#like in the most inconvenient way. all over the bars of his crate that we leave out for him

[maraeffect]

haven't even been awake for two hours and this is probably the worst morning i've had in a while 🙂 cw EXTREMELY disgusting unsanitary tags.

[alderaani]

Skies

summary: After a long campaign, Jesse and Hardcase indulge in some well earned TLC. AO3 | Series 

Part of my 100-clone centric prompts series, prompt list used is here

wanrings: allusions to canon-typical violence, death mention.

a/n: oof, I’ve been so unmotivated to write recently, so i’m honestly just relieved to have finished something. i’ve been wanting to write this for ages, based off this post by @lilhawkeye3 - it’s such an endearing image.

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The ocean didn’t smell anything like Hardcase thought it would.

He slipped his bucket from his head, squinting against the sudden rush of unfiltered light. On either side of him troopers broke free of the tree line, and, feeling sand beneath their boots, took off whooping towards the frothing crest of the sea. The sunset blazed red and orange, bleeding like a punctured egg yolk across the cloudless horizon and into distant water. Hardcase breathed in, wrinkling his nose against the salt-laden tang, so visceral he could taste it.

It wasn’t like Kamino. That was almost the biggest surprise. He’d thought that oceans would be the same everywhere, but this wasn’t a bad way to be proven wrong. It was the salt, he realised after a moment, darting his tongue out to touch his lips. There weren’t really any beaches on Kamino, though he supposed there must be sand under there somewhere. There were no winding strips where ocean met land, where the sun could ferment the pools, rocks and shells left behind. It tasted lighter there, cleaner, more cut through by its brutal winds. He breathed in deep again, wrinkling his nose and grinning at the way the seasoned tang sat on his palate here, briny and thick.

It was the colour too, that really made the difference. It was so pale and clear on this far-flung planet, instead of the angry greyish blue he remembered. The waves were...politer, somehow. Less vengeful, not boiling with ever-falling rain. Several troopers had reached the shore now and were chasing the surf, shouting and laughing when it nipped at their heels.

He decided he rather liked it.

It was something different after weeks spent cowering under cover further inland, coated in showers of dark earth from enemy artillery and rationing out stale water in mouthfuls that were barely enough to coat the back of the throat. Even the air was damp here, and overhead the gulls were crying, sharp against the thundering crash of the waves. He lived for these moments, these breaths between the axel-grind of war. It was true that he loved the spoil of a fight, loved sinking into it and letting his Z6 sing. But there was a different, more intoxicating thrill in these snatched hours or - if they were lucky - days. He’d never voiced it to anyone, but he sometimes thought he might like to do this all the time, one day, trawling the stars and standing beneath unfamiliar skies. For the views, this time, explored under his own rhythm.

Yeah. That sounded pretty good.

“Oi, Hardcase!” Someone bellowed, sticking up a hand and waving at him amidst a far away knot of troopers knee deep in the sea. “You coming?”

He shook himself, setting down his pack and his Z6 with loving care amongst the mountainous piles of gear, before jogging down the dunes, following the trails of discarded armour and the shouts, happy laughter and splashes echoing from the water. The wind was sharp on his face and neck and on the strips of skin at his wrists, intoxicating and too heady to ignore. The sand was strangely weightless beneath him, too. He’d slept on a real feather pillow, once, while they were hunkered down on Ord Sedra and several hundred crates of luxury bedding had gotten damaged in the crossfire. It had felt like floating, and all of them had tossed and turned all night. This was similar, and just as strange...what would it all feel like on his skin?

The thought wouldn’t let him go. Halfway down the beach he sat to strip off his boots, then his plates, then his blacks, until he stood in just his greys, laughing at the feeling of the wind and the spray licking against his body. The way it cut through the stubble sprouting on his scalp after far too long stuck in a bucket-locked zone was...disconcerting. The prickle of just-forming curls felt like phantom fingers on the nape of his neck, and he’d found the way sweat clung to hair under his helmet sort of disgusting - it reminded him of being an under-washed cadet. Frankly, he didn’t plan on letting it stay long enough to get used to it.

The sand though...now that was weird. The way it sat between his toes made him squirm, each grain a bolting pinprick against the soles of his feet. When had he last had his boots off? Back on the Venator in the communal fresher, probably. It was a cruel galaxy when that barren room and its clinical racks of scentless soap started to look like a king’s treasury. He dug his feet into the cold, wet sludge, shivering in disgusted delight as the beach swallowed them whole.

“Hardcase!”

He looked towards the bellowing figure stumbling up the sand towards him, squinting as the sun hit their upturned face. Then he barked a laugh of surprise at the edge of the Republic cog he found there.

“ Jesse? Kriff, vod, barely recognised you.”

It was the first time he’d seen his flesh face in weeks, aside from in hurried moments allocated for gulping down rations. Jesse’s hair had grown in thick and black, much to the consternation of several brothers who were offended he could grow a moustache like that and still chose not to. Right now, he reached up to scratch the offending hair on his cheeks and scowled.

“S’rich comin’ from you. What is that slug on your face?”

Hardcase winced. His own unwilling hair cultivation very much proved that clones were not all made equal.

“It’s a casualty,” he said, feeling the short, patchy bristles on his upper lip. His trainer had always promised it would settle as he came out of puberty. That had been a lie. Hardcase blamed it on the crack in his growth jar, like he did most minor physical inconveniences. “This is why I don’t bother with the stuff.”

Jesse nodded, turning away to rummage through the packs strewn over the sand. “It just won’t stop itchin’.”

“You’re telling me.” Hardcase groaned. “You didn’t get woken up last night because your hair tickled the back of your neck and made you think you were bein’ jumped.”

Jesse snorted, straightening back up with his meagre GAR-standard microfibre towel in hand and a ration bar hanging from his mouth.

“Was that what that was about?” he asked, voice muffled. “We thought we could hear you squirmin’.”

Hardcase kicked lightly at Jesse’s ankle. “Real nice of you to not even ask if I was alright.”

Jesse broke off the ration bar and smirked round his mouthful.

“‘Case, it’s when you go quiet that we start asking questions.”

Hardcase shoved him. Jesse went down with a yelp and a curse, his towel catching under his ass and the loose end flapping like a banner in the wind. Hardcase bellowed a laugh, kicking sand towards him. It was a fatal mistake.

Jesse caught him by the ankle and yanked him down too. He landed on his stomach, still laughing as the wind knocked out of him, and scrambled forward with abandon, yelping with shock as water seeped cold and heavy into his greys. He wasn’t fast enough. A leg slung heavy over Hardcase’s ankles, pinning him, and then Jesse’s weight was pressing down on his back, forcing his face towards the wet sand.

“Get off, you kriffin’ shabiir,” he laughed, groaning as Jesse adjusted his weight and squashed the air out of his lungs.

“I’m not the one startin’ fights they can’t finish,” Jesse retorted, his voice light.

“Who said I was finished?” Hardcase shot back, going limp and then bucking hard. Jesse swore, losing his grip, and then they were scrabbling again, a tangle of limbs and righteous yelling.

The fight ended with them lying side by side on their backs, both covered in muck. Hardcase was sure he had sand in his crotch. The sun was still blazing on the horizon, lower now, deepening from yellow to dark, hazy red. It gleamed like fire on the water, like copper on the sand. This world was so reluctant to let the light go, eking out the daylight drop by drop. An errant touch to his thigh made him look over. Jesse was rummaging around underneath himself, grumbling about something digging into his back.

“You think we’ll get to stay here long?” Hardcase asked eventually.

“Aw, hell,” Jesse said, pulling the squashed, sandy remains of his ration bar from underneath him. “This was my last flavoured one. What’d you say?”

“D’you think we’ll stay long?”

Jesse hummed, flinging the ration bar away up the beach. A gull immediately swooped down to snatch it. “Here? Don’t think so. Heard Rex talking to the General, lots still to do before we can get off this rock.”

Hardcase sighed, letting the disappointment wash over him quietly. He shut his eyes again, just listening for a moment, committing the sounds of the sea to memory. It wouldn’t be goodbye. He’d come back to this place, one day. He’d make sure of it.

“So,” he said, cutting himself off before the longing could get too strong. “We gonna shave or what?”

Jesse scoffed. “What? Now?”

Hardcase shrugged. “Why not? We leave here, we’re gonna be back on water rations, right? You really want that nest growin’ for however the fuck long?”

Jesse sighed. “Course I don’t. But what the hell’re we gonna shave with? You didn’t bring your razor, did you?”

“Not a chance,” Hardcase said. That was only a mistake shinies made.

It wasn’t so bad if you lost one of the Kamino issue ones - those were about as blunt as a butter knife. Better to grow hair on campaign and hack it off later than lose one you’d bartered. He still mourned the first he’d ever owned - he’d never seen another with the same quality Corellian steel, and Uppercut had been so smug to win it over sabaac. Gracious enough to let him keep using it though. Some of Hardcase’s best memories were in front of fresher mirrors with him, taking it in turns and helping catch any stray hairs, paying each other in gossip for their trouble. He still hadn’t forgiven that bastard for dying. The first time he’d had to shave after had left him curled over the sink, his head half lathered and his whole body shaking, so on their next planetfall he’d taken the razor with him and buried it in the nicest spot he could find.

Uppercut had always preferred cities to trees, but Hardcase hoped that, wherever he was, he’d appreciated the effort all the same.

“I do have a vibroblade, though,” he carried on brightly, grinning at the way Jesse’s expression fell.

“Absolutely not.”

“Aw, come on. It won’t be that bad.”

Jesse pushed up on his elbows, his face scrunched. “If you think I’m gonna let you dry shave my head with a dagger, ‘Case, you’re more stupid than you look. I want a haircut, not a cut head.”

