eunoias | Worry For Someone Close

Worry For Someone Close

Who: Varon and Resa/Esmerelda Vanuatu
What: Varon finds out what happened to his parents. Resa goes to comfort him.
Where: Doma Stronghold
When: A couple of weeks after they get together.

For the last couple of days, things seemed to have been going good for everyone involved. Everything was going to plan, Doma was more influential and Resa was at peace with what was going on.

So, then, why did it seem that something was going wrong?

She walked down the hallways to where the Four Horsemen slept and went to Varon's room, knocking on his door politely.

"Varon? Are you okay in there?"

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"He raced sixteen circuits in his short-lived career, won two of 'em. I think that's a pretty good start. Came in third in four of those races, second in six an' I think eighth in two or three, I don't remember. He was just startin' t' make a name for himself." A tinge of sadness creeped into his voice but he kept his smile.

"Damn shame too. If no one else remembers him, I sure as hell will." His own yellow Intruder nearly matched the one his cousin raced with the only exception of the racing modifications made on Diego's bike and the sponsor tags were absent on Varon's bike, Glory.

He faced Resa again with a different tone that was more upbeat than nostalgic. "Did I ever tell ya how I came up with the name for Glory?"

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She listened as Varon recollected about his cousin's races, grinning with him. After a while, she leaned against the wall and glanced at him. "Now that you've told me about him, I'll be sure to remember him, too. Maybe we could do something really nice to honor his memory, like open a racetrack or get someone to memorialize him in a race."

The racing scene wasn't something Resa was too familiar with and she would openly admit that, too. But, that didn't mean that she couldn't try to learn new things time to time.

"I don't think you did. How did that name come about?"

"That would be nice. I might just do that." Varon thought on the idea some before he turned his attention to Glory.

He slapped his hands on his thighs. "Well, I was lookin' at bikes when I finally got my license, don't know why considerin' this world's gone t' shit anyway, an' I tried 'em all. Kawasaki, Honda, Ducati, BMW, Harley, nothin' fit. Too high in the center an' all that."

"I come across Glory sittin' in the back of the showroom with a sign that said, Gorgeous, Must Ride. So, I did. She was a used bike but very clean. I test her out an' man, it was perfect! Bought her cash upfront."

"Spent everything on her an' it was worth it. My first mission with her was a sunset duel. I remember it, 'cause it was on a pier. Glory was behind me an' since Victory seemed too common, I chose Glory instead. Thought it fit too."

"I'll see what Dartz thinks about it, if you'd like me to share this with him." Then again, with the kind of closeness she had with Dartz, she really couldn't keep much from him anyways.

But, she listened and gave Varon a smile. Hearing him tell her about his prized possession definitely put her at ease. She wouldn't admit it, but she liked Glory, too. It was a sweet little bike that definitely packed quite a punch.

"I think with that description, it definitely fits! You know, I've been thinking of getting my own bike to go along with the Black Widow. What would you recommend me getting?"

"I see a Ducati with you. Any other wouldn't be a good fit. You're tall enough t' take any, really. Ducati's are classy bikes and quiet too."

Varon switched his attention to something else entirely different. Talking about his family, deceased or otherwise was starting to depress him a little more than he cared to show.

"So, when ya thinkin' of gettin' one?" He asked openly.

"Ducati, huh...?" Resa thought on it and gave a nod after a while. "I think that would be a good thing, too!"

But, she did know that talking about a subject for too long wouldn't be good, so she was happy for the topic change, too.

"Why not right now?"

"Wha-? Like now now?" He wasn't remotely close to being ready to go out anywhere. He was dressed for a day of lounging and he really wasn't in the mood to go out at this point.

He looked at his body from his laid down position with his hands up as an indicator.

"I'm not exactly dressed for the occasion, darlin'."

"Why not? It isn't like anyone's gonna notice you sans your hair." Then again, she was dressed the same.

"But, we don't have to. We've got loads of time to kill, so it ain't like it has to be done right away. I'm happy with the old Widow."

"Might as well go now. It's not like I can't throw somethin' on 'cause we might not get that chance later, knowin' our missions." He said coolly.

He opened up his closet door to reveal the contents inside. There was a suit in a clear plastic garment bag, his jumper and several other odd articles of clothing sans sleeves and slacks of different colors ranging from grey to brown hung in a neat row. Everything was placed neatly and it almost seemed opposite to Varon's personality.

