[Scene] Cold Lampin' with Iris and Woxxor
Wocky: ((*Wocky beats Iris within an inch of her life witg a chair*))
Iris ((get out the chloroform rag))
Trucy: *After dinner the second night Iris is in town, Phoenix heads out to work, and Trucy takes a great deal of pride in helping Iris clean up the the dishes. She makes it her job to dry and put the dishes away, happily reciting where everything goes for Iris. She's clearly full of energy and almost loses a few glass in her excitement, but manages to keep her hands on them all.*
Trucy: What are we doing to do tomorrow, Iris? Can we go to the park? Can we go to the beach? Can we go shopping? Can we bake cookies? *She continues to rattle off options as she places the last pot in a cupboard.
Iris: *This is Iris's first time spending time alone with her significant other's daughter, and though she's a little nervous, she tries not to show it. Things have been going smoothly so far -- she's charmed by Trucy as usual, and the fact that the little girl is so talkative makes things less awkward for her*
Iris: *puts away a glass and smiles down at the girl* We can do whatever you'd like, Trucy... especially since you've been so very helpful this evening.
Trucy: *Trucy beams.* Let's bake cookies, so Daddy can take some to work! And give them to his friends at the bar!
Iris: That's a wonderful idea. I'm certain he would like that very much. *tilts her head* Have you ever baked cookies before?
Trucy: Ummm... *Trucy taps her chin in thought.* No. But Mr. Edgeyworth and I baked a cake! A strawberry one!
Iris: *earnestly surprised -- she can't imagine what the man would be like around children* A cake? You and Mr. Edgeworth...? And how did it come out?
Trucy: Really good! He promised we could make another one, next time. *She starts to go into more detail when there's a noise at the door.*
Wocky: *Wocky pounds his first loudly on the door to Phoenix and Trucy's apartment, holding a plastic grocery bag in his other hand. How he got into the building, nobody knows.*
Iris: *looks up when she hears the pounding on the door -- they aren't expecting any visitors today...* Oh... who could it be? *she leaves the kitchen, moves to the door and looks curiously looks through the peephole before opening the door for the young boy*
Wocky: *Wocky looks up to Iris with a confused sneer. He doesn't recognize her and it isn't clicking in his head yet that this might be this "Iris" Trucy told him about* ... Hey hey, what haps in th' hood, yo? Where be my Tru-Bunny kickin'?
Trucy: *Trucy creeps after her, but when she sees it's Wocky she lights up and runs to greet him.* Woxxor! What are you doing here?
Iris: *puts a hand to her mouth, blinking down at Trucy and the little gangster* Wock...ser? *manages a nervous smile, uncomprehending what the boy is saying* Trucy, is this a friend of yours from school?
Wocky: *Wocky's sneer is quickly replaced with a wide grin* Oh hey, that where you at. *he holds up the grocery bag* Ma told me to go cold lamp elsewhere-like so I brought over some ice cream to nummy down on if you be wantin' to, yo.
Trucy: Ooh, ice cream! *Trucy glances between the two and gives Iris' hand a tug.* Iris, this is my friend Woxxor! He was my reading buddy at school. *She tugs Wocky's sleeve with the other hand* Woxxor, this is my Daddy's girlfriend, Iris!
Iris: Oh! *her expression changes to a sweet and inviting one as she holds out her hand for him to shake* Hello, Wockser. It's a pleasure to meet you.
Wocky: Aw, so you be Masta P's boo then. Aw-ite, I can dig it, shorty. You look like you take good care a' this here tight crib an' shiie. *Wocky brings his hand up to give a high-5, waiting for Iris to slap him some skin*
Iris: *stares at Wocky's hand while she holds hers out* ....
Wocky: Yo don't be leavin' me hangin', homeslice. *he cocks an eyebrow*
Trucy: *Trucy looks to them both, then takes Iris's wrist and guides her into giving him five* There! Now you're friends, too.
Iris: *blinks* Ah... u-um. ...My apologies. *she's not sure what a "homeslice" is but she assumes it to be something inoffensive*
Wocky: *Wocky grins and brings his hand back down* Straight up, fly girl. We rollin' deep now. *he holds up the grocery bag again* An' this be headin' south real fast so you can be chowin' down on somma the goods here too if you be wantin'.
Trucy: I'll get bowls! *Trucy turns towards the kitchen, but then stops herself and looks to Iris.* Can we, Iris? We don't want it to melt!
Iris: *quietly* "Fly girl"...? *to Trucy* I certainly won't object to that. It's time for dessert, after all. *turns to Wocky* Thank you for the treat, Wockser. It was very nice of you.
