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March 6, 2019 - Fairview Mall, St. Catharines
Out for a birthday ride. Grabbing TWEWY at the EBGames.
This sky.
Swung over to Taco Bell. Down on his luck looking guy staggers over and asks why I'm wearing a helmet. 'I ride a bike,' I answer.
"A bicycle?" he returns, confused.
'A motorcycle," I correct.
"Oh like a scooter!" he declares.
'No, like an NC750, a Honda Adventure Bike,' I clarify.
"In this weather?!"
'Yes.'
"I used to ride. I rode Harleys."
'Ah, I prefer Hondas.'
"Yah, but I was a BIKER."
'That's cool... But... I prefer bikes that work.'
Holy shit his face. One of the most intense glares I have ever seen. Think I touches a nerve.
Sorry Mr. "BIKER". Time for me to ride my motorcycle home under this amazing sky.
"This here couch ain't big enough for the both of us." Spike drawled, standing on one end of the long yellow piece of furniture. He had his hands on both hips as though poised above a set of pistols.
A slow grin spread across Faye's face. "I reckon you're right about that at least." She licked her lips as she eyed the distance between Spike, the couch, and her own position standing in the same pose as Spike on the other end of the most comfortable furnishing the Bebop had to offer.
"That couch is big enough for three people! Three!" Jet snapped, a vein throbbing in his forehead at the antics of his crewmates. He held a pile of instant noodles stacked atop each other, though he was thinking of just backing into the kitchen to feast on them all himself while Spike and Faye dueled it out.
"YUM YUM IN MY TUM!" Ed came in with a roar, vaulting over the back of the couch and landing smack dab in the middle of the contested territory just as Spike and Faye both subtly shifted as though about to make their move. Ed beamed up at Jet as the other pair twitched and tried to look as if they hadn't adjusted their footing in anticipation of a launch. "What's the holdup here? Grab a seat, it's time to eat! Let's goooooo!"
Ein, sensing the battleground revert back to a standard living room, came trotting up the laundry room stairs and settled onto the floor in front of Ed's position. He gave a yip of agreement with Ed's demand.
Jet watched as Faye crossed her arms and turned her nose up into the air before casually settling onto one side of the couch next to the hacker. Simultaneously, Spike started to whistle to himself as he plopped onto the cushion on Ed's other side. Sighing in relief, Jet sat down on the chair across from the oddballs he was stuck with and began doling out the individually packaged meals.
He wondered if Ed knew the full scale of the war she'd averted. Faye and Spike immediately dug into their food containers though Ed hesitated after pulling the cord to heat her own. She locked eyes briefly with Jet, shifting just her eyes over to Faye and then to Spike before slyly smiling as she looked back at Jet and only then gave her attention over to sating her own hunger.
Chuckling, Jet activated the second cup he'd maintained possession of and leaned over the coffee table to place it in front of Ein. Of course Ed knew what she had done... hell, she'd probably been watching from the shadows somewhere to determine the perfect time to intercede. Well, he couldn't really blame the kid. Spike and Faye were often far more interesting and amusing to watch than the crap on the television!