Hardcase rolled his eyes. “Who said anything about dry shaving? I’ve got soap.”

Jesse paused. “You’ve had soap this whole time? Here?”

“What can I say, I’m an optimist,” Hardcase said, peeling his back out of the sand. “You in or not?”

Jesse didn’t answer, just stood, grinned, and offered Hardcase a hand.

The light continued to wane as they made their trips up and down the beach, finding a good spot where the shoreline banked a little, and where it would keep the worst of the wind off while Hardcase lathered Jesse’s head. He stuck his tongue out a little as he worked, trying not to get distracted while the frothy water lapped at his ankles. He felt himself loosen as he scraped the vibroblade over his brother’s head, even just the act making him feel more like himself. It relaxed the jittery edge his thoughts always had, dialling down the almost frantic noise that built in combat and then sat under his skin. Usually it took a good spar to bounce it all back out of him, but this had always worked too…it had just been a long time since he’d had anyone else to go through the ritual with.

When it was his turn, he all but melted under the gentle, smooth touch of the vibroblade on his head, the soapy lather chilling quickly on his skin. He hummed, the feeling of the pads of Jesse’s guiding fingers on his chin almost too much sensation after so long under plastoid. He let his mind drift, watching the ocean and listening to Jesse’s mutters and curses as he concentrated.

When they were done and had rinsed in the freezing water, the sun had almost vanished, leaving only a purple after-bruise on the darkened sky. Most of the battalion had settled much further up the beach near the largest sand dunes, so they drifted there and claimed a patch of sand, pulling on their blacks when the sticky film of drying salt water got too much in the cold night air. After a late meal of ration cubes, and, far more enticing, some dried bantha milk the last villages they’d fortified had gifted them, Hardcase was splayed out on his back again and feeling quite ready to have a nap.

Jesse was lounging beside him, carefully rehydrating his milk with water from his field flask. Hardcase couldn’t remember the last time they’d had a night like this, where the war had felt so far away.

They turned their heads at several loud hoots, a crash, and a cheer, followed by an angry bellow. He squinted his eyes against the sudden flare of bright light.

Several brothers had constructed a modest bonfire out of driftwood - and, Hardcase suspected, several unlucky clones’ blacks - and had just tossed over a spare fuel canister, setting the whole thing ablaze in a column of blue flame. The tense figure stalking towards them looked awfully like Appo.

“D’you think we should help him?” Hardcase murmured, his hands propped comfortably under his head. Plasma always burned fast and hot, and he could already feel it faintly against the side of his freshly exposed head. It was nice; soothing, even.

Jesse hummed, pushed up on one elbow so that he could sip at his drink.

“...Nah,” he said slowly, lowering his cup and scrubbing away the blue moustache left behind. He flopped back down with a boneless huff. “Appo’s a big boy. He’s got this.”

Hardcase turned his head again, in time to see Appo tug futilely at some of the dark fabric being swallowed by flame. He chuckled and shut his eyes, breathing in deep and enjoying the soothing melody of shouting that, for once, was not being directed at him.

“Yeah,” he murmured after a moment, sighing as the heat flared and there were more jubilant whoops. “I think you’re right.”

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[diavolodigitale]

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to Andromeda Galaxy - pt.2 Kadara

I must admit, editing this 2 years after writing is a real pain in the you-know-what. It almost doesn’t seem worth saving anymore, but I am determined to finish this. The last 2 chapters are kind of fun after all.

Genres: comedy, romance (vaguely), friendship maybe, nothing serious, really.

Pairing: m!Ryder/Evfra 

Characters: Ryder, Evfra, Reyes

Rating: PG

Size: around 6 pages

Pt.1 - Pt.2 - Pt.3 - Pt.4 ----- All chapters in PDF

Kadara port had everything a weary traveller could ever wish for: water for when you were thirsty, food for when you were hungry, protection for when you were in fear for your life, and for when you were thoughtless - a knife to stab you in the back. From time to time even James needed some of its special offers, but not as radical as what most of the mercs coming here were looking for. The job of the Pathfinder was dangerous and, sadly, unrewarding, so he developed a habit of coming to the port to give some rest to his fagged body and worn-out mind. People there openly disliked him which gave him the perfect opportunity to behave however he wanted without thinking much about the role forced onto him.

Ryder enjoyed observing dozens of different people visiting the port every day. Sometimes he would even become the witness of some utterly disgusting and dishonest affairs which had, to put it mildly, not the best outcome for one of the sides of the conflict. Nevertheless, he learnt his lesson about not trying to help every single person on Kadara very well literally on the day of his first visit. As such, those situations turned into mere inconveniences he had to steer clear of while staying there. Helping his race survive was at the moment more important than dealing with exiles and the problems they caused. Priorities first.

What he liked even more than observing people, was talking to his crew members in a kind of informal atmosphere. No doubt, the air that prevailed on the Tempest was mostly friendly and peaceful, but work is work no matter what they say. Here, on Kadara, on the other hand, every one of them would find something more enjoyable to occupy themselves with in their free time so the general mood shifted from busy to more casual. Whatever they were doing – drinking in the bar, trying to persuade the merchant to give a discount, or checking the incoming supplies for the ship – it was still interesting for him to see them act in situ.

Having no plans in particular for the evening, Ryder was strolling in the direction of the local bar when he noticed a familiar silhouette. A renowned angaran commando stood near a bunch of crates piled up in a secluded alley. Quite far from any vendor or stall, as Ryder noticed. It was already enough to get him interested.

He cautiously approached Evfra from behind just to startle him with a loud “greeting” of his.

“Is it really you who I see here? Or is it just a black-market VI? I would really be astonished if technologies went so far,” he yelled cheerfully.

“Is it a rhetorical question?” Evfra turned his head and gave Ryder a tired spiritless look.

“I hope something happened,” responded Ryder and pouted, “‘cause if you’re so dull only because I’m here, I will be deeply offended.”

“Fascinating.”

Evfra watched a few strangers pass by the alley they were in and clicked his tongue disappointedly. Clear as day, he was looking for something or someone.

“So, what is the leader of the angaran Resistance doing here all alone? Such a famous figure should be an object of desire for local bounty hunters,” said Ryder. His curiosity always got the best of him.

“Same goes to you, Pathfinder.”

“I guess, more people want me to actually do something to improve the quality of life in the galaxy than just to die in the slums. And you haven’t answered my question,” noted Ryder, unsatisfied with the reply he got.

“It may be hard to believe but lots of people here have heard stories about me. Despite that, hardly anybody knows what I really look like. It is very useful when you hold such a position. Of course,”—Evfra sighed before continuing—“if you do not have a Pathfinder nearby, who will yell that it is indeed you and not somebody else.”  

“Don’t worry, my lips are sealed.” Ryder propped up one of the nearby crates and pretended to zip up his mouth.

“I would really like to see that.” Evfra sighed yet again.

“That’s just an idiom that–”

“I know. Jaal told me about this strange phenomenon of yours. Seems like everything about humans is as confusing as it is annoying.”

“It won’t be so confusing when you get to know us better.”

“If I get to know you.”

“Believe me, I will do everything for this alliance to work out,” declared Ryder. He sounded completely confident in what he was saying. “I am always ready to help and even make some necessary sacrifices for the sake of our union.”

“Spare me the details, please.”

Evfra looked around one more time. His search wasn’t successful which was obvious from a disgruntled look on his face. Ryder noticed that, and his interest towards the goal of Evfra’s pursuit on Kadara grew even more.

“So, what could be so important that it managed to make you come here personally?”

“Resistance’s matters.”

“That I have already figured out,”—Ryder raised his eyebrow and crossed his arms—“I mean, why you? As far as I know, you have countless field agents that could take up this business on your behalf.”

Understanding the Pathfinder wouldn’t be shaken off so easily, Evfra decided to give up without even starting an argument. He wanted this conversation to end as soon as possible.

“I am looking for my informant. He hasn’t contacted me for a few days, although I’ve been waiting. And I loathe waiting,” he responded.

“And for that you spared the time to come personally? I’m impressed.”

“Do you trust everybody on your team, Ryder? Do you trust everybody on the Nexus?” asked Evfra, staring at Ryder intently. There was no point in continuing this conversation, but he just couldn’t hold himself back.

“That’s the question not to be answered in front of the people I work with,” chuckled Ryder.

“Then you know why I’m here. If you want to do something, do it yourself. In this case, you will have no one to blame if something goes wrong or the desired result is not achieved.”

“I can understand that.” The Pathfinder nodded slightly and went on, "I think, you’re a real professional, you know?”

Evfra gave Ryder a gloomy glance and left the question unanswered. He was not entertained by this talk the way Ryder was. He probably never had been.

“Is it Reyes you’re looking for?” asked Ryder bluntly.

“Are you going to expose identities of all people working for the Resistance?”

Evfra did not even sound mad anymore. Just tired.

“If nobody here knows who you are, then there’s no harm in mentioning that you’re looking for him. Lots of people on Kadara work with him as well, so saying his name out loud isn’t really that much of a deal.”

“Your thoughtlessness is going to get you killed some day.”

“Not while you’re around to take care of my safety.”

No reaction followed, so all Ryder could do after such a remark was stand silently and awkwardly scratch his neck. There was still nothing special he wanted to do in the port besides just sticking around for some time, so he figured he’d stay here and see where the situation would get him, but the atmosphere was killing him.

“Reyes seems to like you,” said Evfra after a few minutes of silence.

“He does?”

“Yes, even though I cannot see why.”

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” said Ryder and forced a little smile that looked sincere enough. He knew that arguing with Evfra would never lead him anywhere. “So, do you mean he likes me as a person or…?”