"You're right." Resa hopped right off the dresser and looked over his shoulder to see what was in his closet.

She opened her mouth to make a comment before looking at everything else. "...are you sure you're organized enough?" she lightly joked with a grin.

"It's fine for what I need." He didn't think that he had a problem with his obsessive-compulsive behavior which has yet to be seen. He wasn't as extreme as those that he thought were far worse.

He grabbed a pair of black jeans, a blue shirt and his normal brown belt. "Gimme a few." He left into the bathroom again to change his clothes.

"Seems a bit contradictory to the wild person you usually are."

Although, Resa did take a look down and decided to change into a pair of clothes herself. She went into her room to change into a pair of blue jeans, a nice blouse and a belt. She also decided to put her hair into a long braid, too.

Varon heard the statement and waited to address it when she finished getting ready. For once, he isn't wearing a shirt that isn't cut off at the sleeves as he leaned up against the wall.

Soon, Resa walked in with a sensible pair of shoes and gave a wave to Varon. "What'cha think?"

"You're still tall." He smirked as he looked up, pulling himself off the wall with a confident step forward. "Nice shoes. If you were naked, they'd be even better."

A streak of red crossed Resa's face at that before she growled at him. "Varon Eduardo de la Costa, you are the most incorrigible man I've ever known!"

His mind screeched to a halt. He blinked in bewilderment for a moment as if he was completely innocent. "What? It just means you're good lookin' no matter what you wear. I thought sheilas like the direct approach."

She smacked her hand against her face and sighed. "Not when they've experienced abuse..." She grumbled to herself and shook her head. "But, thank you for the compliment. Let's get going before you drop clangers all over the place, you daftie."

He laughed knowing exactly what she meant. Two agents emerged down the hall just as he was about to respond. "Oy, gotta love it. I hadn't gone troppo wombat for a diet. I'm good. My kangaroos are safely in their paddock. No drongo here."

*translation: Gone crazy from the heat or eats roots and berries for appearance. I'm not crazy or stupid. Nope.*

"Oh, don't be such a flash git, you bastard. Nor be chuffed to buggery with yourself. I swear, if we weren't an item, you wouldn't be so jammy dodger." She laughed too, but she wasn't going to show it outwardly.

However, the agents stopped and looked into the room, raising an eyebrow. What on earth did they say?

translation: Oh, don't be so showy, you bastard. Nor be very pleased with yourself. I swear, if we weren't together, you wouldn't be so lucky/fortunate.

"Nah, quit your earbashin', ya pom. I was wonderin' when you were gonna tell me ya love me. Admit it, ya like this cocky, dunny rat." He smirked.

The agents didn't know what was being said as Varon started his walk toward the elevator.

*Quit your nagging, you Brit. Admit it, you like me confident and cunning.*

"How mucky, you roofucker. It's not like I'm leaving you to have a J Arthur by yourself. Or, I could, but I think you'd be crawling back." She smirked back.

At the mention of the f word, the agents suddenly turned around and looked at Resa. "...did she just say...?"

How rude, you kangaroo-fucker. It's not like I'm leaving you to wank by yourself.

"Ya heard right, sticky beaks. Mind your own bizzo before I turn your mouth inta oysters." He snapped and looked to Resa again with a smirk.

The agents raised their brow and looked forward again without a second thought.

"Too right! Though a divvy would be an interesting spot to switch on but it'll hurt later. Not into wankin' alone. Not unless you're willin' t' have a naughty. I'm no root rat."

*You heard right, nosey assholes. Mind your own business before I punch in your teeth.

Damn straight! It will take a police carrier to keep things interesting but the cuffs will hurt. Not really into masturbation all that much, unless you're looking to have sex with me, but I'm not looking for it from anyone else.

"Er, right. Apologies, Master Varon." Like that, the agents went right back to work.

"Not on your Nellie, mate! I dunno, but it seems like you've got quite the needle dick. That, and you're a numpty. Why, if I didn't know any better, you're the type to call it an old fellow. Yawn."

No way! I dunno, but it seems like you've got quite the small penis. That, and you're an idiot. Why, if I didn't know any better, you're the type to call your penis an old fellow [affectionate term].

"Oh yeah?" And just like that, he starts to unbuckle his belt...

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