Ruben Lundqvist
Well, I'm here to make it better!
Sat Aug 19, 2017 15:30

Whistling cheerfully, Ruben sauntered down the hallway, his usual long stride only a little hindered by the unzipped duffle hanging off his shoulder. He didn’t normally keep his bag unzipped, and he didn’t think the animated babies handed out in that dumb Sex Ed class actually needed oxygen to breathe, but he was certain that if for some reason the doll did need access to fresh air and died or something inside his gym bag, Emmett would go whining to Holland about it. He was on good terms with hen; no need to screw that up now. And carrying the baby around in this manner admittedly wasn’t the most inconvenient for him, so. It was kinda constantly making a whining noise, but whatever.

The blonde had been pleasantly unsurprised at Emmett’s insistence on taking the baby for most or all of every day. It meant that his routine went uninterrupted. And he was optimistic it was ruining Emmett’s sleep enough that they could smash Lyra into the ground at their next match, too. (Not that Ruben cared about Quidditch, it was a truly stupid game, but if he was playing it now, you bet he was going to win.) This particular afternoon, Emmett had grumpily handed their baby over, though, which was unfortunate, but Ruben had seized the opportunity to experiment with how useful a baby could be. Cue the last hour he had spent working out alongside the baby. This largely involved hoisting it around as a weightlifting tool. He normally worked just with bodyweight exercises, but the baby was heavy enough to be a decent challenge for single-arm lifts, if in an awkward shape that was just begging to be dropped.

Rounding the corner, he paused at seeing that weird kid Russell. What was Russell doing hanging out by Aquila’s main entrance?

“Hey, why are you here?” Ruben quizzed, casually leaning a hand against the wall to block his exit. This also served to show off his biceps literally at the younger boy’s eye-level, and as Russell’s head turned to the other side, he equally casually flexed his other arm while adjusting the duffle’s strap on his shoulder. Hurray for tank tops. Noticing that Russell was holding a stack of diapers in one hand, he rolled his eyes. “Åh, the baby, of course. Picking up or dropping off?” He didn’t wait for an answer.

“I imagine this class has been very educational for you. Marissa is a great partner,” he continued, a smirk slowly spreading wider across his face. “Although I cannot say for sure how her skills are after a baby is born. But at least you only must be involved in the after. Not everyone can handle the whole progre-- process.” Russell didn’t seem to notice his correction of the word, but then again, he wasn’t convinced that the boy noticed anything. He seemed more interested in blushing hard, like he was trying to blend in with the red-hued painting beside them. Too bad he was wearing a lime shirt. And a… blue vest? Moron.

Russell mumbled something unintelligible (probably unintelligent, too) and shifted as if to bolt. Ruben promptly shifted, too. “Want a word of advice?” Again, the boy’s answer wasn’t necessary. “Always be prepared. This is something I have learned is best. Unfortunately I was not the last time,” he sighed dramatically, “but it is never too late to change this. Unless a baby comes out, I guess. That is hard to change. But because surprise babies happen, this means that surprise sex must happen too.” Digging into his duffle, he pulled out a rubber and, assuming that Russell would refuse to take it, plonked down the little package on top of his stack of diapers. “Now you are prepared for anything!”

He was going to wrap that up (heh) with a proper, witty conclusion before letting Russell escape, but the younger boy did that for him. With a series of light thumps, his handful of diapers and the condom fell to the floor and Russell literally dove under Ruben’s arm. A louder thump followed, which Ruben assumed was because Russell had tripped himself up on his run away. He didn’t care enough to watch and just laughed to himself while glancing down at the mess of diapers. Well, the diapers themselves were mess-free, so he might as well take them for Emmett, prove he was responsible. And he’d take the rubber back for himself, thanks. Crouching to gather them up, the duffle clunked onto the floor. Ruben shook his head, still chuckling, as the baby inside began whining louder. “Shut up, Synnöve. You have a soft bed of gym clothing. No problems, ja?”

  • This day can't get much worse - Dardanius Dubois, Sat Aug 19 15:20
    Today was not a good day. It had started as an average day, had been sauntering gently in the direction of pleasant, but then Danny had overheard some gossip in the library that sent this day... more
    • Well, I'm here to make it better! - Ruben Lundqvist, Sat Aug 19 15:30
      • You're right; this is helping - Dardanius, Sun Aug 20 16:24
        Of course Ruben was there, because that was just about the only thing that could make Danny’s day any worse at this point. He wasn’t alone; Russell was there, too, and Danny couldn’t hear exactly... more
        • Happy to hear it - Ruben, Mon Aug 21 22:39
          Ruben had barely reached towards the items on the floor when he felt a hard shove from behind. That was unexpected. Having spent too many years in martial arts training to sit (metaphorically) (a... more
          • So altruistic - Dardanius , Tue Aug 22 10:12
            Seeing Ruben slamming against the wall was very satisfying, but only for a moment. After a breath, Dardanius was ashamed that he'd resorted to primitive reflexes because he couldn't keep his emotions ... more
            • Bubbles? Seriously? Jävla fan , whose arm did Danny think he was pulling with that? Following up with an attack worthy of a twelve-year-old after having already slammed him was not only a garbage... more
              • Im not convinced that's true - Danny, Thu Aug 24 04:08
                If Danny thought he had anger issues right now, it was nothing compared to Ruben’s furious demeanor. All because he’d been pushed into a wall, which admittedly wouldn’t usually count as a good time,... more
                • Danny went down. Which was great, because that had been the point. You didn't punch someone in the face if you were planning on continuing the fight further. If there was such thing as a rulebook of... more
                  • Disagree - Danny, Fri Aug 25 08:23
                    Rather than garnering any satisfaction from seeing Ruben’s immobile body hitting the floor, Danny was just frustrated. This was merely proving his mantra that violence never solved anything, and if... more
                    • We can't all be right - Ruben, Fri Aug 25 21:19
                      Ruben couldn’t hold back a snort of laughter at Danny’s instruction. “Reputations are not bad, not something to fight. To know that people can know you in some way from a distance is a fact to be... more
                      • Just me - Danny, Sat Aug 26 08:26
                        Ruben was obviously missing the point. Dardanius suspected part of this might be wilful misinterpretation. “It's not your business what I do or did with Marissa,” he said calmly, when Ruben asked why ... more
                        • And me! - Ruben, Wed Sep 6 22:40
                          “She doesn’t want people talking about her like that. It makes her upset.” Ruben half-listened to the other boy’s rant about how he should shut his mouth or whatever because Marissa hadn’t said he... more
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