http://flunkingspanish.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] flunkingspanish.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92009-07-29 08:21 pm

[Locked to Paco and Jaime, and Later to Kon]

((Directly after this, before the Yeerk Trial.))

It took awhile to find him, just because the ship was so big, but eventually Paco found Jaime messing around in Special Weapons, tinkering with something.

"Dude," he said, knocking on the edge of the door. "I'm calling in best friend rights."

[identity profile] supertshirt.livejournal.com 2009-08-02 08:14 am (UTC)(link)
Kon snorts.

"I guess you'd probably have to be. Sidekickin' it for a guy, having crazy crap like alien abductions fall on your head. This is kinda par for the course for me, but it's been my whole life. I've seen how you and whatshername--Brenda? Have been around Beetle--sticking to him like glue. That's pretty cool of you. I had--I had people like you, a long time ago."

Not really long, but long in his eyes.

"I saw them stick out through a lot of crazy crap for me, no powers or anything, just being tough-as-nails, you know?"

He bites his lip.

"Just--you guys should really be careful, though. You both seem pretty tough, but it's--"

He taps on his soda can.

"I tend to stick with the supercrowd now mostly. Other than the folks I live with. Who I can't really talk about--them's the rules." He looks up him. "Just...you guys should be careful."

[identity profile] so-pregnable.livejournal.com 2009-08-02 08:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Sorry, I'm not knocking your skills. It's just it didn't work out so well for the people around me, way back then."

He actually thinks about it. "Come to think of it, I haven't really had any...like, I guess 'normal' friends in a long time. I mean, Tim, yeah, but he's a Bat. He's a total freakboy."

[identity profile] so-pregnable.livejournal.com 2009-08-02 09:36 am (UTC)(link)
Kon snorts.

"I used to have friends that helped me with stuff. Uh, like--it's hard to explain--like how to be normal teenager. But then I just kinda gave up on it. I like a lot of people, but the ones in high school are jerkfaces. Seriously, I have to put up this fake weakling act, so they don't really match me to me, y'know? But it's not that different from who I am--it's just I can't play football or I could accidentally hurt somebody, and it's aaall about football at that school. If you're not on the football team, you're a loser. And I get towel-whipped in the freakin' lockers. Isn't that crazy? Didn't even seem worth it to bother with any of 'em."

He quickly amends, "But you seem cool and all. That's kinda my point. Makes it way easier to talk to you. Kal was all worried I had my head in the clouds too much and that I'd lose touch with people and think I was better, and Ma said--uh, Ma being my aunt, kinda--that the reason I have so much trouble is I can't really be myself around most normal folks. Kal grew up--well, Kal, I can't really tell you much about, but he sort of grew up way more normal than you'd think, for an alien. He fits in really well."