"I'm glad you didn't get hurt," Brigitte looked down at her lap, where her fingers were clenching around the chocolate bar. "That was- I thought it was supposed to be safe here."
Lil’s gaze followed Brigitte’s and she saw the death grip the girl had on the bar. Safe had been the promise, but Lil had only been here a couple of days when she’d learned about the bait and switch at work. Still, how could she reassure Brigitte without lying to her?
She took a deep breath. “It is, sort of. Safer than what’s out there for some of us. But yeah, I don’t know how safe we can be when the Prof’s building his little army, or when some of the kids are making sure the whole world knows they’re mutants.” Lil had kept her mouth mostly shut about that whole issue after the Murderworld mess. She was under no illusions that going around telling people ‘I told you so’ would do anything good for her. “But I got friends here, and I never had that before. Nick’s got a home, Jubes’ got family... maybe the Prof can’t really follow through with keeping the psychopaths away from us, but the other kids will fight for us. I mean, even JP, who I’m pretty sure thinks I’m the biggest pile of cowshit at the school, didn’t leave Murderworld without me.”
Brigitte bit her lip and squeezed even tighter. Fuck, those were good points, ones she hadn't even considered. They had celebrities living here, for fucks sake. "I'm glad they got me and Ginger out, but I feel more hunted now than I did when we were living in a stolen van." She gave a hollow laugh. "That was probably just me living in ignorance, though."
"Yeah, I know that feeling. I've always had my powers, and Mom was always riding my ass to keep it hidden, but I was still sort of insulated against a lot of what I've seen since I got here. Thought my biggest problems were being tall and cranky." Not that her temper wasn't a big issue, but that wasn't why she'd been kidnapped by Arcade. "I was a weird mix of afraid of getting outed and like, not even knowing why that was a problem. But Brigitte, you got me now, and you got the kids that rescued you the first time, plus my friends. Fuck the school. We'll take care of ourselves, eh?"
Brigitte didn't particularly want to be responsible for anyone other than Ginger - her sister was enough of a handful as it was - but she felt compelled to offer, "I'll try to help you, too, if I can." She hunched further down in the chair, "And I'm sorry I didn't see them trying to hurt you. If I'd known, I would've tried to, I dunno, focus on you or something."
"You can see stuff stuff like that?" Lil was confused for a moment, trying to put together what Brigitte was getting at. "I thought it had something to do with your sister, like, who she was after or something?"
Oh, yeah, Brigitte probably hadn't explained it that well. She hadn't thought it would be relevant. She tried to seem dispassionate as she described her 'gift.' "I get visions when people want to kill, how they plan to do it," she shrugged one shoulder. "It started with seeing Ginger killing dogs, and then when she wanted to kill lazerface during the rescue. But it isn't just her, I also got a vision when an infected jock tried to eat some kid." She looked off to the side. "And when I started to go feral. I saw stuff then, too."
"That's awful," blurted Lil. No way would she want a power like that. "And fuck, no worries about not seeing what was going down with us. That's not your fault - that was some off-his-rocker idiot and his psycho bitch."
Brigitte glanced back at Lil, startled. Ginger mostly treated Brigitte's powers like a joke, like something to drop into conversation just to startle the norms. It was... nice, to have someone realize that they sucked. "They do suck," Brigitte said with a small, shy smile, "but I'd rather they do some sort of good if I'm stuck with them."
"Then it's a good thing you're here because if they suck at a lot of stuff, at least they got some people who can maybe help you train and shit, so maybe you can, I dunno, make it not so awful?"
"Hmm," Brigitte said noncommittally. She didn't see how it would get better, without people wanting to kill her friends, or her friends wanting to kill people. "It's a weird thing to train for, seeing dead people. As weird as training on how to not get hurt by anything?"
"Yeah, good point." Lil frowned. "Well, if it ever gets super crappy and you need to talk, I'm here."
Brigitte wasn't likely to take her up on that, but she felt almost warmed by the offer. "Thanks. I'm shitty at talking, but, you too. If you wanted to talk about anything. I can at least listen okay."
"Deal." Because for now, that was as good as it was likely to get with Brigitte. "I'm not much for it either, or I didn't think I was until I got here. Having friends sorta changes you, you know?"
Brigitte stayed silent for a while, debating whether she was really pathetic enough to ask. "Are we friends?" She finally said, quietly.
Ooof, there was a question that hit Lil in the chest because she knew damn well how it felt not to be able to take that for granted. She nodded. "Yeah, we're friends. I like you a lot, and you've been really great about talking to me, so I think that sort of makes it a thing."
Tucking her chin in even deeper, Brigitte let that information settle. She hadn't ever had a friend before. Ginger didn't count, she was blood. Sam maybe could have been a friend, eventually. She ended up just nodding and saying, "Cool."