Wocky: Mizz Rizz-a-dilly-yo, you th' bomb. Glad you see you ain't a playa hater all over Cherry Garcia here. *Wocky steps inside the apartment and pulls off his sneakers, following Trucy into the kitchen*
Trucy: Thanks, Iris! *Trucy skips into the kitchen and pushes her step stool to the counter so she can get them all a bowl.*
Iris: *slowly follows the children into the kitchen, staring at Wocky* ...Ah. Um. ...Pardon?
Wocky: *Wocky turns his head and blinks at Iris* Yo you ain't never be havin' Cherry Garcia? *he pulls the carton of ice cream out of the bag and shows it to Iris* S'real bumpin' like.
Trucy: *Trucy sets out the bowls and digs into a drawer for spoons and the ice cream scooper.* Can you scoop it? I'm not very good at it...
Iris: *brightens when she finally understand something Wocky says* I've seen this "Cherry Garcia" in the supermarket... but no, I've never tried it. I'll scoop it for you. *pause* ...How is it "bumping?"
Wocky: *Wocky opens the lid of the carton and sets it on the counter for Iris to scoop* How it be bumpin'?! Girl, you trippin'. This shiie ain't wack, yo. It be real kickin', jigga!
Trucy: *Trucy giggles, and doesn't seem to have any inclination to translate.*
Iris: *opens her mouth to answer, but it takes a second for her to think of what to say exactly* ...That's lovely! *takes the scoop and begins to dig in*
Wocky: *Wocky grins, assuming Iris got the point. He stands next to Trucy and watches Iris scoop the melting ice cream* I be all over a big scoop if that be chill.
Trucy: *Trucy lifts up her knee to show him while they wait.* Look, Woxxor! It's really gross now! *She picks at the bandage just enough to show off her scab*
Wocky: *Wocky looks down* Aw tight, boo. That be somethin' fierce under there! Your pops ain't Lunchin' o' nothin' bout that right?
Iris: *gives both Trucy and Wocky some very generous helpings of ice cream, figuring that's what children like. Her own portion is not nearly as big*
Trucy: Nope! He even kissed it for me. *Trucy sticks it back down when she realizes the ice cream is ready.* I'm pretty tough, right?
Wocky: *Wocky reaches over and ruffles up Trucy's hair a bit* Dizzaym, you be hardcore!! *Wocky takes Trucy's bowl off the counter and hands it to her before grabbing his own*
Iris: *sits down at the table with her bowl, spooning a bit of it and bringing it to her mouth as she quietly observes the two*
Trucy: *Trucy hops into a seat next to Iris* Iris is staying with us. Just for a while, though. Then she's gonna go see Pearl!
Wocky: *Wocky takes the seat across from the two girls, ramming his spoon into his ice cream and scooping out a large wad ot if* Oh that right? You be cold-lampin' wit P-Boo?
Iris: *takes the spoon out of her mouth, swallowing the ice cream as she looks towards Wocky with a puzzled expression* Um.....
Trucy: Iris and Pearl are sisters! So that means were all family! *Trucy grins brightly, looking as if she wants to say more, but then she wiggles and doesn't add anything.*
Wocky: Aw heck yeah, that shiie be killer! *He grins wide* You three shorties gotta 'come round the ol' Kitaki crib sometime y'knowhwatimsayin?
Iris: *her sights are still fixated on Wocky... and then she lowers her head, bringing a closed fist to her lips and looking very troubled all of a sudden*
Trucy: Yeah! Then we can ALL bake cookies! *She looks to Iris for confirmation, and frowns when she sees her looking distressed.* Iris?
Wocky: *Wocky tilts his head, looking at Iris8 Yo Mizz Rizz? Wut's th' dilly yo?
Iris: Ah... *brows furrowed, she's embarrassed to say but honestly apologetic for this more than anything* I'm... terribly sorry, Wockser, but... *looks up at him with sad eyes* I'm afraid I can't understand what you're saying. It's not your fault, I'm sure. I-I'm not accustomed to the kind of words you use...
Wocky: *Wocky smacks his hand down on the table, looking seriously at Iris* Aw shiie yo, you should'a been all over tellin' me that from th' start, yo! That ain't no try-fo-lin' matter, shor-- *Wocky stops and clears his throat a little, eating a spoonful of ice cream* It be important to understand people an' shiie, right? I be so used t' Tru-Bunny an' Lil C understandin' what I flap my gums to I forgets sometimes.
Trucy: *Trucy giggles* It took me a while to get used to it, too.
