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"Oh no way!" he explained, attention fully on them now, "My mum's a teacher! I totes get the no time thing, she's always doing stuff, which is great for the kids and all but can get pretty intense." He often helped when he could, mostly craft projects, the proper lesson plan if he were to help would involve zero learning. "What grade do you teach? I wonder if you know my mum."
"Yeah, sometimes, for fun, y'know. Usually, I teach." Don't get them wrong, Tommy loves their job. It's fun, the students are sweet, the coworkers are great, their boss isn't a dick, like, what more could you ask for? They just wished they had more time for art but with an 7 am to 4 pm workday, plus Saturday for lesson planning and at least 3 more hours for marking homework and tests, it didn't leave much time in general.
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"Pffffttt," Mason crossed their arms, "I ain't jealous!" he said with mild jealousy, "...Okay fine maybe a lil but like in a challenging way, ya know? Gives me something to work on, so like, watch out!" At the finger gun shot, Mason staggered back, pretending to have been shot byt the coolness, a bit he would've carried on until the proposed game-off. "Oh hell yeah, wait! Oh! There's gonna be like a Pac Man Challenge in a couple weeks out I think, we can enter that!" He'd have to ask again when it was and the details but it made them grin nonetheless. "Yea, I'm on the air right now!" he held a mic out to her, "We're currently playing songs, but hey if you have a request, I can get them to chuck it on for you."
"Why's that? Jealously can be one of the biggest forms of flattery," She said with an eased shrug. "And yeah, was. But, now you're not. Though, if you want, we could always battle it out. See who can take home the title of Space Invaders Champion?" She teased, as she pulled out two finger guns from her back pocket. Mouthing the words 'pow. pow' before she blew on the ends of her finger tips. "Though aww, dang. You're on the clock? But, I thought you worked for the radio station and not the arcade?"
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"Can't tell who?" Mason questioned, concern filling them as Aiyla spoke on cake and sirens, in English and French. Neither language made her mumbles make any sense but Mason hovered around her regardless, not wanting nor willing to leave her in this state. What if she got hurt and he did nothing? Couldn't let that happen. Especially not after what he had done, even if months had passed from the event, the fact remained and he'd spend forever trying to rectify that mistake, make it up to her somehow. Nose scrunched up as her wings brushed them and made them chuckle a little, seemed like a slap albeit a gentle one, but as she began to walk back, muttering again in French about lost cats, their focus snapped back to her quick, French falling out of their lips, "Fais attention, Aiyla," he yelped, pulling her away from the road, "Par ici! Girl, you gotta be careful, come on this way, please."
Aiyla, in her sleep-like state, did not respond to the witch. Instead, she blinked and muttered nonsense in French so quick she drew a breath, sighed, and said, "I can't tell her. It won't change a thing." She tilted her head back wide-eyed and still asleep, "It might storm. The pools will stay open for the Sirens." She rambled on from her conscience and brushed past Mason with a flutter of her wings that did not lift her more than an inch before she stumbled back on unsteady feet. "I have to find my cat. La chat est perdu. Poor kitty. Lonely sad- lost girl." She turned and paced back the way she came like she couldn't decide where she needed to go-
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It was a little thing sure, really if he spent a solid time he'd like get back to the top, but Ralph's words comforted them great. "Thank you buddy! I'm grateful for ya, really am!" He didn't have siblings but he supposed this is what it would feel like to have someone stick up for them. "Cold War?" Mason questioned but listened intently, "Damnn.. yea okay, Mason also thinks you're cool! I'll send a doughnut your way too! They love that, that's what movies told me," he added that last bit in whisper to Ralph. It was smiles all round as talks turned to nicknames and hair colours, "Okay good! 'Cus I was gonna say, I already got a pretty sweet nickname. But god, yes to that, we definitely had more fun as blondes! Hey Mo, get a poll going, should me and Ralphie go back to blonde? Yay or nay. Might change up regardless, but be nice to get a vote too."
