Margret opened her mouth, then closed it. "Oh..." Now that was surprising. They were moving awfully fast, weren't they? Just how long had they known each other? Maurice certainly didn't bring him up at Thanksgiving...though she honestly hadn't given him much of a chance.
Hadn't he had a broken arm two weeks ago? She squinted at it.
Maurice suddenly sat up and challenged her with his eyes. "He doesn't have anywhere to live in this dimension, Momma. I love him and I'm not gonna let him stay in some crappy motel in Dogtrot! He'd get eaten alive!"
Margret stared back at him for a long moment before sinking back down, petting Big Cat too hard. "Good boy."
He really did love that skinny little redheaded boy, didn't he?
Part of him wanted to stand up and mention traditional values and all that since one party was dead there wasnt...so much of a problem? But. Maybe he should just keep his mouth shut on that. Best not upset her more.
"I dont take up too much room anyways and, well...dont really have a job in this neck of the woods either. I really appreciate it." Sleeping on Maurice was comfier than just on the cab seat anyways. But he wont mention that either.
It had been surreal fumbling through his own job ever since he got back. After so many years of doing NOTHING but fighting monsters and trying not to die, fixing cars was cake once he got back into the grove. Even Mr. Corey noticed that he'd picked up the pace. He didn't even have time to bicker with Meranda.
"He's right, Momma, I can just stick him between the fridge and the wall and you don't even know he's there!" Maurice forced a broad, jagged grin. "There's new stores poppin' up down town every day. He'll be back on his feet in no time."
Margret still couldn't help but puff out a concerned sigh. She was Maurice's mother and very much like him. She wanted to help them, but they were by no means a rich family.
Admittedly Hanna might have more of a market for the paranormal down here but without a doctor to fix him up when he needed it, he wasnt so sure about it. Perhaps some asking around was in store for him. And maybe getting more business cards...
"Im not picky when it comes to work anyways. Just, nothing in food. I'd catch thr kitchen on fire waiting tables." Which reminds him..."though, Maury's been teaching me how to cook!"
"Is he!" Margret finally broke into a grin again. She leaned forward with her hands on her knees. Big Cat nearly fell onto the floor. "What'r yall makin'? Has he showed you how to make spaghetti yet?"
"That's the first thing I did when we met, actually." Maurice finally stared to grin, remembering Hanna mistaking him for a Pretty Lady and then failing all over himself when he introduced him to Morrigan. "I don't even remember how it came up...but it was something I knew I had to do."
"You did learn somethin', didn't you?" Margret grinned wolfishly, enjoying ribbing her son. And it brought her joy to know that the one who'd stuck closest to her after all this was passing on good family traditions instead of the...not-so-good ones.
"I cant really remember either but it was definitely necessary. I probably would have starved without cup o noodles if he hadn't helped me out. Though admittedly the first few times were a disaster. And then..." Hanna paused, staring at the cat in his lap, orange and reminding him of the lost pumpkin bread. "The disaster at the bottom of the river. May that pan never see the light of day again."
He nods enthusiastically though, sure hes actually improved at least a little. "Its been good for me. I've been alone so long its a wonder i didn't waste away. Microwave meals and sandwiches only go so far."
"Th-- the river!" Margret burst out in a fit of hen-like cackling. "Ya'll went and dumped it in a river?"
"Momma, you know I can't bake!" Maurice was grinning even though he was trying not to. "I was tryin' so hard to impress him back-- back before I asked. Him out. And I didn't know what I was doing."
"Bless your heart!" Margret dabbed at her face. Suddenly she looked concerned. Marice was turning purple again. "What's th' matter with you?"
"I think we forgot something, but hell if I know if we did. I can't bake either. The fact that it looked bread-like was impressive in itself really. even if it was like, hideous and tasted like, I dunno, sin?" He is able to laugh though, nodding as he recalls just how hard Maurice had tried. It was cute when he was able to look back on it since at the time he hadn't even realized what had been going on.
In any case, when Maurice turns to look at him, his grin grows, nodding towards him. "You're turning fun colors again. Watch this..." Hanna gestures for Margret to pay attention and leaves the gentlest kiss on Maurice's cheek, oh so delicate and sweet. "He's a purple people eater."
LUCKILY Maurice wound up in Ruby City before he could do any actual people eating in the House of Doors.
But there was no time to stop it. He had started to explain himself but NERD BOY beat him to the punch and as soon as his lips made contact, Maurice let out a squeak. NOT IN FRONT HIS MOM!!! His eyes shot back over to his mother. Things were happening so fast.
Margret, meanwhile, just watched it all unfold. There had been some doom and gloom voice in the back of her head trying to convince her that it wasn't true. That her son wasn't actually happy. That he was putting on some weird charade in order to cover up something worse.
But now Maurice looked like a grape and also like he was getting ready to explode and she hadn't seen him do that since she tried to kiss him goodbye while he was on his way to the bus when he was a kid.
"It's cool. He's not so scary, I've totally got it all covered." He says in what could possibly be the most confident tone he's said anything in the history of ever. His smile is more relaxed than the previous grin too, settling in his seat again. With cat in hand and Maurice at his side, he was starting to relax and that made everything so much easier.