Iris: *smiles a little at Wocky's response, blushing a little with embarrassment* I'm sorry. I didn't want to be rude...
Wocky: Ain't nothin' rude 'bout that! *Wocky grins, playing a bit with his hair* My ma be smackin' me real good when I be talkin' like that in fronta our guests and shiie, it ain't nothin' big to be usin' my re-spek-ful voice t' you an' all. I just gots to be thinkin' of you as another family, yo. An' be thinkin' that my ma gon come and beat my ass if I don't!
Trucy: *Trucy giggles some more* Mrs. Woxxor is really nice. She makes good cookies and cakes and things.
Wocky: Aw shiie. *Wocky snaps his fingers* Tru-bunny, I be forgettin' -- we had guests over for tea t'day an' shiie and we gots all this leftover dango. I shoulda been bringin' that over too!
Iris: *nods -- she has to listen carefully, but she can understand Wocky much better now* Oh... Did your mother make the dango?
Trucy: *Trucy eats her ice cream* Whassa dango?
Wocky: *Wocky nods quickly* Aw hells yeah, she be-- *he slows down, cleaning his throat again* Yeah, she did. She makes great dango, an' buns an'... an' everythin'! I help sometimes. *he looks over to Trucy* Aw you never had dango?! It's fly, yo. It be a rice dumplin' and it's real good. Straight kickin'.
Iris: *finally, a common ground!* I like dango, too. Are you Japanese like myself, then...?
Wocky: Aw, you shittin' me?! *Wocky slaps his palm down on the table, grinning wide* That's tight! Uh, I mean, yeah, I'm Japanese an' so are my parents!
Trucy: *Trucy beams* Does that mean you're like family, too!?
Iris: *takes a spoonful of ice cream and smiles* On a large scale... I suppose we are, in a way.
Wocky: That is tight! I should bring over some buns next time for you, Mizz Rizz! *looks to Trucy* Did you tell her 'bout them bunny buns I made you fo' you birthday?
Trucy: Oh! That's right! *Trucy makes gestures with her fingers as she describes them.* Woxxor made me some buns shaped like little bunnies! They were so cute, with little ears and everything!
Iris: That's adorable! *faces Wocky again* Thank you for being such a good friend to Trucy. If you'd like, I could take you two some place fun this week...
Wocky: Aw really? Shiie, that'd be real kickin'! I'd have to be askin' if I can be rollin' out with my folks first though.
Trucy: Can we? Really? *Trucy bounces in her chair as she takes another bite of ice cream.* Can Woxxer come shopping with us? Or to the beach?
Iris: *nods* We certainly can... if both of your parents wouldn't mind. *eats another bit of ice cream*
Wocky: *Wocky shovels the rest of his ice cream into his mouth, shaking his head* They prolly won't be mindin' none! Is Masta P gon' be comin' with?
Trucy: We'll have to go when Daddy's not working. He works a lot. *Trucy frowns a little as she swirls her spoon around the rest of her ice cream, turning it into soup*
Wocky: *Wocky frowns* Aw, my pops be workin' a lot now too, boo.
Iris: What does your father do?
Wocky: *Wocky kind of stares at Iris for a moment, his spoon still in his mouth as he carefully contemplates what to tell Iris. He takes the spoon out of his mouth, setting it back down in his bowl* Aw, Mizz Rizz, you can't be askin' 'bout th' family business, yo.
Iris: *blinks* Oh. I... I can't?
Wocky: Naw, see, his work... it be con'fidential, y'know?
Trucy: *Trucy licks her spoon.* He's a straight up Gee.
Iris: *blinks* What is a "straight up gee?"
Trucy: *Trucy shrugs* I dunno.
Wocky: All you's gots t'know is... We do a lot of work with the community, yo.
Iris: *decides not to press the issue further, smiling politely instead* I see. Your family must be very generous then. *finishes off her bowl and gets up to put the bucket away in the freezer* You must have been raised very well! Thank you for the ice cream... It was delicious.
Wocky: No sweat yo, it was my pleasure aw-ite? *Wocky starts to twirl his hair around a finger, giving Iris a foxy grin* You an' Tru-Bunny gotsta come by People Park sometime, maybe we'll catch that wild rabbit in there next time -- right boo?
Trucy: *Trucy frowns* I think I'm going to leave wild rabbits alone now. They have too many friends, and I always end up in trouble.
Iris: *puts the ice cream in the freezer and shuts the door* That's true. Every wild rabbit has a family. It would be sad to take them away from their parents and siblings...