Ralph gave a very serious nod, putting his hands on his hips. "Whoever they are, they sound like a real piece a' work, ya dig it? Got me frosted. Cruisin' for a bruisin', they are. Itchin' for a switching." He did not know why they did not like Skittles, but Mason's displeasure was enough to rile him up into becoming an ally in this new quest. Throwing back his head, then, Ralph gave a laugh. "Pal, I lived through the goddamn Cold War. The feds will get ya. Ain't you ever seen a movie in your entire life? So! For any feds who are listening, Ralphie thinks you're cool and handsome." He threw an arm around Mason's shoulder. "Mo's my favorite," Ralph beamed, happy, really, that his nickname plots were playing out in his favor. He shook his head. "Hey! We can have multiple nicknames, pal. That ain't standing between us, my good-lookin' twin. The hair is, though." A hand came up to play with a lock of Mason's. "We gotta get touched up, I think. Ask the audience if we had more fun as blondes, ya dig it?"
#— convo;#c: ralph middlemas#c: ralph 005#( wait till ralph finds out it was julian and elif that beat their score! will he still be cruisin' for a bruisin'! 😤 )
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With magic and the sun gone, Mason shoulder's fell with heaviness as he gazed up at the sky. The sun would be back, as would magic, but the thoughts that clouded their head would not fade so easily or quickly, the feeling that grew within them of everything that had happened and things that likely would clung, unshakeable in their hold. Shadows of the mind stretched onto the sidewalk as the light dimmed, all in all it was a ridiculous cool thing to witness, a totality that drew in breaths and released oohs and ahhs from the folk that stepped out to see. Eyes still up but movement a bit slow, he walked ahead a little, unknowingly on cross path with Aiyla. It was just a slight bump of shoulders, but that snapped Mason's focus back to Earth. "Woah.. sorry.." Putting their glasses up, Mason blinked at her not registering what she had said till things slowly began to click. "Damn...I forgot what to do in this situation..." He gave her shoulder a light nudge, "Hey..can you hear me?"
Anywhere in town during the solar eclipse
Aiyla had developed ways to keep herself out of harm's way when sleepwalking. She had set up bells around her house, little warning systems that would hopefully wake her if she found herself in an aimless dream-like stupor, and up until now, it had been successful. Exhaustion and the unknown of the town's recent happenings...constant happenings had worn her guard down, and now the Fae was gliding aimlessly about town. Her shoes were long forgotten, and her wings folded at her back as she moved in her dreamy daze foot after foot, muttering what sounded like nonsense but was truly the memorized text from her mother's (the late fae queen, Hazal) diaries. Standing in an ebb and flow, she began to cross the street, "The cakes were terrible- I didn't think so." She sighed her shoulders heaving. "I should have told her. I can tell her. We have time."
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Rangi immediately wrapped her arms back around Mason when they relented, folding them into her embrace tightly. "It's you, I know it's you," she said, nodding. "You're here a-and I'm here. I promise." She wasn't going anywhere, and while she couldn't exactly pinpoint when Mason had become such a big part of her life, she didn't care. They were her world now, especially in this moment. "Just...just stay with me, then. I'll remind you who you are. I'll make sure you don't use it or hurt anyone else. I'll stay with you," she said, holding on tighter. "I'll stay with you as long as it takes."
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"Explains why I haven't seen you here. That's cool though, what kind of inspiration? Are you like an artist? My buddy's an artist!" Mason gave the place a look around, taking in the surroundings and not just with that was in front, pretty ocean views with sounds of fun and laughter in the background, he supposed this place could inspire people, in an artistic way and not just to beat scores way. "Not Candyman, but now I gotta, don't I? But, yeah, I do come here a lot, love the vibes of this place."
Other Skittles? So he was into guys. Good to know. "Not as often as I'd like." Despite the occasional murders and curses, Lunar Cove really was quite scenic. "I live on the other side of town but this place is good for inspiration, I guess. How about you, you come looking for Candyman often?"
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"Damn, Hero, that's cold." Mason hung their head shaking it slightly at her admittance, and to add more salt to the wound he saw the cool skittle catch, "I was high score before you! Like, okay, not knocking talent, and like no flex here but it does take a lot of skill to beat me. Super humble brag." Mood didn't stay down for long as he spoke, "If I wasn't on the clock, I would've totes challenged you to a re-match."
