Strike OOC - TYL WITH SPANNER

[ballsandbats]

[ Yamamoto is sitting on the couch in the living room, newspaper in hand and reading glasses perched on his nose. He was thankful for the fact that it was the MLB's off season right now, which allowed him to stay home with his kids and husband, for once. He rubs idly at his chin, checking on his watch every now and then. Spanner was supposed to be

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big long hulking post what

[spanamacchina]

[And it sure is totally awesome that Spanner happened to be in New York during this particular weekend, participating in his usual ROBOT SHENANIGANS. He hadn't been expecting a call from his best bro ever inviting him to stay though, so that part was a really nice surprise. He hadn't hung out with Yamamoto in what felt like years. Very well might have been years, in fact. Also, he was late.

What with all the ROBOT SHENANIGANS he really hadn't been able to peel himself away until now, and was currently wiping his oil stained hands off on his overalls, leaving attractive grease marks up the sides of his thighs. No matter however, because he was unlocking the door to his hotel room at the same time, shucking the dirtied overalls off and leaving them in a sad heap by the door, before turning in a circle to hunt down a pair of jeans.

Five minutes later he was dressed back in proper attire, struggling to pull a jersey over his head as he kicked the door shut, descending the stairs two at a time. His Harley was propped up against the wall and he pushed his helmet on over his head as he unlocked it, nudging the kick stand up with his foot. Finally he was on his bike, and out onto the busy streets, muttering Yamamoto's address over and over to himself underneath his breath as he revved the engine. His friend lived out in the suburbs of New York; in an actual house, even. Spanner envied the two of them, since he was consistently having to travel to America for bits and pieces of work (mainly for ROBOT SHENANIGANS), but owned a perfectly good house in Italy that he was unwilling to sell. Besides, Shouichi liked it there.

He was pulling up to the house in twenty minutes give or take, propping his motorcycle outside of the residence and pulling his helmet off. His curls momentarily clung to the inside of it in an act of static electricity, but he simply raised a gloved hand and flattened them resolutely as he made his way up the front door. He cleared his throat, toed the welcome mat, and raised a fist to knock once, twice, three times.]

jay approves =7=b

[ballsandbats]

[At the sound of a knock, Yamamoto pulls himself off the couch and pads along to the door, Jirou at his side. He unlocks the door and twists the doorknob, pulling it open. A wide grin tugs at his cheeks as he sees his bro standing outside, and Yamamoto opens his arms to pull Spanner into a BRO-HUG.]

Spanner! I thought you'd never come, haha!

caddyl approves of BRO HUGS

[spanamacchina]

Sorry I'm late -

[Explanations can wait though, because it's time for an awesome MANLY HUG. He thumps Yamamoto on the back, and when he pulls away he's grinning lazily around the lollipop stick in his mouth.]

How are you? I haven't seen you in ages.

BRO HUGS ARE ALWAYS GOOD ;A;

[ballsandbats]

Still have a lollipop in your mouth, I see?

[ He laughs, backing up to let Spanner in.]

I'm good, as usual, haha! How about you? You were the one who had to fly all the way here!

I AGREE

[spanamacchina]

Always. [He wipes his feet on the welcome mat and steps inside, shifting the stick in his mouth.]

Nice place... uh - yeah, I needed to come down here anyway for some stuff, so I didn't mind.

OF COURSE, BRO

[ballsandbats]

Aw, it's not much - I'm sure your place is much nicer over in Italy.

[ Have a Jirou jumping up at your knees. ]

[spanamacchina]

It's pretty, nice yeah - [Spanner oofs as the dog collides with his legs, dropping down in a crouch to ruffle the floppy ears.]

Hey Jirou.

[ballsandbats]

[ Jirou will be JUMPING UP AND LICKING SPANNER'S FACE because nerds taste yummy =u= ]

Aw, c'mon boy, no hogging my friend.

[ Yamamoto laughs, watching as Spanner scratched him. ]

[spanamacchina]

[Probably tastes like lollipop. Spanner chuckles and nudges the overexcited pup away from his face, scratching along his back.]

Energetic as ever, aren't you?

[ballsandbats]

Always. He terrorizes Uri all the time.

[ He ushers for the dog to run over to fetch the kids, which Jirou obliges with a happy bark before running off. Yamamoto looks back up, grinning widely at his bro. ]

I'm glad you could make it, Spanner. I've missed you - it's been so long, after all.

[spanamacchina]

[Spanner stands form his crouch, grin on his face as he settles his hands into his pockets.]

I know. It's great to see you again, I missed you too.

[ballsandbats]

You look good - healthy.

[ Bro punch to arm =3= And at that moment, Jirou runs in with a bark, tail wagging as he goes right back to licking Spanner. ]

Oh - that must mean the kids are coming.

[spanamacchina]

The - kids?

[He's heard of these kids, but never seen them. Jirou licks his ankle desperately, so he crouches back down and returns to rubbing his knuckles over the dog's head gently.]

LOLWHOOPS TECHNICALLY THEY ONLY HAVE TERRY AT LIKE. 28, SO THIS IS MORE THAN TYL OKOK

[ballsandbats]

[ He nods, and turns his head as a bleary-eyed six-year-old boy turns around the corner and into the hall, all while holding a little girl's hand. Yamamoto's grin changes into one of soft, parental pride as he crouches down, holding an arm out as if to usher them closer. The younger of the two gives a shriek of joy, careening into her father's arms with a tumble. Yamamoto laughs, lifting her into his arms and propping her against his hip while the boy - a mirror image of Yamamoto, really, only with wavy, silver hair - slips a small hand into his. ]

This little devil here is Tryphosa, [ Yamamoto starts, pressing a small kiss against ebony curls. ] and this is Feliciano.

sdjfghsjkf t-they're so cute!

[spanamacchina]

Geez, Yamamoto... [Spanner gets to his feet again as Jirou backs off, gaze resting on the dark haired girl settled on his friend's hip. Her hair colour was identical to her father's, but she had bits of Gokudera about her too; in the shape of her face, in her eyes. He couldn't believe that one of his friends actually had kids.]

It's nice to meet you two.

of course they are, bro =3=

[ballsandbats]

I've told them all about you - you don't know how interested Felix was when I mentioned you make robots. [ Yamamoto only laughs, a low rumble in his throat as Tryphosa reaches out a small, pudgy hand, cheeks rosy as she laughed - and there was a small resemblance of her father there, too.

"Candy!" she gurgled, green eyes wide and bright as she pointed to the lollipop in Spanner's mouth.

Feliciano was much quieter, however, pressing himself close to Yamamoto's leg as he stared up at the tall, blond stranger. He mumbles a small "Nice to meetcha", looking bashful as he grips onto Yamamoto's hand, his other hand fiddling with the fabric of his pants. ]