“I do not possess such knowledge. We don’t discuss personal matters.”

“Oh, I see. Then how do you know he likes me?”

Evfra exhaled loudly and sat down on one of the crates, perhaps, tired of standing on the same place for what could be hours.

“He speaks highly of you. It seems that he admires your methods and purposes, although it is hard to tell, since you, humans, are so bad at expressing your true feelings.”

“Guess we have something to learn from your kind.”

“You have a lot to learn from us,” corrected him Evfra. “First of all, how to read the attitude and recognize when it is better to stop the communication.”

“I’ll take that into consideration, but don’t promise anything.”

Ryder considered something for a few moments before deciding to be bold till the end and taking a seat near Evfra. There was high chance the angara would stand up, not wanting to be near him after the last incident, but Ryder really hoped he would just leave it be.

Evfra looked at the Pathfinder with dissatisfaction, but said nothing.

“How’s your arm?” asked Ryder, relieved by his reaction.

“Healed.”

“Good to hear that.”

“Do you want to ask me how my head is?”

“As good as mine, I’m sure,” answered James, but still threw a quick glance at Evfra’s forehead to make sure he was fine.

“It was foolish of you to perform such an act. My bones could have been much stronger than yours, and then your people would have lost another Pathfinder,” muttered Evfra between his teeth.

Evfra’s words made something about Ryder change. For a few moments, he wasn’t so upbeat anymore – just an ordinary exhausted and disappointed in life individual on Kadara.

Evfra mused over the idea of saying he was sorry, but the situation seemed so weird to him, that he decided not to.

A familiar voice of someone speaking with a charming accent rang out not far from Evfra and Ryder’s location.

“Well, isn’t that the great Evfra himself?”

“Reyes!”—Evfra stood up abruptly and took a few steps towards the tan-skinned man—“I’ve been waiting to hear from you for days and you didn’t send me a word. Don’t make me come here once again or else I may find someone more responsible to take your place.”

Ryder tried to recall when he last saw him this angry but failed.

“Did you come all the way just to see me?”—Reyes made an ironic bow—“I am pleased and honored. If I may ask, did Pathfinder Ryder also come here looking for me?”

“Not this time, Reyes, but it is good to see you alive and well,” said Ryder and nodded with a hint of a polite smile on his face.

“What a shame. I was already intrigued by the possibilities of our prospective cooperation.”

“Pathfinder Ryder will be the only one available to you for cooperation if you do not explain yourself right now,” said Evfra almost growling.

He was visibly unhappy with how the conversations developed. Ryder got the feeling he’d better return back to the Tempest and leave those two to discuss their business in privacy. He stood up, displaying his intention to withdraw from this soon-to-be battlefield.

“I see you need some time to catch up. I also have some business to take care of while I’m in the port, so I’ll probably get going.”

“Leaving already?” A slight disappointment could be heard in Reyes’ voice as he spoke. “I thought maybe we could grab a drink or two after Evfra and I… resolve our issue.”

“Enough!” shouted Evfra, raising his voice like he rarely did. His chest was heaving with suppressed rage. Ryder thought he was most likely really angry with Reyes’ careless and provoking manner. Or anything else. From James’ experience, it really didn’t take Evfra long to find a reason to be angry about.

“Maybe next time. It was nice seeing you, Evfra. And you, Reyes, as well,” he declined, not wanting to provoke the angaran commando any further.

“Likewise, Pathfinder. I sincerely hope to see you here again in the nearest future,” responded Reyes and gave him a wink.

Ryder lightly nodded and gave another polite smile. Evfra only sniffed and abruptly turned away, facing the other direction when Ryder was leaving. Once more, not bidding farewell properly.

[aerynwrites]

Liberation - V

Chapter 5: The Moral Dilemma

Author’s Note: Yay, here’s part 5! I’m so sorry for the wait on this chapter, I was just really really motivated to write requests and stuff so i was busy with those and I’m not back in college so unfortunately that takes some precedent over my writing (boooo). So, just to keep y’all in the know I am probably going to only be updating Liberation once a week with a couple request thrown in there between chapter postings! I’m sorry if this is an inconvenience at all, I just feel like this is what will work best. Thank you for understanding and i hope you enjoy the new chapter! as usual i love hearing from you all! <3

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: mentions of death, battle, cursing.

Chapters: Prologue, One, Two, Three, Four, Five (here), Six, Seven, Eight

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You and Mando entered the Nevarro cantina, immediately drawing the attention of every patron in the establishment. You were still not used to the attention of running around with a Mandalorian, let alone the attention you received from being with a Mandalorian covered in beskar. You both received many glares and stares of awe as a deafening hush fell over the room as you and Mando headed for Greef, who was sat in his usual booth.

He seemed to finally notice the shift in the atmosphere and looked up from his drink, a wide smile adorning his face when he saw the two of you approaching.

“Ah, Mando, (Y/N)!” he lets out a low chuckle as you both finally come to stand next to the table, “They all hate you because you both are legends!” he boasts proudly.

You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest as Mando speaks, “How many of them had tracking fobs?”

He scoffs and gestures around the bar, “All of them. All of them! But not one of them closed the deal. Only you guys, only you.”

“yeah?” you bite, “At what cost?”

Greef looks to you and gestures to you and Mando, “Well it seems the cost was not so great, as you both are standing here with the richest reward the parsec has ever seen.” He points to the seats across from him and sit back in his seat slightly, “Please sit, my friends.”

Mando unclips his rifle from his back and sits, motioning for you to do the same. You follow his lead and sit, rather snuggly, in the booth with him. You see Greef look at Mando momentarily before Side eyeing the other patrons.

“They’re weighing all that beskar in their minds, but not me. No. I, for one, celebrate your success. Because it is my success as well. Hell, even I’m rich!” he proceeds to flash you both three bars of beskar before hiding them once more, “Now, how can I show my gratitude to my most valuable partners?”

Your mouth tugs into a frown at his words. Just a few days ago he hated you, and now you were one of his most valuable partners? You have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

“I want my next job.” Mando deadpans.

You look over to him in shock, “Mando what the hell I thought-“

A quick jab in your side and a quick tilt of his helmet shuts you up, mouth snapping shut so hard your teeth click. So, this was part of his plan it seems.

“Next job?” Greef asks incredulously, “Take some time off. Enjoy yourself!” Greef gestures behind him vaguely, “I’ll take you to the Twi’lek healing baths,” he says suggestively.

Your face twists up in disgust, “You know I’m still here right? Ew.”

Greef casts you a somewhat annoyed look but Mando speaks up before he can say anything, “We want out next job.” He reiterates.

“Sure. Fine.” Greef relents, “You hunter’s like to keep busy. Right?” he pulls a sack from beside him and dumps out some pucks, “Well, these are all far away.”

“The further the better,” Mando says.

“Well take your pick, you’ve earned it.” Greef responds, crossing his arms.

You watch as Mando picks up a puck and sets it on the table watching as it flickers to life.

“Ahh,” Greef sighs, “That’s the best of the lot. A nobleman’s son skipped bail,” he chuckles, “Looks like you’re headed to the ocean dunes of Karnac.”

Mando swiped the puck from the table, turning it off, and nudges you slightly, motioning you out of the booth. You do as he says and stand wait for him to grab his rifle before he stands as well, turning to leave. You go to follow but almost run into him as he stops short.

“Any idea what they’re gonna do with it?” He asks.

“With what?” Greef asks.

Mando finally turns back to face Karga, and you move out of his way to stand beside him, “The kid,” you clarify.

Greef sighs, “I didn’t ask. It’s against the guild code.”

“They work for the empire,” Mando’s voices is a bit more convicted now, “What are they doing here?”

“The empire is gone Mando.” he stands straighter at this, “All that are left, are mercenaries and warlords. But, if it bothers you, go back to the core and report it to the New Republic.”

You huff, “That’s a joke.”

Greef ignores your comment and looks to Mando again, “Mando, enjoy your rewards. Buy a camtono of spice,” he suggests, “By the time you come out of hyper drive, you will have forgotten all about it.”

Mando says nothing as he turns and walks to the door, you follow behind him. you continue to follow him but are increasingly confused as you see the razor crest come into view.

“What are we doing?” you ask as you both reach the ship and board it, “I thought we were going to get the kid.” You argued as Mando sits in the pilot’s seat and fires up the ship, ignoring you.

“Hey, hey!” you grasp his shoulder roughly and force him to face you, “you said we were going to get the kid, so what the hell is going on!” you demand.

Mando shrugs your hand from his shoulder and turns to face the front once more, “Karga was right. It’s against guild code. We can’t do anything.”

You watch in stunned silence as he continues to fiddle with the controls and you feel a small lump form in your throat as you see him reach for a lever, only to see that the small silver ball is missing. And memories of the small child playing with said silver ball flash through your mind. You shake your head as you see Mando hesitant slightly before screwing the ball back on slowly.

“Well, I’m not going to sit here and do nothing,” you said, “I’m going to go and try and do something to make this right. With or without you.”

You turn on you heel, your cloak fluttering behind you, frustration boiling up in as you move to exit the ship. But before you can even press the button to lower the ramp you hear the engines whine to a stop and the ramp opens before you. your eyes widen slightly, and you look to your left seeing Mando step to stand beside you.

“Let’s go make this right.”

You feel the corner of your mouth tug up in a half smile as you both walk down the ramp towards your new mission.