"Why?" Elif quirked a brow up at Mason as she tossed a skittle up in the air and caught it in her mouth. "Jealous of my high score?" She asked, having held the high score for Space Invaders all week since she had started to play it. She even started creating different pseudonyms as she tried to beat herself. But, she couldn't say she wasn't happy to have her crowning achievement acknowledged.
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"Always, my dude, you're always clever. Will we ever run out of candy options, like okay sure might not remember them all, but if we dip into the international markets, literally the world is our Milky Way." Mason didn't care if that didn't entirely make sense, smile grew wide just at the attempt alone. "On air! We could do like fun talk backs and stuff, have you on as a guest, Ralphie came one once we had a ball of a time!" A laugh rolled out at the next comment, "A few centuries, eh? Well mate you'd have to dig me up or bite me for that. Okay, alright, if win the lottery, find gold at the end of rainbow or something, I'm claiming a small share." Sure they could lower the stakes and play for a hundred or something more achievable, or even give up on the bet entirely, it wasn't like he was swimming in wealth either, but where's the fun in that? "Nah you're all good! I'll definitely come back for the title don't you worry but I'm glad you had fun too, it's nice sometimes, isn't it? To take your mind of other things for a while and zone out," he gave the other a warm smile, "Pink was bomb, for sure. And this is definitely an unpopular opinion but I dig the yellow too. Watch, now that I said it, we're gonna get texts and tweets about it. That's how the radio works. I was supposed to ask folk what their favourite games are, I think? Dunno I forgot."
He was proud of his little candy pun tirade, and smiled broadly when the other responded in kind to it. Julian’s cheeks burned with blush only once he realized the whole thing was being broadcasted to the radio, slapping a hand over his mouth. If they all thought he was a dork before… Well, he didn’t really care what most people thought of him so maybe it wasn’t bad. Unless a certain witch heard it and suddenly regretted everything between them, but he tried not to think like that. “Sometimes I can be real clever, Mase,” Julian said with an easy going shrug, “I’m just glad I didn’t run out of candy options.” There were probably more where that came from, anyway. “Be on more often? What do you mean?” His curiosity was peaked, but Julian couldn’t fathom being on the radio. What would he do or say? He supposed he at least had the face for radio. “If I had that kinda money, for sure, but maybe if we give it a few centuries we can circle back to that wager,” Julian joked. “But in all seriousness, it was fun to have something to aspire to so if you wanna reclaim your high score, by all means do! Gives me a challenge.” He let out a chuckle, “Yeah that one was good, plus starbursts are bomb! I mean the pink one? That thing is like a drug, I swear.” He nodded at their mic, “Are you supposed to be checking in or something? How does radio even work?”
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"Thanks, my dude! It's pretty sweet! And yea, you dude! You're ridin' the airways on this wonderful day. Lucky you! Huh? Attached? What'da mean?" he looked at the microphone, slightly puzzled before clicking on to what was asked, "Ohhh, it's batteries dude, I'm connected up to the station. Don't ask me how that works though, it's like real-life magic." He never knew the goings on behind the scence, and really this wasn't even behind the scenes, he could operate all the radio equipment fine so really that was enough he didn't need to know how exactly they worked. "Love that man, you do got a pretty chill vibe about you, for sure," Mason nodded in agreement as the Todd's aura radiated out, only what he was about to next didn't fall as a laugh rolled out instead, "Aight, listen that was pretty smooth not gonna lie, but damn kid, I'm like sooo much older than you, okay? And like now that I think about it, ain't you meant to be at school or something? I'm not gonna take the fall for you, okay... shit dude we have you on air! Now that's a-damn shame."
"Woah! Duuude. Sweet wheels." Todd gave Mason a genuinely impressed look up and down, flashing a sideways grin and nodding along, truly utterly lost in this moment about anything the other was even saying. "Uh, what's up, what's up! Who's on the air? Me? Word. Hey, what's this attached to?" Cocking his head to one side, he examined the microphone somewhat incredulously, trying to decipher what exactly it was picking up. Mason did not seem to have a particularly large set-up or anything, nimble as they were about it. He hummed, furrowing his brow. "Riddles? Uh, I dunno, brah. I'm sorta just...you know, chilling. Relaxing. Feelin' the vibes." He hummed. "Gimme a sec. Lemme think about it. Oh! I got one. Why's it so hard these days to find a beautiful stranger when ya need one? 'Cause I'm already out here talking to 'em. Hi there, I'm Todd. Do I get your name or should I just call you Adam? Cause a-damn shame I don't got your digits."