"You know, I've heard a little about you but I'd kind of like to hear it from you. You're a lot different than my mom was, so I'm a little curious."
Don't you dare pout Maurice. Also gross, man. He doesn't want that. He thought you did. He'll just, lean a litle more heavily Maurice's way because that might help his grumpy lump sitting next to him.
"Oh, yanno. things about you, about your life, all that good stuff. I heard you wrestled an alligator once!" Que him getting way too fucking excited as he said that last part, eyes lighting up and everything.
That was Maurice's meaningful contribution. He made no move to squirm away.
The old woman leaned back in her chair and puffed a laugh. "I did. It wadn' legal but it was good eatin'." She squinted over at Maurice wondering just how much he's told about her. "I trucked for a long, long time before I met Maurice's daddy. I've seen a lot of things, but I aint never seen nobody turn that shade 'a purple before."
She tried to stretch her foot out to push at Maurice's boot but he pulled away from her.
"All depends on whatcha wanna know. I sure aint gone to other worlds and don't know no magic...but I got a vampire for a son. And a magician too, looks like."
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Hadn't he had a broken arm two weeks ago? She squinted at it.
Maurice suddenly sat up and challenged her with his eyes. "He doesn't have anywhere to live in this dimension, Momma. I love him and I'm not gonna let him stay in some crappy motel in Dogtrot! He'd get eaten alive!"
Margret stared back at him for a long moment before sinking back down, petting Big Cat too hard. "Good boy."
He really did love that skinny little redheaded boy, didn't he?
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"I dont take up too much room anyways and, well...dont really have a job in this neck of the woods either. I really appreciate it." Sleeping on Maurice was comfier than just on the cab seat anyways. But he wont mention that either.
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"He's right, Momma, I can just stick him between the fridge and the wall and you don't even know he's there!" Maurice forced a broad, jagged grin. "There's new stores poppin' up down town every day. He'll be back on his feet in no time."
Margret still couldn't help but puff out a concerned sigh. She was Maurice's mother and very much like him. She wanted to help them, but they were by no means a rich family.
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"Im not picky when it comes to work anyways. Just, nothing in food. I'd catch thr kitchen on fire waiting tables." Which reminds him..."though, Maury's been teaching me how to cook!"
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"That's the first thing I did when we met, actually." Maurice finally stared to grin, remembering Hanna mistaking him for a Pretty Lady and then failing all over himself when he introduced him to Morrigan. "I don't even remember how it came up...but it was something I knew I had to do."
"You did learn somethin', didn't you?" Margret grinned wolfishly, enjoying ribbing her son. And it brought her joy to know that the one who'd stuck closest to her after all this was passing on good family traditions instead of the...not-so-good ones.
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He nods enthusiastically though, sure hes actually improved at least a little. "Its been good for me. I've been alone so long its a wonder i didn't waste away. Microwave meals and sandwiches only go so far."
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"Momma, you know I can't bake!" Maurice was grinning even though he was trying not to. "I was tryin' so hard to impress him back-- back before I asked. Him out. And I didn't know what I was doing."
"Bless your heart!" Margret dabbed at her face. Suddenly she looked concerned. Marice was turning purple again. "What's th' matter with you?"
"Uh? Nothin'. I don't think." He looked to Hanna.
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In any case, when Maurice turns to look at him, his grin grows, nodding towards him. "You're turning fun colors again. Watch this..." Hanna gestures for Margret to pay attention and leaves the gentlest kiss on Maurice's cheek, oh so delicate and sweet. "He's a purple people eater."
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But there was no time to stop it. He had started to explain himself but NERD BOY beat him to the punch and as soon as his lips made contact, Maurice let out a squeak. NOT IN FRONT HIS MOM!!! His eyes shot back over to his mother. Things were happening so fast.
Margret, meanwhile, just watched it all unfold. There had been some doom and gloom voice in the back of her head trying to convince her that it wasn't true. That her son wasn't actually happy. That he was putting on some weird charade in order to cover up something worse.
But now Maurice looked like a grape and also like he was getting ready to explode and she hadn't seen him do that since she tried to kiss him goodbye while he was on his way to the bus when he was a kid.
"You sure you can handle all that, Carrot Top?"
"MOMMA."
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"You know, I've heard a little about you but I'd kind of like to hear it from you. You're a lot different than my mom was, so I'm a little curious."
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Margret ignored her son and titled her head. "Hear what, hon?"
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"Oh, yanno. things about you, about your life, all that good stuff. I heard you wrestled an alligator once!" Que him getting way too fucking excited as he said that last part, eyes lighting up and everything.
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That was Maurice's meaningful contribution. He made no move to squirm away.
The old woman leaned back in her chair and puffed a laugh. "I did. It wadn' legal but it was good eatin'." She squinted over at Maurice wondering just how much he's told about her. "I trucked for a long, long time before I met Maurice's daddy. I've seen a lot of things, but I aint never seen nobody turn that shade 'a purple before."
She tried to stretch her foot out to push at Maurice's boot but he pulled away from her.
"All depends on whatcha wanna know. I sure aint gone to other worlds and don't know no magic...but I got a vampire for a son. And a magician too, looks like."