Wocky: Yeah, I guess you right. *Wocky stands up from the table* I guess I should be get goin' an' shiie now, right?
Trucy: Thanks for the ice cream, Woxxor! *Trucy gulps down the rest of hers and carries her bowl to the sink* It was great!
Iris: *tilts her head* So soon? Are you not able to stay a while longer?
Wocky: *Wocky gives a shrug* I can stay longer if you be wantin' me, I just figured you an' Tru-bunny had stuff t' be gettin' to an all. I didn't wants to be overstayin' no welcomes.
Trucy: You don't have to go! *Trucy takes his arm quickly.* We're all family, right? Especially since I'm Wocky's girlfriend, right?
Iris: *pauses* ...Oh! You're... his girlfriend? *begins to feel a bit uneasy, but tries not to let it show*
Wocky: *Wocky blinks* Oh, y-yeah. *It starts to click now, when Pearl said that he was Trucy's special someone. He wonders for a moment how he can possibly explain to Trucy about Miss Cadaverini... but he remembers that one rap song, about hell having no fury like a woman scored... So he bites his tongue for now* I guess I... sorta am.
Trucy: Yup! But Pearl is still my best friend. *Trucy tug Wocky toward the living room* Let's all sit together!
Iris: *puts her fingers to her lips* How long have you two been, um... dating?
Wocky: Aw-ite. *Wocky lets himself get tugged towards the living room* Uhh Tru-Bunny, how long you been my girlfriend for, boo?
Trucy: Hm? I dunno. *Trucy shrugs and hops up onto the sofa.* But you're the only boy I know who isn't stupid and mean.
Iris: *watches them, unsure of what to say* I'll... I'll wash these bowls and join you two soon. *steps back over to the sink, trying to think of the appropriate way to act when faced with two children in a relationship*
Wocky: *Wocky sits down on the couch next to Trucy* Aw, Lil C ain't mean. He too dumb t'be mean!
Trucy: Oh yeah, I forgot about Cody. *Trucy kicks her feet as she considers.* I guess he's not mean. He's a little weird, though.
Wocky: Lil C be buck wild, yo. Draggin' me 'round to his crazy Samurai thing an' all. Yo, your pops like Samurai Dude, right? Aw, I bet he gon be draggin' you down t' that thing too, amirite?
Trucy: Yeah, I'm gonna be there! I might even have a costume! I'm trying to learn some samurai magic but I don't really know any...
Wocky: All you gots to do is pose funny and say shiie about your Samurai Spear piercin' th' heavens or... some shiie. I donno. *he shrugs*
Trucy: So you'll be there, too, right? Are you going to be dressed as a samurai? *Trucy snickers beneath her hand*
Wocky: *Wocky scowls* Yeahhh... Lil C makin' me be Ter'rist Monk or some shiie cos he's goin' as Steel Dude.
Trucy: Maybe it'll be a little fun then. At least we get to wear costumes. Mr. Edgeyworth is going to be there too!
Wocky: *Wocky blinks at Trucy* I donno who that is boo, he a clown or somethin'?
Trucy: No, he's my daddy's friend! He babysat for me once, and we made a cake. *she snickers again* I don't think he'd be able to understand you either.
Wocky: *Wocky smiles and puts an arm around Trucy's shoulders*Well, you prolly have t' be translating an' shiie for him if he be at Samurai thing, aw-ite?
Trucy: *Trucy giggles and snuggles up to him* Okay, I will! I can understand you just fine.
Iris: *peeks out the kitchen to see what they're up to... and puts a hand over her mouth, as she wonders what to say, or if she should be saying anything at all. Is this normal behavior for children? Does Feenie allow it? Such questions race through her head, and she wonders if she should call Phoenix*
Wocky: *Wocky grins and rubs Trucy's shoulder a little; oblivious to the fact Iris is watching them* S'real good t' know! What good's it bein an OG if your boo aint hip t' the air you be breathin?!
Trucy: *Trucy kicks her feet happily* That's right! Friends have to understand each other. They gotta be... *She thinks very hard for a minute.* ...tight.
Wocky: *Wocky gives Trucy a playful, affectionate headbutt* Shiie dog, you got some real brick style, jo! Ain't nobody be regulatin' you!