* * *

You follow Mando as you approach the alley the clients building is situated in. As you both walk down the alley, you see Mando slow to a stop next to a dumpster and peer in. you peak a glance over his shoulder and you feel your heart sink as you spot the all too familiar bassinet laying discarded in the trash. Mando stares at the object for a moment, before straightening up and you can almost feel the resolve and anger roll off of him. The next thing you know you both are perched on a rooftop adjacent to the client’s hideout and Mando as scanning the building. You sit in silence next to him as he adjusts various things in his helmet and gun before standing once more and walking back down to the ground.

“Did you find anything?” you asked curiously as you followed behind him.

“They want something from the kid, not sure what. And it sounds like they are running out of time.” He explains simply.

“Well we won’t let them take him.” You say firmly as you both approached the client’s door.

You watch as Mando knocks firmly on the door before stepping back. A small camera mechanism burst from a small hatch in the wall and you immediately grab in in your hand and rip it off before swiftly following Mando and taking cover behind the corner.

You hear a pair of Storm troopers exit the building, “Search the perimeter,” one of them orders.

You stay in your place and watch from the corner of your eye as Mando places a small explosive device on the wall and returns to you to take cover as a deafening explosion grant you both access to the facility. You quickly move towards the gaping hole in the wall and enter the building before taking cover behind some crates.

Another set of troopers enter the room and hastily search the area, not seeing either of you as they pass your hiding spot to observe the damage. Then, as their backs are to you, you and Mando each fire a blaster shot into the troopers, killing them.

“’The empire’s dead’, my ass,” you mutter as you both exit the room and move deeper into the building.

You come upon another guard, and Mando quickly dispatches of him with his grappling hook, driving his blade into his neck. You move over to a locked door and shoot the panel to the left of the door, opening it. You just barley manage to block a blaster shot from the trooper within, by raising your beskar clad arm in front of your face. You quickly shoot him before looking at your arm guard an impressed look on your face and cast a quick glance to Mando.

“This stuff is the shit!” you exclaim excitedly.

Mando just nods and moves past you to the next door, “Don’t mention it.”

He shoots the next panel and you both enter the next room, and you immediately recognize Doctor Pershing, as he cowers against the medical bed hands held in front of his face.

“No, no, no, please!” he cries, “Please, no no!” he cowers even further as Mando points his blaster in his direction before shooting an advancing security droid from the air.

You both have your blasters pointed at the flustered doctor, but he continues to block the medical bed, “No please, please don’t hurt him. it’s just a child.” He pleads.

Mando ignores his cries for mercy and steps forward shoving him to the side as you move to look at the child. He was in some sort of machine, various monitors displaying different symbols and numbers. The child seemed to be unconscious. You saw Mando look over the child as well, before you moved around him, pointing your blaster furiously at the Doctor now lying on the floor.

“What did you do to him?” you spit, “What did you do?” you wanted to shoot him right then and there.

But the doctor held up his hand, “I protected him! I protected him. if it wasn’t for me, he’d already be dead!” he defended, “Please, please.”

You lowered your blaster and took a step back looking from the whimpering man back to Mando. He just nods to you and you take that as you’re cue. You move to grab the child, gently cradling him in your arms and follow Mando out of the room, leaving the doctor behind.

You have your blaster raised ready to fire of necessary, and you watch carefully as Mando too has his blaster ready. You enter another room and quickly duck behind a pile of crates as two troopers enter the room. You wait until they leave through the other door and leave your hiding place continuing your path to the exit. You enter the next room and see two more imps enter through the door and you try to hide once more but you must’ve hit something electrical because it causes a spark to ring out in the room and alerted them to your presence.

“Look there!” one of them called, firing a few blaster shots in your direction.

You both ducked to the side dodging them and moving further into the room to hide.

“split up,” one of the troopers command, “We’ll flush ‘em out.” As they start to approach your position you both move silently a few more feet away.

“Give it up! there’s nowhere to-“ Before the trooper can finish Mando bursts from the shadows and dispatches him quickly before moving to the next just as fast. It was over in the millisecond it took you to blink and you were moving out of the room and into the next once more.

You spot a trooper coming out of a door to your left and you turn to fire a blaster shot at him, landing the shot squarely in the chest. You hear Mando turn to attack a different trooper who had entered the room and cringe slightly at the immense heat that comes from the flames of his bracer. You hear the agonizing screams of the trooper only momentarily before he too falls to the ground. A small coo coming from the bundle in your arms causes you to finally look at the child. And you smile when you see his large bright eyes looks up at you. You don’t have time to dwell on the fact before Mando motions to you.

“Come on, we need to move.”

You nod your head curtly and swallow thickly. You had a bad feeling about how this whole thing was going to end. You follow behind him as you enter a rather large room and the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. But before you can warn Mando the doors on each wall open and four troopers enter the room, blasters aimed directly at you.

“Freeze!” one of them commands, “Don’t move!”

“Hands up and drop the blasters!” another one yells.

“Wait!” Mando says, raising his blaster in a surrendering manner, “What she’s holding is very valuable,” Mando informs, crouching lower to the ground, “Here.” He sets his blaster on the ground and stays crouching.

“Mando what the hell?” you whisper, blaster still raised.

“Just do it.”

You cast him a questioning glance, but you relent and slowly move to crouch next to him, setting your blaster and the child on the ground in front of you. The troopers bite out another command, but you can’t hear it over the blood rushing in your ears. You cast a glance at Mando and see a mechanism on his arm guard open up revealing several small blue glowing lights. Before you could figure out what they were Mando pressed a button and four of them shot from his forearm and soared through the air, hitting and killing the troopers around you.

You look over to him, shock clear on your face, “What were those?? Have you always had those?” you question.

“New upgrade.” He says simply.

And before you can question him further, he is grabbing his blaster and standing to his feet. You follow his lead and scoop up the child and your weapon and follow him out of the base and into the evening air of Nevarro. You both walk quickly, but calmly towards the front of the town, you are whispering quiet reassurances to yourself.

“Just stay calm, act calm, and no one will notice anything,” you whisper, “Just act natural. And everything will be fine.”

“What are you doing?” Mando asked, annoyance dripping from his words.

You glance up at him before looking back down to the child rubbing a finger along his forehead gently, “I’m speaking our success into existence,” you say, “and also trying to calm myself down.” You explain nervously, pushing past the lump in your throat.

But as you come closer and closer to the town square you are increasingly aware of the several bodies following you, then finally surrounding you as you both step foot into the large empty area of the town. The incessant beeping of tracking fobs filling the night air.

“You were saying?” Mando says bitterly.

You glance from all of the bounty hunters surrounding you to the front of the square and narrow your eyes as you see Greef Karga step out from behind a crate hand on his weapon.

“Welcome back, you two!” he greets with fake enthusiasm, “Now put the package down.”

Mando’s hand hovers over his weapon, and so does your as he speaks, “Step aside. We’re going to my ship.”

Greef lets out a quiet chuckle, “Put the bounty down, and perhaps I’ll let you pass.”

“The kid’s coming with us.” You say, taking a threatening step forward.

“If you really care about the kid, then you’ll put it on the speeder,” He points to the droid run speeder and you and Mando glance at it quickly, “Then we’ll discuss terms.”

“How do we know we can trust you?” you ask skeptically.

Greef scoffs, “Because I’m your only hope.”

You look to Mando for guidance on what to do. Was he going to make you give the child up? after all you had done to save him? he doesn’t do anything for a moment before he jerks his head in the direction of the speeder. You nod curtly, and you both walk over to the speeder with the child. You both still as you reach the machine and you cast a glance at the child in your arms, eyes closed and blissfully unaware of the danger you all were in. You cast another glance to the Mandalorian next to you before glancing discreetly at the bounty hunters close to you then to the speeder. Mando tilted his head slightly, seemingly confused. You sighed inwardly, for a bounty hunter he was really bad at reading cues. So, you glanced at the hunters nearest to you again and then pointed minutely to the empty space in the speeder. He seemed to understand what you were saying and nodded. Before anyone realized what was happening, Mando fire off two shots, killing the two hunters closest two you and then the both of you flipped over the side of the speeder and behind cover. Blaster fire filled the air as they fired back at you. Mando had landed slightly on top of you in your hasty attempt for cover and you struggled against him.

“Mando-“ you gasped, “You’re crushing me.”

You hear him mutter an apology before rolling off you and you fire back at the other bounty hunters wile Mando threatens the droid into driving the speeder out of the chaos. You keep the child tucked under you safe from any stray blaster bolts and continue to fire back against them alongside Mando as the speeder moved through the square. You and Mando both landed many successful hits against them but were suddenly thrown forward as a well-aimed hit from Greef made the speeder come crashing to a halt. Silence filled the air and you saw the remaining hunters close in on the speeder. You looked down at the child who, was now awake, and cast a worried glance to Mando.

“What are we going to do?” you whisper, fear lacing your words.

Mando says nothing as he pulls his rifle from his back and aims carefully. He pulls the trigger, the sound of the gun going off deafening in the silent square. He manages to take out four more hunters before they are all behind cover, and Greef speaks up once more.

“That’s one impressive weapon,” he calls out.

Mando lowers his weapon slightly, “Here’s what I’m going to do,” he begins, “We’re going to walk to my ship, with the kid, and you’re going to let it happen.”

“No,” Greef responds, “How about this? We take the kid, and if you try to stop us, we kill you and strip your body for parts.”

As Karga stops his spiel, you notice a figure sneaking up on the speeder. You quickly kick a barrel close to you, stunning the figure before raising up and firing your blaster. Your action causes all hell to break loose as everyone in the square opens fire onto you and Mando. You instinctively curl back around the child and try to fire shots off. You hear the tell-tale sound of Mando’s flames erupt beside you followed by exclamations of surprise around you. you feel your heart sink as the machine splutters to a stop and blaster fire continues to rain down upon you. You see Mando drop down next to you and he stares at you and the child, and he seems to deflate. In that moment you realize that he doesn’t have annoy other ideas. You watch as he stares down at the child between the both of you, and a little coo erupts from his mouth. You feel your hand tighten around the small bundle and you look at Mando, a defeated look in your eyes.