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Grinning from behind the door at the password, Mason unlocked it straight faced and gave a brief nod to Kitty, "Agent KitKat, welcome to aboard. We're thrilled to have you and your abilities. Come in come in." He gave the area a good look around, making sure she wasn't followed, that no one was hiding to thwart their plans. The act dropped soon enough though, excitement bounding out them in a wide grin as he ushered Kitty inside, showing the things he had acquired with a flourish. "My dude, we're gonna rock this town okay! And thank you for the duct tape too, we're gonna need that....maybe? No no, definitely will. This might be a long night bc like we gotta unwarp this choclates and re-wrap it with grapes instead," he laughed, "That's just one of the ideas. I want all your ides too though! I'm making a list of people, kinda like Santa if you will, but instead of presents it's a prank."
Kitty was dressed for the occasion of super secret prank espionage: dark jeans and a black button up with her luckiest pair of Chucks, the ones she wore to spraypaint every water tower and train she'd ever come into contact with. Rather than driving her clunker to their secret location, she'd opted to skate their instead, her shoes laced together and slung over her neck, beating against the bag on her back as she glided down the street before coming to a stop in front of the door.
"You can't handle the password," Kitty said confidently as she bent down to unlace her skates and put on her shoes instead; it was best to attempt to limit all the ways that she could bump into and break things as quickly and effectively as possible. "I come bringing knowledge and duct tape and werewolf abilities, which have never been a necessity for pranks but certainly comes in handy."
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for: noel ( @dvsconocvdo )
date & location: apr 1st, dance studio
Anyone that knew them knew April Fools was their favourite holiday, and those that didn't know Mason would also soon come to know of this fact. Not that pranks or shenanigans were limited to one day, but when there was a day dedicated for it, who was he to not take advantage of such a thing? So he had. And wonderfully he might add. The hardest part of this really was keeping composure and not letting the cat out of the bag, knowing he'd be hanging out with Noel, and knowing he had a prank for her too was an exercise in self-restraint and to distract themself, instead of blurting out the prank in store, Mason began telling her about all the other ones. "It was soo perfect, Noel! Look..." he said, laughing as they pulled out their phone to show them a car he had surrounded with shopping trolleys. "And for Efe! Oh my god, for Efe, I had my buddy stick a banner that said honk it's my birthday!" Wiping a legit tear out of their eye, he turned to Noel, trying to be serious, "You gotta pinky promise me right now not to tell it was me, okay? Otherwise I won't tell you what I did to Nico."
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— putting the chief in mischief
Happy day of fools, Lunar Cove! xoxo Squiggles
The stage was set, well, stages really. Planning for days for one day was entirely worth it for the joy the day brought Mason. Sure it was stupid and silly but with the shit this town gets put through, maybe a day where laughter and fun could be had could be beneficial for all. Or well, he certainly would make the most of it.
Slipping into bed after a long night, for once Mason was excited for the morning. With last thoughts being on how to make this a proper holiday, Soon, he drifted off into the land of slumber and schemes with a smile on their face.
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Morning came swiftly and with a scream.
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The Mahir household:
Stirring awake, he wondered what their mother had found first. Was it the cut-out of various bugs he had placed under lampshades? Or the food colouring powder he had sprinkled over her toothbrush, which would cause red teeth? These were just a couple of the many things hidden for Mason’s family to find. Donning some bunny ears, since Easter was still in the air, Mason bounded out the door, dodging the slaps that their mother attempted, laughing, already thrilled at the brilliant start to the day.