Iris: *ducking into the kitchen, Iris seriously contemplates phoning up Phoenix to ask what she should do; but the boy does seem nice, and Trucy is happy with him. She'd feel bad breaking up their fun... Conflicted as to what she should do, with a bit of shame, Iris decides to occupy herself in the kitchen until it's time for Wocky to leave, saving the questions for when Phoenix comes home. She's definitely not quite ready to fill in the mother figure role yet.*
Iris ((get out the chloroform rag))
Trucy: *After dinner the second night Iris is in town, Phoenix heads out to work, and Trucy takes a great deal of pride in helping Iris clean up the the dishes. She makes it her job to dry and put the dishes away, happily reciting where everything goes for Iris. She's clearly full of energy and almost loses a few glass in her excitement, but manages to keep her hands on them all.*
Trucy: What are we doing to do tomorrow, Iris? Can we go to the park? Can we go to the beach? Can we go shopping? Can we bake cookies? *She continues to rattle off options as she places the last pot in a cupboard.
Iris: *This is Iris's first time spending time alone with her significant other's daughter, and though she's a little nervous, she tries not to show it. Things have been going smoothly so far -- she's charmed by Trucy as usual, and the fact that the little girl is so talkative makes things less awkward for her*
Iris: *puts away a glass and smiles down at the girl* We can do whatever you'd like, Trucy... especially since you've been so very helpful this evening.
Trucy: *Trucy beams.* Let's bake cookies, so Daddy can take some to work! And give them to his friends at the bar!
Iris: That's a wonderful idea. I'm certain he would like that very much. *tilts her head* Have you ever baked cookies before?
Trucy: Ummm... *Trucy taps her chin in thought.* No. But Mr. Edgeyworth and I baked a cake! A strawberry one!
Iris: *earnestly surprised -- she can't imagine what the man would be like around children* A cake? You and Mr. Edgeworth...? And how did it come out?
Trucy: Really good! He promised we could make another one, next time. *She starts to go into more detail when there's a noise at the door.*
Wocky: *Wocky pounds his first loudly on the door to Phoenix and Trucy's apartment, holding a plastic grocery bag in his other hand. How he got into the building, nobody knows.*
Iris: *looks up when she hears the pounding on the door -- they aren't expecting any visitors today...* Oh... who could it be? *she leaves the kitchen, moves to the door and looks curiously looks through the peephole before opening the door for the young boy*
Wocky: *Wocky looks up to Iris with a confused sneer. He doesn't recognize her and it isn't clicking in his head yet that this might be this "Iris" Trucy told him about* ... Hey hey, what haps in th' hood, yo? Where be my Tru-Bunny kickin'?
Trucy: *Trucy creeps after her, but when she sees it's Wocky she lights up and runs to greet him.* Woxxor! What are you doing here?
Iris: *puts a hand to her mouth, blinking down at Trucy and the little gangster* Wock...ser? *manages a nervous smile, uncomprehending what the boy is saying* Trucy, is this a friend of yours from school?
Wocky: *Wocky's sneer is quickly replaced with a wide grin* Oh hey, that where you at. *he holds up the grocery bag* Ma told me to go cold lamp elsewhere-like so I brought over some ice cream to nummy down on if you be wantin' to, yo.
Trucy: Ooh, ice cream! *Trucy glances between the two and gives Iris' hand a tug.* Iris, this is my friend Woxxor! He was my reading buddy at school. *She tugs Wocky's sleeve with the other hand* Woxxor, this is my Daddy's girlfriend, Iris!
Iris: Oh! *her expression changes to a sweet and inviting one as she holds out her hand for him to shake* Hello, Wockser. It's a pleasure to meet you.
Wocky: Aw, so you be Masta P's boo then. Aw-ite, I can dig it, shorty. You look like you take good care a' this here tight crib an' shiie. *Wocky brings his hand up to give a high-5, waiting for Iris to slap him some skin*
Iris: *stares at Wocky's hand while she holds hers out* ....
Wocky: Yo don't be leavin' me hangin', homeslice. *he cocks an eyebrow*
Trucy: *Trucy looks to them both, then takes Iris's wrist and guides her into giving him five* There! Now you're friends, too.
Iris: *blinks* Ah... u-um. ...My apologies. *she's not sure what a "homeslice" is but she assumes it to be something inoffensive*
Wocky: *Wocky grins and brings his hand back down* Straight up, fly girl. We rollin' deep now. *he holds up the grocery bag again* An' this be headin' south real fast so you can be chowin' down on somma the goods here too if you be wantin'.
Trucy: I'll get bowls! *Trucy turns towards the kitchen, but then stops herself and looks to Iris.* Can we, Iris? We don't want it to melt!
Iris: *quietly* "Fly girl"...? *to Trucy* I certainly won't object to that. It's time for dessert, after all. *turns to Wocky* Thank you for the treat, Wockser. It was very nice of you.