“We tried,” you said, voice loud to be heard over the blaster fire, “That’s all we could do.”

Mando doesn’t respond so you continue, “Thank you, for going back for him.”

You can feel tears burn at the back of your vision at the hopelessness of the situation, and you have to blink them away. You see Mando reach a hand out for the child pulling the cloth down to look at him. you thought he was going to say something, but before you could find out for sure, a high-pitched whistling accompanied by a bright light caught everyone’s attention. You watch as a projectile flew over your heads and into a figure standing on a roof several yards away. You look to Mando, eyes wide, before casting your eyes back to the sky only to see a large group of Mandalorians flying into the square and firing on your attacker. You watch in complete awe as the Mandalorians proceed to almost completely wipe out the threat. Mando also returns fire, and so do you before a Heavy Infantry Mandalorian lands a few feet from you, gun firing rapidly.

“Go, get out of here!” he instructs, “We’ll hold them off.”

Mando stops shooting to look at his comrade, “You’re going to have to relocate the covert.” He calls back.

“This is The Way.” Is all he offers.

“This is The Way.” Mando repeats, before grabbing your arm and hauling you off the speeder and to your feet.

He takes the child from your arms and you offer no complaint as you both sprint towards the razor crest, the sounds of battle fading behind you. You see Mando slow to a job in front of you and followed his lead, a few paces behind him as he enters the ship. You both failed to notice the figure climbing down the ladder behind you. You were only aware of it when their boots hit the ground and you whirled around drawing your blaster. But before you can fire off a shot a rough hit to your temple sends you crumpling to the ground, and Mando quickly turns to face your attacker.

“Hold it, Mando.” Greef’s voice fills the hull of the ship, and you groan as you try to sit up right.

“I didn’t want it to come to this,” Karga says, “But then you broke the code. And you-“ he gestures to you now, still on the ground trying to get your vision to stop swimming, “I knew you were trouble from the start. And I told you to stay away, but you didn’t listen.” He seethes.

Mando says nothing, his head just tilts down slightly to look at you before he raises his arm in front of him. Greef tenses at the movement but cannot react before Mando’s grappling device fires into a nearby panel and fills the room with steam. You cover your eyes instinctively and Greef fires blindly into the ship. He stops firing, looking for the Mandalorian, but a well-aimed blaster bolt hits him in the chest and sends him stumbling from the ship and falling onto the ground. Mando closes the ship doors as you stand up slowly, stumbling slightly.

“Are you alright?” Mando’s voice cuts through the silence and he lays a steadying hand on your upper arm.

You nod your head and give him a warm smile, rubbing your temple, “Yeah I’ll be fine. He just surprised me is all.” You reassure.

Mando just nods, and climb up the ladder to the cockpit, you follow closely behind. You take the child from his grasp as he takes the pilots chair, and you sit in the chair to his right, the child in your lap.

The ship lifts off the ground in into the air, past the clouds. You look out the window, watching the setting sun and let out a quiet gasp when the figure of a Mandalorian pull sup next to your ship.

“Mando look!” you slap his arm frantically while waving at the Mandalorian out the window, a silent way of saying thank you.

The Mandalorian gives you and Mando a two fingered salute before pulling away and back to the ground. You let out an amused chuckle and sat back in your chair.

“I have got to get one of those,” Mando murmurs.

You let out a loud laugh at this and nod your head, arms wrapping securely around the child in your lap, “Yes you do. That would so cool!”

You look down at the child as he wriggles in your grasp, reaching his little three-digit hand out in front of him. you follow his line of sight and a smile tugs at the corner of your lips when you see what he wants.

“Uh Mando.”

He hums in response, and you just hold out the child in front of you, so he is closer to the lever, “I think the little guy wants something.” You say amusedly.

Mando’s helmet turns to the side until he is looking at the child, grasping for the small metal ball on the lever. You watch curiously as the usually stoic and seemingly uncaring Mandalorian unscrews the little ball and carefully drops it into the child’s hand. The kid lets out a happy giggle and turns the ball over in his hand, as you pull him back into your lap.

“I think the kid’s making you soft Mando,” you tease as you leave the planet’s atmosphere.

Mando just shook his head as he continued looking forward, fully aware that it wasn’t just the kid who had an impact on his life. You did too. 

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Cutie Reviews: Tokyo Treat 21 September 17

I’m sorry if I seem like I’m skimping a bit. Despite saving this, my review got shut-down mid way through and I’m kinda pissed I need to re-type everything now because for some reason it’s not showing up when I try to put what I saved here...

This months theme: Japanese Characters

I love character goods, so I’m pretty exciting~

As you can see, Pikachu is practically dominating this box- both in and out. Not only that, but besides these Lucky Treat items, Pikachu is also on the several available prizes in this months contest.

We also have an insert about character themed eateries :3 Visiting the Hello Kitty and One Piece themed places would be a dream come true for me! But I’d love to visit any sort of Alice themed place, and Kawaii Monster too!

So for this month we got a fun Odangoyasan DIY, which I’m excited to cover in a separate post because this set changes practically seasonally. I didn’t have the blog when I originally got this but I have made it before, so I can’t wait to check out the differences :3

The “toy item“ for this month is a Tsum Tsum Flashlight Pen, which is pretty cool because despite looking like a dollar store toy, it has a very vibrant light. But wait, that’s not all. We also got a BONUS ITEM, a cute rice ball charm blind bag ♥ I love rice, and I’ve seen these charms before for the longest time so I’m happy I finally have one~

The only thing bothering me is that I don’t know why it was included. I couldn’t find anything in the booklet, nor did I see anything on the website. I don’t mean to look a gift horse in the mouth- but I’m allowed to question where the horse came from.

This is a Doraemon Genki Jelly Drink, which was the featured drink of the premium size. You can enjoy it frozen or just chilled, and it’s grape flavored. It also features an adorable Doraemon and Dorami design on this vibrant blue and yellow packaging :3

4 out of 5. It tastes really good once you get used to it, initially I thought it tasted like grape jelly- like the kind you put on toast. Which I probably hate worse then Peanut Butter (unless it’s homemade, then it’s pretty good). The more you drank the better it tastes though, the only thing really derailing me was the fact it was like... partially frozen, partially liquid, partially jelly. It was all over the place in textures.

I decided to do my usual, sweet-middle-savory style for this review. So here we got five very different candies, ranging from powdered ramune, chewies, and gummies ♥

First up is the tiny, shiny purple thing. I just call it a Rock-Paper-Scissors Gummy because look as it. These are normally in a much larger size, so I was stunned to find out they also make them really small. As far as I know, they come in grape, soda, and cola. It’s stiff though, so it isn’t as fun as the larger sized ones, which are very wiggly and loose.

I got the scissors hand :3 and it’s a very soft grape gummy. 5 out of 5.

Following this we got some Premium Hi-Chew in Red Grape. Essentially these are just Hi-Chew in a slightly powdered round form. The flavor reminds me of a sweetened grape juice box, and I love Hi-Chew so... 5 out of 5. Now, if anyone is curious, for each bag (or just each individual piece it’s hard to make out) it’s 140 calories.

Following these soft sweeties we get some tangy Koume Hello Kitty Ramune ♥ I’m crazy for Hello Kitty so this was probably the most exciting find! In fact, I wish someone would make a box theme for the month be Hello Kitty!

Anyway, these adorbs ramune (pressed powder) candies are available in Fizzy Apple Soda, and Sour Plum flavors. They both fizz a little bit though ;3

3.5 out of 5. Weirdly, to me they both taste like apple flavors! One reminded me of apple juice-soda (like the drink I got crates back ago), while the other reminded me of these apple-flavored candies I had from somewhere. They both tasted good though- the only real thing bothering me was that the packaging makes them look way more vibrant than the actual product.

Following this we have a (partially obscured) Pikachu packaged candy :D These fun little spheres start out tasting like Strawberry, but if you chew on it the flavor changes to watermelon o0o if you suck on it, it changes to melon!

Um... 3 out of 5. They don’t taste bad, but they’re just not my thing.

Lastly, we have this Mochi Candy in Champagne Soda Pop flavor. I’ve seen these around before, they’re essentially tiny pieces of flavored rice cake. You get 12 per set, and they include an adorable toothpick all ready for use.

3.5 out of 5. The flavor is fairly light- it pretty much feels like chewy sugar candy. Not only that but the little package doesn’t exactly re-seal once they’re opened. They are tiny so I imagine most people would eat them all at once, but if you’re like me and you don’t inhale snacks, it’s a little inconvenient don’t you think?

(if you’re curious to see more, I’ve seen all sorts of these on Amazon~)

Now, from sweets to sticks!

These sticks specifically!

First of all can we just admire those realistic looking fries from Jagabee?! They made me craze McDonalds while I was checking them out, doing the photos, and even now as I write this. For this month, the flavor of these fries is Yuzu Salt- creating a light, but aromatic citrus scent with a bit of an acidic taste.

5 out of 5! At first the idea sounded strange to me because I was expecting fruitiness. But the yuzu and salt mix together very well, so I didn’t get that at all thankfully. I’m still overwhelmed by how much they look like fries!

Next are some strawberry pocky. Nothing really special there (even though they are my favorite!), but with the addition of this ultra-cute Hello Kitty dressed in strawberry outfits on the packaging and wrapper ♥ 5 out of 5, of course!

(What makes this item fun was that you could either get this one, or Honey Roasted Rilakkuma style).