Dilan @moonglowmagic
Seeing a familiar figure exit from a store, Mason pulled out things he had stowed away to target people on the fly and quickly made their way over to Dilan. Adjusting their bunny ears and giving her a bright smile, Mason greeted her and held out a small basket of mini-easter eggs. “Happy Easter, Dilan! I was gonna stop by your place to give them yesterday but kids came over for a hunt and it took my like all my time, but I saved some for friends! And you’re here!” The story was absolutely true, the hunt had gone epically, but sadly there was hardly any leftover chocolate. “I got like a couple more deliveries to make, so I gotta run but enjoy!” Giving her a wave, Mason hopped on their Vespa, holding back chuckles until he was well out of sight. The easter eggs certainly looked the part, colourful foil and oval in shape, but the contents were not what one would assume! Getting Kitty’s help to carefully unwrap them, the actual chocolate eggs were replaced with grapes!
Efe @firefighterxefe
Having witch friends was great in general, but worked wonders when it came to pranks. This one required quickness and stealth, neither of which Mason possessed a great deal of, so why not call in for back-up? Having witch friends was great in general but it worked wonders when it came to pranks. “Put this on the car’s bumper and I got a basket of easter eggs with your name on it!” With a grin, their friend nodded and set the sign floating in the distance, inconspicuous to the driver was the only goal because yes it was strange to see a small banner floating, but funny as hell too.. Despite the car starting up, their friend managed to stick it on, and Mason immediately reaped the benefits when a few honks sounded as Efe drove off. Of course, when the sign said “Honk and wave, it’s my birthday!” you gotta do it.
Elif @cantfightmoonlight
He wasn’t always looking for people to prank as he drove around the Cove, he did have actual errands to do but of course and naturally that took a back-seat when he spotted Elif enter a building. Seeing the opportunity to possibly do a few pranks in one go, Mason parked outside and took a couple things, one of them being the basket of easter eggs, or should he say easter grapes! He tried not to laugh. Mason didn’t like repeating pranks, preferring unique ones and even specially catering to people, but he had not long ago told Dilan he had other deliveries to make, and if she were to ask again, he wouldn’t be lying when he would say he gave Elif one.
“It’s Easter!” he told the receptionist who gave a pointed look at the bunny ears, “Could I see Elif, please?”
When the receptionist headed inside, Mason took that moment to sneakily slip a whoopie cushion under a seat, even if he wouldn’t be around to enjoy it he knew it was a prank that would keep on giving.
Turning back quickly to greet her, “Hi! This might seem like a random visit, but I’m gonna take any opportunity to call you my hero and thank you so here we are! I was out doing stuff and saw you…do you work here? Because that’s cool! Works out great too because I don’t know where you live but wanted to give you this.” He held out the basket, “We had an easter egg hunt for the kids yesterday, god, they devour chocolate like nobody else! But I managed to save some for my friends. I tried to even out the numbers but I think yours has an extra one, so shh don’t tell Dilan okay?” he laughed, knowing the extra one was another grape! “Anyway, I’ll leave ya to it! I gotta get hopping…get it ‘cause I’m a bunny!” he couldn’t help the laugh, “Bye, hero!”
Eren @erenozturk
Mason didn’t discriminate between strangers and friends, on the day of pranks, everyone was a victim. Finding a lone car parked close to a store was an opportunity that he couldn’t ignore. Really it was too easy. Thankful for the car being small, it didn’t take long for them to gather shopping trolleys and place them in a circle around the car. Chuckling at the sight, he paused only to take a picture before skipping away.
Kitty @pitymisskitty
Partners in crime deserved something special. Despite having a pizza night as they both planned and schemed, Mason knew he had to treat Kitty for the help and support! What kind of friend would he be if he didn't? With a wide smile, Mason handed over a big box of doughnuts to Kitty, assorted flavours just for variety's sake. "Thanks for all the help dude, couldn't have pulled off half the things I wanted if it weren't for you! If you get the chance, you gotta go to Pizza Joe's I put a giant googly eyes on the 'O' in Joe, and more on all the poster of Joe in store. It's looks funny as hell. Enjoy the doughnuts! There's a KitKat one in there just for you!" Of course he wasn't about to tell her there were a couple of other flavours too, no, the Mayo stuffed ones were meant to be discovered on their own.