Wocky: Mizz Rizz-a-dilly-yo, you th' bomb. Glad you see you ain't a playa hater all over Cherry Garcia here. *Wocky steps inside the apartment and pulls off his sneakers, following Trucy into the kitchen*
Trucy: Thanks, Iris! *Trucy skips into the kitchen and pushes her step stool to the counter so she can get them all a bowl.*
Iris: *slowly follows the children into the kitchen, staring at Wocky* ...Ah. Um. ...Pardon?
Wocky: *Wocky turns his head and blinks at Iris* Yo you ain't never be havin' Cherry Garcia? *he pulls the carton of ice cream out of the bag and shows it to Iris* S'real bumpin' like.
Trucy: *Trucy sets out the bowls and digs into a drawer for spoons and the ice cream scooper.* Can you scoop it? I'm not very good at it...
Iris: *brightens when she finally understand something Wocky says* I've seen this "Cherry Garcia" in the supermarket... but no, I've never tried it. I'll scoop it for you. *pause* ...How is it "bumping?"
Wocky: *Wocky opens the lid of the carton and sets it on the counter for Iris to scoop* How it be bumpin'?! Girl, you trippin'. This shiie ain't wack, yo. It be real kickin', jigga!
Trucy: *Trucy giggles, and doesn't seem to have any inclination to translate.*
Iris: *opens her mouth to answer, but it takes a second for her to think of what to say exactly* ...That's lovely! *takes the scoop and begins to dig in*
Wocky: *Wocky grins, assuming Iris got the point. He stands next to Trucy and watches Iris scoop the melting ice cream* I be all over a big scoop if that be chill.
Trucy: *Trucy lifts up her knee to show him while they wait.* Look, Woxxor! It's really gross now! *She picks at the bandage just enough to show off her scab*
Wocky: *Wocky looks down* Aw tight, boo. That be somethin' fierce under there! Your pops ain't Lunchin' o' nothin' bout that right?
Iris: *gives both Trucy and Wocky some very generous helpings of ice cream, figuring that's what children like. Her own portion is not nearly as big*
Trucy: Nope! He even kissed it for me. *Trucy sticks it back down when she realizes the ice cream is ready.* I'm pretty tough, right?
Wocky: *Wocky reaches over and ruffles up Trucy's hair a bit* Dizzaym, you be hardcore!! *Wocky takes Trucy's bowl off the counter and hands it to her before grabbing his own*
Iris: *sits down at the table with her bowl, spooning a bit of it and bringing it to her mouth as she quietly observes the two*
Trucy: *Trucy hops into a seat next to Iris* Iris is staying with us. Just for a while, though. Then she's gonna go see Pearl!
Wocky: *Wocky takes the seat across from the two girls, ramming his spoon into his ice cream and scooping out a large wad ot if* Oh that right? You be cold-lampin' wit P-Boo?
Iris: *takes the spoon out of her mouth, swallowing the ice cream as she looks towards Wocky with a puzzled expression* Um.....
Trucy: Iris and Pearl are sisters! So that means were all family! *Trucy grins brightly, looking as if she wants to say more, but then she wiggles and doesn't add anything.*
Wocky: Aw heck yeah, that shiie be killer! *He grins wide* You three shorties gotta 'come round the ol' Kitaki crib sometime y'knowhwatimsayin?
Iris: *her sights are still fixated on Wocky... and then she lowers her head, bringing a closed fist to her lips and looking very troubled all of a sudden*
Trucy: Yeah! Then we can ALL bake cookies! *She looks to Iris for confirmation, and frowns when she sees her looking distressed.* Iris?
Wocky: *Wocky tilts his head, looking at Iris8 Yo Mizz Rizz? Wut's th' dilly yo?
Iris: Ah... *brows furrowed, she's embarrassed to say but honestly apologetic for this more than anything* I'm... terribly sorry, Wockser, but... *looks up at him with sad eyes* I'm afraid I can't understand what you're saying. It's not your fault, I'm sure. I-I'm not accustomed to the kind of words you use...
Wocky: *Wocky smacks his hand down on the table, looking seriously at Iris* Aw shiie yo, you should'a been all over tellin' me that from th' start, yo! That ain't no try-fo-lin' matter, shor-- *Wocky stops and clears his throat a little, eating a spoonful of ice cream* It be important to understand people an' shiie, right? I be so used t' Tru-Bunny an' Lil C understandin' what I flap my gums to I forgets sometimes.
Trucy: *Trucy giggles* It took me a while to get used to it, too.