Now, the last stick item for this month is a Toppo x Chihayafuru in Fruit Tart. Chihayafuru is a manga (one I never heard of honestly), and now a collab item with Lotte’s toppo snack with a colorful manga packaging theme. There are 3 styles of the box art available.

3.5 out of 5. The flavor is very light and as embarrassing as this might sound... I thought the flavor was cheese before I found out it’s supposedly fruit. You kind of taste the fruit in this, so I could see it as a baked cheesecake flavor maybe? It’s not bad but I was so confused with this... 

Now, for some unique items. Starting with another collab item, we got a Crunky x One Punch Man. One Punch Man is another anime/manga series (and another I never really paid much attention to, although I actually heard of it in comparison to Chihayafuru), while Crunky is a popular chocolate brand featuring this limited edition Cookies n Cream flavor.

Er.... 3 out of 5. It’s not a bad quality chocolate bar. It’s crunchy with rice puffs in it, which is nice if you like that bite. But the cookies n cream flavor is not the type I’m used to at all, and it lacks the chocolate taste, despite clearly having it in the bar. It’s not bad in it’s own way- but I’ve been spoiled by the kind I’m used to T^T

Next is our wagashi for this month, Kinako Mochi Crackers. Coated in cinnamon, wasanbo sugar, and soy flour, these are light and air crackers with a melt in your mouth texture~

5 out of 5! I liked the chewy soy sauce ones we got from last month more- but these are very good ♥ They remind me a lot of the Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal actually. The only thing is that they don’t exactly melt like the description claims. The flavoring gets all over your lips but that’s about it... not that it’s a bad thing~

Lastly are these delicious, but tooth-breaking bag of Calbee Satsumaimon. It’s flavors are Sweet Potato and Cream cheese, which sounds delicious on it’s own right (I love cream cheese!), but they also taste like a potato being eaten with sour cream. 3 out of 5. As much as I like them, they are TOO HARD for me DX I’m afraid of breaking a tooth on them so as much as I like them, I kinda want to keep my teeth you know?

Here is our last set, 4 items that I think kinda look nice on the plate together in a muted sort of way.

Starting off is these little Dagashi item, a small bag of snacking noodles. 3 out of 5. They had like a... chicken-ish taste, I wasn’t crazy about them.

We also have our monthly Umaibo in Sugar Rusk flavor (basically sugar). 3 out of 5. It was a sugary puff snack with a sort of... coconut taste. Not bad- but again it’s not my thing. I like eating unique, savory Umaibo.

This was followed by another Dagashi snack, I don’t really know what they are, but they taste decent and kinda look like little twisty prawns. The flavor is familiar but I couldn’t identify it. 3 out 5... by now they’re terribly stale.

Our final item of the crate is the Shinshu Wasabi flavored Chip Star, which was the featured item for this month! Long story short 5 out of 5 ♥ I was kind of intimidated by these since I like wasabi- in small doses. But these are actually really good. The flavoring is on the mild side, so you need to eat a bunch to really get the wasabi kick in here.

♥ Cutie Ranking ♥

Quality - 4 out of 5. There wasn’t particularly anything wrong with the crate. I enjoyed it fairly well, but... I don’t know, I didn’t feel wowed by it. I was surprised to find the bonus item within the crate though, which was a nice surprise :3

Content - 3 out of 5. Mostly everything was neutral good or better. But I was kind of bugged by the theme. While i was stuff I wanted to see and enjoyed them- a lot of them were just in name only, which was disappointing. Like the Pikachu candy only had Pikachu on the package- yet I’ve seen Pikachu shaped GUMMIES in past boxes. I’ve seen Hello Kitty shaped or styled candy/snacks before... I sorta wish they reached into the theme further.

Total Rank: 7 out of 10 Cuties. It wasn’t the worst crate, not by far. But I feel like last months was better. I loved the theme idea and the random bonus was lovely; but again, the theme was not as themed as I would have liked. It bothers me more this time because I’m aware they could have made it better.

♥ Cutie’s Scale of Yummy ♥

1. Doraemon Jelly Drink - Surprisingly yes, this was probably my favorite of the bunch! Once I got used to the flavor it ended up being really good~

2. Yuzu x Salt Chips - Surprisingly very good! Not overly salted, lovely yuzu scent and mild taste.  

3. Rock-Paper-Scissors Gummy - it was a softer gummy so after eating everything else it was a pleasant treat~ 

4. Mochi Crackers - Exactly like Cinnamon Toast Crunch! 

5. Sour Cream x Cream Cheese Chips - These are delicious- I wanted to rank them ultra high! But their hard texture prevented them from being my most favorite...

6. Hello Kitty Ramune - I liked these even though the flavoring was a bit off in my opinion. 

7. Chip Star Wasabi -  I enjoyed these :D the bit of heat was nice.

8. Hi-Chew Premium Red Grape - I LOVED the flavor of this, but when getting to the heart of the matter it’s not exactly new either...

9. Mochi Candy - The flavor was too light in my opinion...

10. Strawberry Pocky - Although these are my favorite type of pocky, it’s not exactly a new thing.   

11. Sugar Umaibo - It was fine. 

12. Fruit Tart Toppo - The flavor overall confused me.

13. Pikachu Flavor Change Candies - They tasted fine, they just weren’t my thing.

14. Crunky - As I stated, the flavor is fine but I’m used to a different cookies and cream flavor, so this one is foreign.

15. Other thingy I don’t know the name of - double meh...

16. Crunchy Noodle Snack thingies - Meh...

Well that brings us to the end of another exciting, food-filled review :D I hope you found it enjoyable despite kinda... maybe being a bit dull there? I apologize but again, losing your work when you’re nearly done will do that to a person...

Anyway I have a Kawaii Box left for this month! I’m so excited to see what sorts of fun Halloween surprises we get this year. My birthday is also next month, can you guess which day~?

Until next time, stay cute!

[jarmes]

Birdcage Chapter VIII

Masterpost -  Previous Chapter - Next Chapter

Gate, or: the meeting of future friends

“Would you rather have really big feet or really big hands?” I asked.

Sterling leaned back against the gate and scratched his head. “Define really big,” he said.

“Like, five times as big.”

“Five times as long or five times as heavy?”

“Does it matter?”

“Just trying to make sure I know what we’re discussing. Although, if I’m going to be honest, the answer is the same in both scenarios: Really big feet.”

“Really? Wouldn’t that make walking difficult?”

“Really big hands would make nearly every activity difficult. I wield a bow for a living, you can’t shoot arrows with oversized hands.”

“Can't you just get a bigger bow?”

“That isn’t how archery works. Besides, if it's too inconvenient, I can just cut off the extra parts of my feet. I can’t cut off parts of my hands without making them useless.”

“Damn, that’s hardcore,” I said with a laugh.

Sterling and I were standing by the gate located on the wall of the Capital, guarding it. We did a lot of guard duty in those days. Not the most glamorous of occupations, but one we gladly took. It was six months after the tunnels incident and three months after Sterling and I had returned to active duty.

At any given moment, a large portion of the Knights could be found guarding the wall. Some by the gate, some patrolling atop the wall, and some outside, striking down the monsters who came near the Capital. Due to our membership problem, we on Squad V spent most of our days doing guard duty.

Some days, like the day where Sterling and I had our conversation about oversized appendages, Captain Cross worked with us. But, when he was busy with paperwork or meetings, it was just me and Sterling. I have a lot of wonderful memories from those days, from before we began taking on real missions.

Guard duty, especially front gate duty, isn’t extremely interesting. Sterling and I spent most of our time talking, playing word games and discussing hypothetical scenarios. Hence, the hands and feet question. “Which would you chose, by the way?” Sterling asked.

“I’d go with giant hands,” I said. “I bet I could do some serious damage if my fists were the size of a boulder. Besides, more people notice big hands than big feet.”

The gate was ten feet tall and twelve feet across. It was made of crossing wooden bars. Two stone towers sat on either side of the gate, containing mechanisms to open and close it. Captain Cross climbed down from one of the towers holding a small telescope.

“See any monsters?” Sterling asked as Cross walked up to us,

“I spotted a few sandcrawlers down by the river,” Cross said.

“Should we go stop them?” I asked.

Cross shook his head. “No, I’ll tell Squad VII and let them handle it,” he said. “If you want something to do, you can deal with the merchants congregating by the fountain again.”

I looked away from the gate. I squinted and managed to see some tables and people around the fountain. I sighed. “Sure, we can handle it,” I said.

Sterling and I made our way to the large fountain in the center of town, an ornate marble fountain created as a memorial to the late queen of Cieleta. Small tables covered in goods surrounded the fountain. Sterling climbed on top of one of the tables, knocking over a pile of books in the process.

“Excuse me,” Sterling said from atop the table. “This area is not intended to be used as a marketplace, by decree of the King. Seriously, people, this is the third time this week we’ve had to tell you people this.”

The people in the market ignored Sterling and continued shopping. Sterling rolled his eyes, hopped off the table, and placed his hands on the fountain. With his Verse, he altered the shape of the fountain so it sprayed water down on the merchants and shoppers. Most of them shrieked and ran away.

An egg flew through the air and hit Sterling in the face. Without a word, Sterling wiped off the raw egg and scanned the crowd, searching for the culprit.

Sterling fixed the fountain and walked over to a table covered in old weapons and tools. A boy in a cyan stocking cap and patchwork clothes sat behind the table, smiling as water from the fountain dripped down from his nose and splattered on the table. “Is there something I can help you with?” he asked.

Sterling glanced behind the boy in the cyan hat. Another boy sat behind him on a crate, this one wearing an orange hat. The boy in the orange hat peeled a hard-boiled egg, ignoring Sterling’s stares. Soaked pieces of firewood, a pot of water, and a basket of eggs sat in front of the boy in an orange hat.