Nico @nicocastillo
To say he was waiting for this moment would be all too accurate. He didn’t have ill-will towards Nico, maybe a slight petty dislike but that formed years ago which he decided was finally time to end. “Hey Nico! Hey wait!” The yelling caused a few heads to turn, but realising it was just Mason and this was nothing out of the ordinary promptly got on about their day, heck he had cornered Nico like this before too so it really was the norm. “Don’t worry you’re not on air, but I do have something for ya!” Holding out a small box towards the other, Mason continued to talk, “So, like, I know we don’t always get along but I was hoping things could be different now? As a truce I got you this…” Inside the box were a few packets of Cheetos and four easter eggs. “Cheetos, ‘cuz, well you know, and the eggs because…” he paused to flick at the bunny ears on their head, “Tis Easter. I only had four left, which my bad, wanted to save more but kids man, they sniff out chocolate like pigs do truffles. It’s wild. Anyway! That’s it. So, yeah, enjoy the snacks and see ya around!”
Throwing up a peace sign Mason hopped back onto their Vespa and drove away before Nico could open the Cheeto pack and chase after them. Sure, Nico would find orange crunchy things but those would be baby carrots instead! Mason had been careful in opening the chip packets, ate the contents gleefully and sealed them up with baby carrots proudly. And the eggs? Well, they sure were eggs! But real ones, hard-boiled the very morning so they were fresh for the prank. Of course he made sure to paint them ‘SIKE’ in bold letters before wrapping them in shiny foil, so when Nico unwrapped them he’d know that, there shall be no truce!
A faint and far-away cackle could be heard on the wind if one had keen enough hearing.
Noel @dvsconocvdo
Finally parking up at Noel’s dance studio, tired after a long eventful day, Mason approached their friend with a bright smile and bursting at the seams to tell all the stories. Which he did, laughing and showing pictures as he did. Realising half-way he also had something for them, Mason extended a container to them with a smile that failed to be anything other than cheeky, but Noel didn’t have anything to worry about it was just brown’e’s and dairy free ice-cream!
Rangi @faerietothe-otherside
The person immediately knew something was up when Mason rocked up to the counter with honestly what seemed to be the store’s full supply of heart-shaped post-it notes.
“You’re up to something aren’t you?”
“Maybe…”
“Why hearts?”
“Because I prank with love.”
Despite the silliness the day brought, Mason had nothing but love for all their victims, but he hoped that Rangi knew he loved her the most. Going over to hers the night before wasn’t so that he could declare this, no, he would show it instead. Or at least, she would see it when she woke up in the morning to find her car covered in heart-shaped sticky notes.
Around Lunar Cove
While there were selected targets, Mason buzzed with too much excitement to not use it. Taking to the streets on their skateboard with bags of googly eyes, Mason effectively eyebombed the entire town. He could just picture the rest of Lunar Cove when they woke up, probably with tired sighs and head scratches as they all discovered that street signs, trees, lamp posts, heck even rubbish bins had goofy looking eyes staring back at them. He hoped some would laugh because he sure did as he stood back in admiration.
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Thankful for the song that would play and the ad-break that would follow, Mason, without limitations, didn't even try to the hide or soften down the laugh that erupted out once the hand signal and context of what the other said struck, "Dude...." Entirely unexpected but making the world of sense once the meaning hit was, in Mason's view, the funniest shit ever. Despite knowing he should probably stop and compose themself he couldn't help as another bubble of laughter escaped, causing them to hold a hand out to the nearest wall for support, "Like it shouldn't be that funny... but oh man, fucking love it." With amused shake of their head, Mason stood upright, grin wide as he looked at the other, "Glad to find other Skittles but I fully meant player called Skittles. It's all good, I'll find them eventually. Do you come here often?"
// option 1
Headphones around their neck, Tommy moved through the arcade, occasionally playing a game or two but mostly just watching. The flashing lights, the bright colours, it was the best thing for an art block. They walked around the games and people, occasionally pausing to take a reference picture of the scene.
As someone rushed towards them, they slowed their stroll, mildly bewildered and infinitely amused. Skittles? What the hell is Skittles? Skittles, rainbow, gay? "As in, like," they limped their wrist, "if so, then yeah, totally." Looking behind them, they squinted at some of the arcade games the guy could have come from. Ah. Yeah, that probably makes more sense. "If you mean a player called Skittles, then, no, sorry."
