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[firewalled]

"Yo. Rich here. Not Richard, just Rich. Anyways, if you need something, leave a message and I'll see if I can squeeze you into my schedule. Peace!"

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[firewalled]

[Rich follows César back inside, the choice of pizza definitely getting an eyebrow raise from him, but he keeps quiet for now. The fact that he isn't commenting it all is probably also worrying... though he does manage a smile hearing his jefe talk about Johnny casually.]

Okay... well, if he finds out, you're taking the grounding for me.

[He flops back down on the bed, that little bit of enthusiasm taking a lot out of him.]

So. Evangelion? Gundam? Gurren Lagann? Or whatever they're called in your bizzaro world.

[pineapplesalmon]

[Oh. Muted Kill Bill sirens continue to go off. Rich is half his normal energy. Isn't even teasing him.]

I mean, I suggested it. I'll be the one getting grounded.

[César takes off his boots, slips his phones into his pockets, and then takes off his vest and belt with belt bags, hanging them all up. He stretches for a moment.]

I'm voting the one with the most giant robot battles and the least amount of philosophy. So... I believe that would be Gundam in your world.

[César picks up the pizza pan and carries it over to the bed, then walks over and opens the mini-fridge, looking inside.]

What do you want to drink?

[firewalled]

I didn't think parents could get grounded, but whatever.

[He's watching César, but can't seem to muster much enthusiasm. He just seems tired, weighted down by something he naturally isn't talking about.]

I think Gurren Lagann wasn't too philosophical either. Besides like... believe in yourself and then your giant dick metaphor will pierce the heavens.

[He waggles a hand.]

Anything that's not Mountain Dew, obviously. We got something Coke-adjacent, right?

[pineapplesalmon]

Mmm. The punishment changes but the feeling can be similar. And we've got coke. A coke for you and some mate for me. Although the lazy version of it. I've got it in a tea bag.

[His kid really sounds lost. So lost, he doesn't want to talk. And then he makes a mock horrified face]

... ... ... I don't want to know what the clouds in that world are made out of.

[firewalled]

Mate? I'm guessing that's a tea?

[He looks over, perhaps just a bit more curious than before, and breathing out a soft laugh at his father's horror.]

You don't need to say it. We can all fill in the blanks. Though if we want to talk weirdly horny allegories, I think FLCL has some of that. I don't know if you'd call it a mecha anime, though.

[He'll just talk about weird anime and not about his problems this whole time, thanks.]

[pineapplesalmon]

Ha, I think I know which one that is. That was a wild ride, to be honest.

Mate's a different plant, but same idea. It's very popular in South America.

[César closes the fridge door and comes back with a coke, handing it to Rich. Then he goes and gets the pizza pie, putting it down on the bed, and goes to get some plates and napkins]

Although I could spring the more complicated version on you, but it's going to take a lot longer to make, and I might definitely spill some of it on the bed.

[firewalled]

I mean, it's whatever... I'm pretty sure you just wanted to watch anime, though, so making me that sounds like too much work.

[Even if he's kind of curious, he's hesitant about putting any sort of pressure on his dads right now.]

[pineapplesalmon]

Yeah, but now that I've said it, I want some. [César laughs lightly.] I've done it to myself.

[firewalled]

I guess if you're making it anyways... I wouldn't mind.

[It just feels weird to ask for anything right now. Rich needs to do more to support himself. Holding everyone back like this is just...]

[pineapplesalmon]

[Rich is trying to keep himself small. Make their jobs 'easier' by saying he needs nothing. Except that only makes everything worse. Being needed is something that gets people up in the morning.

César nods with a smile.]

I've been wanting to share it with you, anyway, and just looking for the first excuse.