The boy in the cyan hat moved his head, blocking off Sterling’s view of his brother. “We sell used tools and weapons at prices much lower than local blacksmiths,” he said. “Also, we’ve started selling hard-boiled eggs as of last Tuesday. It’s a funny story, really, this lady needed to by a pan but didn’t have any money, but she owned some chickens and had a ton of eggs. We tried eating them all, but we got sick of eggs-”

“You there, in the orange hat, what’s your name?” Sterling said.

“That’s my brother, Pollux,” the boy in the cyan hat said. “Don’t call him Polly though, he gets mad. He usually lets me do all the talking because I’m better with customers. I’m Cas, by the way.”

“A few minutes ago, I was hit in the head by an egg,” Sterling said.

Pollux looked up from his egg. “Interesting,” he said.

Sterling narrowed his eyes. “I see that you have a basket full of eggs right there,” he said.

“Do I? Quite frankly, I hadn’t noticed. I was too distracted by the sudden rainstorm soaking my clothes and ruining my fire.”

Sterling narrowed his eyes. “I don’t like you,” he said.

I walked up and put my arm around Sterling’s shoulders. “What’s going on here?” I asked.

“Just talking to a pair of merchants,” Sterling replied.

“We sell all kinds of armor and weaponry. I’m sure we have something that Knights like you two could use,” Cas said with a cheery smile.

I picked up a rust covered sword. “This sword seems to be very...nice,” I said. “Where did you get it?”

“People in this city have a really bad problem with throwing junk in the river,” Cas said. “We fish it out, shine it up, and sell it. Really, we’re doing a public service.”

“That’s nice, but the king doesn’t like merchants setting up shop by the fountain,” I said. “We’ve told you before to sell your goods somewhere else.”

“There isn’t really anywhere else we can go,” Cas said with a pout. “The market district still hasn’t been rebuilt after that sinkhole swallowed it up. Besides, we’ve been doing this for months. Why is it only a problem now?”

“You have an hour to leave. Otherwise, Sterling’s going to turn on the rain again,” I said as Sterling and I walked away. “Also, don’t throw eggs at people.”

“They’ll be back tomorrow,” Sterling said as we walked away.

“Think on the bright side. It’ll give us something to do instead of just standing by the gate all day,” I said.

Sterling and I made our way back to the gate. I climbed up one of the guard towers and stared out at the world beyond the walls, at the wide-open world I hadn’t left ventured out into since my mother died. I stared at the fields of overgrown plants and fortifications built to deter monsters. I stared at the river that ran along the edge of the city, once used to ship goods throughout the kingdom, nearly abandoned after the Purge.

And, in the distance, I saw a cart filled with goods speeding towards the castle, pulled by two horses. I grabbed Captain Cross’s telescope and zoomed in on the cart. A man in blue armor sat on the cart, covered in blood and clutching his arm. I looked behind the cart and saw a dozen red-eyed wolves chasing behind the cart, teeth gnashing.

I jumped down from the guard tower. “Open the gate!” I shouted.

“Calm down, what’s going on?” Captain Cross said.

“There’s a man outside the wall,” I said.

Cross looked out through the gate. “That isn’t good,” he muttered.

In the distance, the wolves descended on the man’s cart. The man pulled a knife from a box and cut his horses loose. A few of the wolves switched targets and chased after the fleeing horses.

The man rummaged through the boxes in the back of the cart as it slowed down. One of the wolves jumped onto the cart right as the man pulled out a match and a bottle of oil. Striking the match, the man smothered the cart and wolf in flames, leaping off to avoid being burned.

“What are we waiting for? We need to open the gate!” I shouted.

“We can’t let monsters into the Capital,” Cross snapped back. “The smoke from the burning cart will catch the attention of one of the Squads patrolling the wall. They’ll handle the wolves.”

“By the time they get here, that man will already be dead!”

The man ran from the flaming cart. Most of the wolves ran in the opposite direction, scared by the flames. But three wolves chased after the man, unphased by the inferno. One of them pounced and sunk its teeth into the man’s arm.

“He’s dying, Captain,” I said.

An arrow flew through the gate and struck the mauling wolf in the center of its skull. I turned to see Sterling holding his bow. “It’s your call, Captain,” he said. “I can buy him some time from back here, but he will die if we don’t let him in.”

Cross sighed. “Ernest, climb the guard tower and be ready to lift the gate when, and only when, I give you the signal,” he said. “Sterling, keep shooting. I’ll deal with anything that gets through myself.”

The man kept running, drawing closer and closer to the gate. The two remaining wolves grew closer and closer to the running man. “Open the gate!” he yelled.

I reached the top of the guard tower and began turning the crank to lift the gate. Inch by inch, the gate began to rise. “Crank harder!” Cross shouted.

Sterling got down on his knees and placed his hands on the ground. Using his verse, he created a pair of stone hands that lifted the gate enough for the man to slide through. As he slid under the wooden bars of the gate, two wolves rushed through after him, slipping through before Sterling could destroy the hands.

Cross sprung to action, striking one of the wolves with his lance and instantly turning it to dust. I jumped from the tower and swung my sword down on the final wolf, cutting off its head.

Sterling, Cross, and I all walked over to the injured man. “Thanks,” he said in between heavy breaths.

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Old Records Never Die by Eric Spitznagel – the real High Fidelity

Eric Spitznagels account of a chase for old albums ends up as a tale of a midlife crisis, albeit one which sadly neglects to notice that women, too, love vinyl

I am writing this review at my teenage record store in Boise, Idaho. According to Google Maps I am approximately 5,147 miles away from my current home in Berlin, Germany, and 2,468 miles away from Brooklyn, New York, where, for seven years, I ran a twice-monthly vinyl club. It involved hauling two turntables and a mixer to our local bar in a granny cart so that I and several dozen friends and total strangers could play the same records we played in our teenage bedrooms, but with the beer we could now drink and the professional sound system we never had.

This is the same store where, during my unfortunate hair metal phase, I bought Bon Jovi and Cinderella. Its also where, three years ago, I rifled through the rare 45s box and came back with the first Green River single for our annual Grunge New Years Eve party. Its where I scored my first Dead Kennedys records (carefully hiding the parental advisory stickers) and my first Bauhaus T-shirt (later gifted by my little brother to his girlfriend, sadly). And its where, two nights ago, I had beer with my high school friend right before she snuck off to see a Peter Murphy acoustic set that ended with her giving him a surprise greeting in his tour bus.

Walking into his childhood record store after 20 years, Eric Spitznagel, journalist and author of the memoir Old Records Never Die, sees the usual posters arranged in seemingly haphazard order Tupac, Tom Waits, Dylan, the Ramones and writes: These were posters you might see in any record store in any city in the world and the placement felt comforting and familiar, like the stained glass windows at the church you went to growing up. Youd seen the same colors and designs a thousand times before, but somehow the windows in your church seemed unique and inimitable. So true, my friend, I think, swiping my debit card to pay for a T-shirt with the logo for my own imitable church of vinyl.

Picture Rob Gordon, the record-obsessed protagonist of Nick Hornbys High Fidelity, then add 10 years: At 45, Spitznagel has both a wife (Kelly, whom he met when both worked at Chicagos Second City) and the kid (a charming three-year-old named Charlie).

But while Robs records (temporarily) cost him his girl, our friend Eric has the family but misses his discs: sold throughout the 90s when selling records was a victimless crime, for beer money, tacos and Trader Joes wine (all six Clash albums including the Hitsville 7-inch! paid for a a week of groceries at the liquor store down the block). In his day job as an entertainment reporter he interviews Questlove, who tells Spitznagel he still has every record he ever owned, all 70,000 of them. Spitznagel, inspired, finds his mid-life mission (or crisis): never mind the mistress and the sports car, hes going to get his records back. And not just copies of the same records. No, this guy is out to get the exact same records he sold more than a decade before, which will lead him back to his childhood home, his college radio station, muddy crawl spaces, and the musty basement of some dude who, a few decades before, once owned his now-defunct hometown record store.

Vinyl is making a comeback, even among kids who never grew up with records (many of whom showed up at my vinyl nights). But for those of us of certain age born in the 70s, the generation who lost our collections to exes, moms basement clearing and iTunes the idea that one would know an album is ones own original copy is less lunatic than it first may seem. Records, writes Spitznagel, are are bulky, inconvenient, easily damaged objects. Vinyl is like skin that changes, in good and bad ways, over a lifetime. Skin gets damaged, intentionally or by accident maybe it gets burned, or tattooed or scarred but it always retains some of its original character. Its the same skin its just weathered some life.

Spitznagel has a few clues to go on: his copy of Elton Johns Greatest Hits smells like cherries from the Lions Club garage sale, held in 1977 in a former cherry processing plant. Billy Joels The Stranger smells like Calvin Kleins Obsession. The Replacements Let It Be smells like weed. Bon Jovis Livin on a Prayer will have a girls phone number from a 708 area code. Around this time, an overarching theme begins to emerge: the records he most wants involve hot girls from his past he either had sex with, or wanted to have sex with. Maybe were not so far from the mistress and the sports car after all.

Records, like comics, have long been considered a dude-centric pastime, and Spitznagel, whose previous six books include Planet Baywatch, Fast Forward (Confessions of a Porn Screenwriter), and Ron Jeremy: The Hardest (Working) Man in Show Business, isnt breaking any molds here. He compares selling his record collection to the guy who gets kissed by a hot girl and decides to get rid of his porn collection immediately because I wont be needing this anymore. At the Pixies reunion show, he sees a sea of fortysomething dudes with Black Francis man-nipples, (were there no Kim Deal fans in the audience?); at the Replacements reunion show, he mourns his uncool dad status. One is tempted to remind him that Westerberg, now 56, is also a dad, and that chicks, too I am one own Let it Be, on TwinTone.