Iris: *smiles a little at Wocky's response, blushing a little with embarrassment* I'm sorry. I didn't want to be rude...
Wocky: Ain't nothin' rude 'bout that! *Wocky grins, playing a bit with his hair* My ma be smackin' me real good when I be talkin' like that in fronta our guests and shiie, it ain't nothin' big to be usin' my re-spek-ful voice t' you an' all. I just gots to be thinkin' of you as another family, yo. An' be thinkin' that my ma gon come and beat my ass if I don't!
Trucy: *Trucy giggles some more* Mrs. Woxxor is really nice. She makes good cookies and cakes and things.
Wocky: Aw shiie. *Wocky snaps his fingers* Tru-bunny, I be forgettin' -- we had guests over for tea t'day an' shiie and we gots all this leftover dango. I shoulda been bringin' that over too!
Iris: *nods -- she has to listen carefully, but she can understand Wocky much better now* Oh... Did your mother make the dango?
Trucy: *Trucy eats her ice cream* Whassa dango?
Wocky: *Wocky nods quickly* Aw hells yeah, she be-- *he slows down, cleaning his throat again* Yeah, she did. She makes great dango, an' buns an'... an' everythin'! I help sometimes. *he looks over to Trucy* Aw you never had dango?! It's fly, yo. It be a rice dumplin' and it's real good. Straight kickin'.
Iris: *finally, a common ground!* I like dango, too. Are you Japanese like myself, then...?
Wocky: Aw, you shittin' me?! *Wocky slaps his palm down on the table, grinning wide* That's tight! Uh, I mean, yeah, I'm Japanese an' so are my parents!
Trucy: *Trucy beams* Does that mean you're like family, too!?
Iris: *takes a spoonful of ice cream and smiles* On a large scale... I suppose we are, in a way.
Wocky: That is tight! I should bring over some buns next time for you, Mizz Rizz! *looks to Trucy* Did you tell her 'bout them bunny buns I made you fo' you birthday?
Trucy: Oh! That's right! *Trucy makes gestures with her fingers as she describes them.* Woxxor made me some buns shaped like little bunnies! They were so cute, with little ears and everything!
Iris: That's adorable! *faces Wocky again* Thank you for being such a good friend to Trucy. If you'd like, I could take you two some place fun this week...
Wocky: Aw really? Shiie, that'd be real kickin'! I'd have to be askin' if I can be rollin' out with my folks first though.
Trucy: Can we? Really? *Trucy bounces in her chair as she takes another bite of ice cream.* Can Woxxer come shopping with us? Or to the beach?
Iris: *nods* We certainly can... if both of your parents wouldn't mind. *eats another bit of ice cream*
Wocky: *Wocky shovels the rest of his ice cream into his mouth, shaking his head* They prolly won't be mindin' none! Is Masta P gon' be comin' with?
Trucy: We'll have to go when Daddy's not working. He works a lot. *Trucy frowns a little as she swirls her spoon around the rest of her ice cream, turning it into soup*
Wocky: *Wocky frowns* Aw, my pops be workin' a lot now too, boo.
Iris: What does your father do?
Wocky: *Wocky kind of stares at Iris for a moment, his spoon still in his mouth as he carefully contemplates what to tell Iris. He takes the spoon out of his mouth, setting it back down in his bowl* Aw, Mizz Rizz, you can't be askin' 'bout th' family business, yo.
Iris: *blinks* Oh. I... I can't?
Wocky: Naw, see, his work... it be con'fidential, y'know?
Trucy: *Trucy licks her spoon.* He's a straight up Gee.
Iris: *blinks* What is a "straight up gee?"
Trucy: *Trucy shrugs* I dunno.
Wocky: All you's gots t'know is... We do a lot of work with the community, yo.
Iris: *decides not to press the issue further, smiling politely instead* I see. Your family must be very generous then. *finishes off her bowl and gets up to put the bucket away in the freezer* You must have been raised very well! Thank you for the ice cream... It was delicious.
Wocky: No sweat yo, it was my pleasure aw-ite? *Wocky starts to twirl his hair around a finger, giving Iris a foxy grin* You an' Tru-Bunny gotsta come by People Park sometime, maybe we'll catch that wild rabbit in there next time -- right boo?
Trucy: *Trucy frowns* I think I'm going to leave wild rabbits alone now. They have too many friends, and I always end up in trouble.
Iris: *puts the ice cream in the freezer and shuts the door* That's true. Every wild rabbit has a family. It would be sad to take them away from their parents and siblings...
Wocky: Yeah, I guess you right. *Wocky stands up from the table* I guess I should be get goin' an' shiie now, right?