"Very." Lil smiled again. "I love some of the people here, but man, it get super-American sometimes until I just wanna go binge on Timbits or, or... watch hockey which... God Brigitte, if I even get that bad, shoot me." She shuddered. Anything but hockey.
"Oh god," Brigitte shuddered, as well. "Gladly. At least we missed out on the obsessive politeness. If I start saying 'sorry'," she exaggerated her long 'o' on the word, "after every sentence, you have permission to yank my tongue out of my skull."
That earned a chuckle from Lil. "I will too. I never really caught that bug, I think, saying sorry to everything and everyone. Maybe they'll take away my citizenship."
"Thank fuck it isn't genetic," Brigitte slouched a little in the chair, relaxing more. "My mom is like every Canadian and Suzy homemaker stereotype rolled up into one."
"That's a bad thing?" Lil tried to imagine her mom like that: apologetically baking cookies in pearls and heels. Nope.
"Yes," Brigitte said emphatically. "She always wanted to talk to us about boys and being nice."
"Eww. See, if my mom talked about boys it was to tell me that most of them are shitheads. And yeah, being nice wasn't big. She's like, half my size with twice my temper... People here think I'm a bitch? They should meet her." That was one thing Lil couldn't wait for - seeing her mom again. "Fuck, I miss her."
Brigitte didn't want to admit it, but sometimes she missed her mom, too. She'd just... always been there. But Brigitte didn't regret choosing to run with Ginger. Hell, it hadn't even been a choice. "Are you going home for the summer?"
"Yeah, I need to see her. Plus I got big things to tell her like, 'my boyfriend's a wolfguy,' and, 'I'm going to outer space.'" Lil almost added the bit about liking girls, but she wasnt' quite ready to let that out yet. Maybe by the time she got back from home.
"What?" Brigitte stilled slightly. "Space?"
"With Teddy?" Lil said, as if it should be a given. "He's got space Prince shit to do up there in the next few years, so I'm gonna head up too. A Prince needs bodyguards, right?"
Brigitte almost dropped the chocolate. "Seriously? I thought that alien shit was just a joke."
"Not a joke; I was there. He's a full-on Prince and future Emperor, and there's no fucking way I'm letting him go off into space with a bunch of strangers that don't know the first fucking thing about him. Besides, sorta looks good on a resume, eh?" Lil grinned.
"Your resume for the insane asylum?" Brigitte asked faintly, feeling like the universe was shifting underneath her a little.
Lil frowned a little. "Maybe not the sort of thing you can tell people I guess. Still, can you imagine? I thought I was gonna be a nothing and now I got that in my plans?"
"Jesus." Brigitte blinked rapidly and shook her head a little. "Fucking, hate groups and royalty and Atlantis and now real aliens? What the fuck is the world now." She took a deep breath. "But, yeah. That's. Cool? How are you gonna do the whole, breathing and traveling thing?"
"I haven't got a fucking clue, but Teddy's probably got a couple of years to figure that out. He'll have some big ass spaceships though, so there's that."
"Oh," Brigitte breathed out. "A couple of years? I thought you meant you were going this summer."
"Jesus Fucking Christ, no! Oh man, I got stuff to learn. I mean, Teddy told them he wasnt' going 'til he was done with his education, college and all that shit, so there's time. Naw, you and me have got to do this friendship thing first." Lil smiled. "I'm not running out on people that fast."
Brigitte looked down, a small smile growing. "That's good."
Lil didn't miss the smile, and it warmed her. She'd been intentional about becoming friends with Brigitte, so seeing it happen was rewarding. "We're gonna have to figure out some things to do when I'm back in the fall."
"Do?" Brigitte didn't really... do things. Actively, at least. "Like, what?"
"See some movies? Go shopping?" Lil scrunched up her face trying to think of more things, because what the fuck did she know about what girls did when they hung out? "Maybe you could teach me some sewing stuff."
All of that stuff cost money, which Brigitte wasn't a huge fan of, but she supposed a little spending couldn't hurt. She sternly told herself that she didn't have to hoard all her money anymore. As long as their go bags were stocked. "I mostly just watch a bunch of youtube tutorials, but if you want." The corner of her mouth quirked up. "Though I'm not sure I should be giving up a source of income like that."
Lil returned her smile. "Then you charge me for lessons." She tapped the side of her head. "There's always a hustle."
Brigitte snorted. "Well at least you'll be expecting it now. How do you feel about paying me in chocolate?" And she finally peeled open the wrapper and took a bite.
"As long as you come here to collect, I'm good. Then I get the sewing lessons and some good company."
Not sure she would ever understand Lil and her insistence on Brigitte being any kind of good, Brigitte just shrugged her agreement. "I think I can handle that."