When he goes to a record swap, I laughed at the line when he realizes that harrowing moment when you realize the only thing separating you and a civil war re-enactor is better underwear but wondered if he may have passed, say, the divorced fortysomething mother who used to DJ with me twice a month and whose teenage kids now buy her records for every holiday and birthday. And when he blows the daycare money buying records in Nashville prompting a VHS cassette of Cocksucker Blues to be hurled at the wall by his exasperated wife I thought of the hundreds of hours I have spent crate-diving and DJing next to my own boyfriend, and say, my married friends Jake and Lisa who host their own DJ show together. Arent there any records Kelly might like? If they cant get a babysitter to make date night to the reunion shows, couldnt he at least make the woman a mixtape?

But around this time, Spitznagel seems to be thinking along the same lines. When he finally scores a copy of Van Morrisons Dweller on the Threshold, the song that was playing when he lost his virginity no wait, when he first realized sex could be fun he admits he finds it totally unsettling to see his three-year-old son do a silly interpretive dance to a song whose only other association from me were three months in the early 90s when I was having regular wild-monkey sex with a sexy blonde on a busted-ass futon. And around this time Kelly, too, begins to ask some questions.

Is this the same girl whose number is on that Bon Jovi record? What? Oh no, thats a totally different girl. Do any of these records you want have stories that dont involve women youve slept with?

Around then, like Hornbys Rob Gordon, Spitznagel gets the message: its time to play grownup. He finally looks for a way to use his records to connect himself to his past: childhood friends, his family home, and the actual family he has now. There are field trips to his old college radio station (where he and a friend hang at their old fraternity house and depress the hell out of its current inhabitants by informing them that Nobody tells you that the girl you titty-fucked in the bar restroom when you were 20 is going to get breast cancer in 20 years and you will go to her funeral with very complicated emotions.) There is a hilarious incident involving a dessicated box of 1978 Boo Berry crunch, and a woman or two from the past show up to provide non-marriage-ruining plotlines of their own.

Oh, and yeah, he scores a few records along the way. Were they the droids he was looking for? Well, lets just say he finds a few whose scars may well have been inflicted by his younger self, bangs up a few more in the process, and he and his family and friends make up the rest. But as any crate digger knows, its all about the hunt. Meanwhile, back here at my old record store, some dude blasts past blaring and singing and fist-pumping along to Toto. Hurry boy, its waiting there for you!

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Old Records Never Die by Eric Spitznagel – the real High Fidelity

Eric Spitznagels account of a chase for old albums ends up as a tale of a midlife crisis, albeit one which sadly neglects to notice that women, too, love vinyl

I am writing this review at my teenage record store in Boise, Idaho. According to Google Maps I am approximately 5,147 miles away from my current home in Berlin, Germany, and 2,468 miles away from Brooklyn, New York, where, for seven years, I ran a twice-monthly vinyl club. It involved hauling two turntables and a mixer to our local bar in a granny cart so that I and several dozen friends and total strangers could play the same records we played in our teenage bedrooms, but with the beer we could now drink and the professional sound system we never had.

This is the same store where, during my unfortunate hair metal phase, I bought Bon Jovi and Cinderella. Its also where, three years ago, I rifled through the rare 45s box and came back with the first Green River single for our annual Grunge New Years Eve party. Its where I scored my first Dead Kennedys records (carefully hiding the parental advisory stickers) and my first Bauhaus T-shirt (later gifted by my little brother to his girlfriend, sadly). And its where, two nights ago, I had beer with my high school friend right before she snuck off to see a Peter Murphy acoustic set that ended with her giving him a surprise greeting in his tour bus.

Walking into his childhood record store after 20 years, Eric Spitznagel, journalist and author of the memoir Old Records Never Die, sees the usual posters arranged in seemingly haphazard order Tupac, Tom Waits, Dylan, the Ramones and writes: These were posters you might see in any record store in any city in the world and the placement felt comforting and familiar, like the stained glass windows at the church you went to growing up. Youd seen the same colors and designs a thousand times before, but somehow the windows in your church seemed unique and inimitable. So true, my friend, I think, swiping my debit card to pay for a T-shirt with the logo for my own imitable church of vinyl.

Picture Rob Gordon, the record-obsessed protagonist of Nick Hornbys High Fidelity, then add 10 years: At 45, Spitznagel has both a wife (Kelly, whom he met when both worked at Chicagos Second City) and the kid (a charming three-year-old named Charlie).

But while Robs records (temporarily) cost him his girl, our friend Eric has the family but misses his discs: sold throughout the 90s when selling records was a victimless crime, for beer money, tacos and Trader Joes wine (all six Clash albums including the Hitsville 7-inch! paid for a a week of groceries at the liquor store down the block). In his day job as an entertainment reporter he interviews Questlove, who tells Spitznagel he still has every record he ever owned, all 70,000 of them. Spitznagel, inspired, finds his mid-life mission (or crisis): never mind the mistress and the sports car, hes going to get his records back. And not just copies of the same records. No, this guy is out to get the exact same records he sold more than a decade before, which will lead him back to his childhood home, his college radio station, muddy crawl spaces, and the musty basement of some dude who, a few decades before, once owned his now-defunct hometown record store.

Vinyl is making a comeback, even among kids who never grew up with records (many of whom showed up at my vinyl nights). But for those of us of certain age born in the 70s, the generation who lost our collections to exes, moms basement clearing and iTunes the idea that one would know an album is ones own original copy is less lunatic than it first may seem. Records, writes Spitznagel, are are bulky, inconvenient, easily damaged objects. Vinyl is like skin that changes, in good and bad ways, over a lifetime. Skin gets damaged, intentionally or by accident maybe it gets burned, or tattooed or scarred but it always retains some of its original character. Its the same skin its just weathered some life.

Spitznagel has a few clues to go on: his copy of Elton Johns Greatest Hits smells like cherries from the Lions Club garage sale, held in 1977 in a former cherry processing plant. Billy Joels The Stranger smells like Calvin Kleins Obsession. The Replacements Let It Be smells like weed. Bon Jovis Livin on a Prayer will have a girls phone number from a 708 area code. Around this time, an overarching theme begins to emerge: the records he most wants involve hot girls from his past he either had sex with, or wanted to have sex with. Maybe were not so far from the mistress and the sports car after all.

Records, like comics, have long been considered a dude-centric pastime, and Spitznagel, whose previous six books include Planet Baywatch, Fast Forward (Confessions of a Porn Screenwriter), and Ron Jeremy: The Hardest (Working) Man in Show Business, isnt breaking any molds here. He compares selling his record collection to the guy who gets kissed by a hot girl and decides to get rid of his porn collection immediately because I wont be needing this anymore. At the Pixies reunion show, he sees a sea of fortysomething dudes with Black Francis man-nipples, (were there no Kim Deal fans in the audience?); at the Replacements reunion show, he mourns his uncool dad status. One is tempted to remind him that Westerberg, now 56, is also a dad, and that chicks, too I am one own Let it Be, on TwinTone.

When he goes to a record swap, I laughed at the line when he realizes that harrowing moment when you realize the only thing separating you and a civil war re-enactor is better underwear but wondered if he may have passed, say, the divorced fortysomething mother who used to DJ with me twice a month and whose teenage kids now buy her records for every holiday and birthday. And when he blows the daycare money buying records in Nashville prompting a VHS cassette of Cocksucker Blues to be hurled at the wall by his exasperated wife I thought of the hundreds of hours I have spent crate-diving and DJing next to my own boyfriend, and say, my married friends Jake and Lisa who host their own DJ show together. Arent there any records Kelly might like? If they cant get a babysitter to make date night to the reunion shows, couldnt he at least make the woman a mixtape?

But around this time, Spitznagel seems to be thinking along the same lines. When he finally scores a copy of Van Morrisons Dweller on the Threshold, the song that was playing when he lost his virginity no wait, when he first realized sex could be fun he admits he finds it totally unsettling to see his three-year-old son do a silly interpretive dance to a song whose only other association from me were three months in the early 90s when I was having regular wild-monkey sex with a sexy blonde on a busted-ass futon. And around this time Kelly, too, begins to ask some questions.

Is this the same girl whose number is on that Bon Jovi record? What? Oh no, thats a totally different girl. Do any of these records you want have stories that dont involve women youve slept with?

Around then, like Hornbys Rob Gordon, Spitznagel gets the message: its time to play grownup. He finally looks for a way to use his records to connect himself to his past: childhood friends, his family home, and the actual family he has now. There are field trips to his old college radio station (where he and a friend hang at their old fraternity house and depress the hell out of its current inhabitants by informing them that Nobody tells you that the girl you titty-fucked in the bar restroom when you were 20 is going to get breast cancer in 20 years and you will go to her funeral with very complicated emotions.) There is a hilarious incident involving a dessicated box of 1978 Boo Berry crunch, and a woman or two from the past show up to provide non-marriage-ruining plotlines of their own.

Oh, and yeah, he scores a few records along the way. Were they the droids he was looking for? Well, lets just say he finds a few whose scars may well have been inflicted by his younger self, bangs up a few more in the process, and he and his family and friends make up the rest. But as any crate digger knows, its all about the hunt. Meanwhile, back here at my old record store, some dude blasts past blaring and singing and fist-pumping along to Toto. Hurry boy, its waiting there for you!

from All Of Beer http://allofbeer.com/old-records-never-die-by-eric-spitznagel-the-real-high-fidelity/