Trucy: Thanks for the ice cream, Woxxor! *Trucy gulps down the rest of hers and carries her bowl to the sink* It was great!
Iris: *tilts her head* So soon? Are you not able to stay a while longer?
Wocky: *Wocky gives a shrug* I can stay longer if you be wantin' me, I just figured you an' Tru-bunny had stuff t' be gettin' to an all. I didn't wants to be overstayin' no welcomes.
Trucy: You don't have to go! *Trucy takes his arm quickly.* We're all family, right? Especially since I'm Wocky's girlfriend, right?
Iris: *pauses* ...Oh! You're... his girlfriend? *begins to feel a bit uneasy, but tries not to let it show*
Wocky: *Wocky blinks* Oh, y-yeah. *It starts to click now, when Pearl said that he was Trucy's special someone. He wonders for a moment how he can possibly explain to Trucy about Miss Cadaverini... but he remembers that one rap song, about hell having no fury like a woman scored... So he bites his tongue for now* I guess I... sorta am.
Trucy: Yup! But Pearl is still my best friend. *Trucy tug Wocky toward the living room* Let's all sit together!
Iris: *puts her fingers to her lips* How long have you two been, um... dating?
Wocky: Aw-ite. *Wocky lets himself get tugged towards the living room* Uhh Tru-Bunny, how long you been my girlfriend for, boo?
Trucy: Hm? I dunno. *Trucy shrugs and hops up onto the sofa.* But you're the only boy I know who isn't stupid and mean.
Iris: *watches them, unsure of what to say* I'll... I'll wash these bowls and join you two soon. *steps back over to the sink, trying to think of the appropriate way to act when faced with two children in a relationship*
Wocky: *Wocky sits down on the couch next to Trucy* Aw, Lil C ain't mean. He too dumb t'be mean!
Trucy: Oh yeah, I forgot about Cody. *Trucy kicks her feet as she considers.* I guess he's not mean. He's a little weird, though.
Wocky: Lil C be buck wild, yo. Draggin' me 'round to his crazy Samurai thing an' all. Yo, your pops like Samurai Dude, right? Aw, I bet he gon be draggin' you down t' that thing too, amirite?
Trucy: Yeah, I'm gonna be there! I might even have a costume! I'm trying to learn some samurai magic but I don't really know any...
Wocky: All you gots to do is pose funny and say shiie about your Samurai Spear piercin' th' heavens or... some shiie. I donno. *he shrugs*
Trucy: So you'll be there, too, right? Are you going to be dressed as a samurai? *Trucy snickers beneath her hand*
Wocky: *Wocky scowls* Yeahhh... Lil C makin' me be Ter'rist Monk or some shiie cos he's goin' as Steel Dude.
Trucy: Maybe it'll be a little fun then. At least we get to wear costumes. Mr. Edgeyworth is going to be there too!
Wocky: *Wocky blinks at Trucy* I donno who that is boo, he a clown or somethin'?
Trucy: No, he's my daddy's friend! He babysat for me once, and we made a cake. *she snickers again* I don't think he'd be able to understand you either.
Wocky: *Wocky smiles and puts an arm around Trucy's shoulders*Well, you prolly have t' be translating an' shiie for him if he be at Samurai thing, aw-ite?
Trucy: *Trucy giggles and snuggles up to him* Okay, I will! I can understand you just fine.
Iris: *peeks out the kitchen to see what they're up to... and puts a hand over her mouth, as she wonders what to say, or if she should be saying anything at all. Is this normal behavior for children? Does Feenie allow it? Such questions race through her head, and she wonders if she should call Phoenix*
Wocky: *Wocky grins and rubs Trucy's shoulder a little; oblivious to the fact Iris is watching them* S'real good t' know! What good's it bein an OG if your boo aint hip t' the air you be breathin?!
Trucy: *Trucy kicks her feet happily* That's right! Friends have to understand each other. They gotta be... *She thinks very hard for a minute.* ...tight.
Wocky: *Wocky gives Trucy a playful, affectionate headbutt* Shiie dog, you got some real brick style, jo! Ain't nobody be regulatin' you!
Iris: *ducking into the kitchen, Iris seriously contemplates phoning up Phoenix to ask what she should do; but the boy does seem nice, and Trucy is happy with him. She'd feel bad breaking up their fun... Conflicted as to what she should do, with a bit of shame, Iris decides to occupy herself in the kitchen until it's time for Wocky to leave, saving the questions for when Phoenix comes home. She's definitely not quite ready to fill in the mother figure role yet.*