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Mason couldn't stay mad at anyone, not even pretend mad, especially not at Julian, despite trying to commit to a bit, when Jules rolled out the candy names, seamlessly tying them into their conversation, how could anyone not be awed and proud! Tossing around a couple made them smile, but as Julian kept going, Mason couldn't help but grin wide and inched the mic closer. Once it seemed like Julian had concluded, Mason couldn't hold back their excitement any longer. "Dudeeee," the exclaim came with applause now, "That was incredible! Did we catch all that?" he spoke into the mic and fist-bumped the air at the confirmation, "Folks, that was my boy Jules flexing his talent, ain't he a treat! I gotta forgive the defeat of high scores, I think he got another high score on the candy names, don't ya reckon? Can I personally request the next song be candy shop?" he laughed as they did indeed cut to that song. With full attention to Julian now, Mason beamed, "Man, that was really beautiful, I couldn't do that on the fly! Hope you don't mind we got you on air, you ought be on air more often for real. Honestly, proud to have you beat my high score, I'll let you keep it unless you bet a 100 grand, the real money, for another head to head," he laughed again, "Starburst your bubble might just be my favourite one, real clever of you for that."
“Hey man, don’t be such a Sour Patch Kid,” Julian started with a wide grin. His good humor was swiftly coming back to him, leaning casually (out of direct sunlight) as he spoke. “High scores are meant to bested, after all. And I ain’t no Butterfinger — I’ve spent years honing these badass gamer skills. No Milk Dud here, and while I Snickers away at my victory and even more clever nom de plume, I just gotta say I’m proud to be the one to dethrone you. As much as I may come across as an AirHead, I’m actually quite the Smartie. And while I may have Starburst your bubble by choosing to go by Skittles, I just want you to know that there was no harm in it. But why fight, dude? Shouldn’t us Nerds stick together in these trying times? All Mr. Goodbar humor aside, I’d just like to say that you’re welcome to reclaim your spot at the top of Space Invaders, but if you do I bet you 100 Grand — as in the candy bar, not the money — that I can Crunch the competition again. In fact, it’ll be an absolute Almond Joy to go head to head sometime.” He grinned widely, going through as many candies as he could think of on the spot for his ridiculous tirade before adding, “Better buck up for some healthy competition pal, and be prepared to ‘Taste the Rainbow’ when Skittles rises to number one again and again.”
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"That's what I'm saying, man!" Mason exclaimed when Ralph showed up, "Who is Skittles and why they tryna harsh my vibe like this!" It really wasn't as big of deal, all he had to do was re-focus back onto the game and he was sure to get a new top score but the initial shock was yet to wear off. "Pffttt what're the feds gonna do? What's that thing again? Something something freedom of speech and all that," he laughed, "So, nah, you're good, 'sides you been to the studio we say some crazy things don't we?" What he heard into the ear piece made them laugh a little and seemingly also nodded to themself before turning attention back to Ralph, "Mo says this ain't nothing and that Sparky suits ya! Consider it a new nickname! Maybe this segment should be on nicknames...whatcha think folks?" But when people around them didn't bat an eyelid in their direction Mason simply shook their head in disappointment, "Oh, but wait though, if you're tryna make Sparky happen...what about Ashley? Am I not Mary Kate anymore?"
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Ralph leaned over the wooden railing, watching the way the surf lapped at the boards below, looking decidedly melodramatic. He had had his first kiss at the Coney Island Boardwalk, he recalled. Well, maybe it was not the first one, but it had been early one. He wished he remembered their name. Gee. Spinning around from his perch, his daylight ring glittering, Ralph followed Mason's familiar voice, poking his head into a doorway to flash a sideways grin. "Who the fuck is Skittles?" After a beat, Ralphie's eyes widened. "Oh! Oh, sh...oot. Am I on the air and all that? Don't wanna get ya in trouble with the feds for obscenity! They listen to the radio waves, ya feel me?" He put his hands on his hips, giving a shake of his head. "I ain't ever gone by Skittles, nah. Sparky, though, for sure. I'm tryna make Sparky happen. You wanna run back in and ask me if I'm Sparky?"
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