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unfromeo:

Oh, for God’s sake, Roger. Someone has to keep you in line, it might as well be me. 

Sure thing, Allison.

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unfromeo:

Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of bed this morning, huh, Jar? I’ll be right back, sweetheart. 

Hey! Before we go back in there, do you wanna, like, get off my back, maybe? I was only concerned about him, for Christ’s sake.

Me get off your back? That’s kinda rich, bro.

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unfromeo:

Don’t fucking compare me to your shitty ex, thank you very much. 

Jared! Hey buddy! I missed you! I brought the Lion King. Your dad said you wanted to watch it.

Then keep your nose out of my parenting.

Yeah, you and your Uncle Romeo can talk about how important shoe shining is, huh, kid? I’ll go grab the popcorn.

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unfromeo:

Rodge, that’s besides the point! Madeline McCann’s parents were just downstairs when their daughter was snatched. You need to take this more seriously!

Or, better idea! You could sound less like Allison and chill.

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unfromeo:

Ugh, fine. I’ll get my shoes on.

Wait… have you left Jared home alone to come here?

Did I leave Jared... across the hallway? To come here? Across the hallway? That’s like going to the bathroom and leaving him with his Legos.

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unfromeo:

I’m not fucking sulking, Roger! You got your DVD. Why haven’t you left yet? 

Because, Dickface, I’m waiting for you.

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unfromeo:

Oh… Right. Yeah. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that… I was just trying to be… never mind. Hey, why don’t I just stay here? Jared probably wants some alone time with you anyway. 

Dude, don’t sulk with me.

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unfromeo:

He’s a dick. That’s the only word I can use to describe him. 

Roger, all I fuckin’ own is button-ups. I’m not changing. Maybe you should invest in a couple yourself. Maybe then you wouldn’t look homeless all the time.

I’m with you there.

Her, Romes? You know that whole ‘being pretentious’ thing Reese fell out with you for? You’re doing it now, you’re just lucky you’re with the chiller Tyrell and not the she-devil.

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unfromeo:

Don’t call him that. I don’t like you calling anyone other than yourself his ‘dad’ even, if it does have ‘step’ in front of it. You’re his dad, yeah? You. Not him. 

Does Jared even own any button up shirts, buddy?

He’s taking them to Disney. I think Jared would call him ‘God’ if he could.

Who knows? Buttons ups aren’t allowed in our apartment. So you’ll have to change.

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unfromeo:

I haven’t had a summer vacation since about sixth grade, you know that. 

Don’t be so crude, Roger. You sure you want me there?

Yeah, sure. Jared’ll be dying to see you as well. You can talk about cufflinks or some shit. His stepdad has cufflinks now so I guess they’re his ‘in’ thing right now.

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unfromeo:

Aren’t they supposed to be for your son’s packed-lunches, Rodge?

Uh, here we go. I think it works. I don’t even know why I own it.

Isn’t it supposed to be summer vacation, Romeo?

Thanks, buddy boy. You wanna come watch it or are you going to sit in here and jack off to Boston Legal or something?

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unfromeo:

I’m gonna pretend I just understood what you said. You been drinking again? Yeah, I’ve got it somewhere. Come in. 

Define ‘drinking’ because I’ve had about six Capri-Suns today and they’re making me piss like a baby. Sweet, little brother.

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unfromeo:

Maybe… is it for you or that gorgeous little nephew of mine that I never get to see? 

For me? Bro, the only matatas I wanna hakuna are probably in a bar down the block. It’s for Jared.

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‘ello. I need The Lion King on DVD. Do you have The Lion King on DVD?

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miasimmxns:

She knew her fuck up would be taken with glee by Roger, so she fully expected it when the smirk reappeared on his face and he made a specific point of emphasising the proper way to address her. If he hadn’t been the parent of one of her pupils, and if she hadn’t been at work, she probably would have smacked him on the arm with her clipboard. Instead she had to settle for allowing the small frown to return to her face to let him know of her distaste in a way that didn’t involve assaulting a student’s parent.

“Next? Well there’s the introductory talk,” she said, nodding towards the almost packed auditorium, and looking about she saw that apart from a couple deep in conversation with the principal, Roger and Jared were the only people yet to sit down, “And then there’s a tour of the school. You really ought to sit down actually, I think it’s about to start.”

Understanding that what he was really asking was whether they could sit together she looked about to see if there were two empty chairs next to each other. She didn’t miss his son; Jared slipping his small hand into his father’s much larger one, and she didn’t miss the anxious expression that clouded his face. He hadn’t look too nervous before that point but she figured for a kid there were few things that were less terrifying that being forced into a room full of strangers that would become your classmates for the next five years or so.

“There’s two over there,” she said pointing the two empty chairs pushed on the end of the last row, she led the father and son over to them, deciding that she would stand with some of the other teachers at the back of the room. Giving a small smile to Jared, Mia left to pair and moved to lean against the wall.

The talk was pretty much the same as the one Mia had gotten when she’d come for the job interview, and it pretty much was the brochure verbalised. But the principal spoke like a politician, in a way that usually boded well with the prospective parents, though something about him irked Mia. She didn’t say anything of course, she liked her job and wanted to keep it. Throughout the talk she caught her eyes drifting to the back of Roger and Jared’s heads, absentmindedly wondering what they were thinking. She didn’t know why this was where her mind went she just figured she was probably incredibly bored.

“The introductory talk,” Roger echoed, letting out a low whistle that attracted the stink eye from several parents a few feet away from him. Blanking them completely, Roger mused over how an introductory talk was possibly one of the least appealing things he could think of to have to endure, but he supposed that he needed to know what his kid was in for in the coming few months. Sighing, he subjected himself to being shown two empty seats in the back row, Jared never budging from his side.

As he sat, he spotted Mia walking around the back of the row before joining the line of teachers that stood there. From where he was sitting, he was reminded of being the naughty kid in class that was always stuck in the seat closest to the teachers during assemblies. The thought made his cover his mouth with a flannel sleeve in order to keep a loud snort of laughter at bay. With his chuckle stifled, he forced himself to pay attention to whatever the principle was saying. He looked like a stuffy old man, one who took things far too seriously and yeah, yeah Roger knew that education was important but from the way he spoke, it seemed like all the kids were going to do was work, work, work. He didn’t even mention any sort of recess.

As the man yammered on about whatever ridiculous code of conduct he’d created, Roger found himself wincing against the glare of the overhead lights. Knowing it would be classed as ‘rude’ if he pulled his beanie over his eyes to block it out, he looked down at Jared instead. Unlike himself, his son appeared to be hanging onto the principle’s every word and Roger let out a quiet chuckle at how engrossed his kid was in the speech, slinging an arm around the boy’s tiny frame when the lights in the room suddenly dimmed.

Looking up in interest, he noticed a projection screen being trundled onto the stage and the more juvenile side of him fought hard to remain impassive when every instinct was screaming to shout ‘movie!’ from where he was sitting. Something told him that wouldn’t go over too well, but the absence of the bright lights in the now darkened room was a welcome one and he felt himself relax more.

He tiled his head to the side, studying the image that flickered into life on the screen and fought back a groan when he realised it was some sort of visual prospectus, fully of smiling kids all yapping about their achievements and how the school helped them reach for the stars and go the distance. Bored once more, Roger couldn’t help himself, and he glanced over his shoulder, catching Miss Simmon’s eye. He delighted in the fact that she had been looking at him and simply grinned at her, the smile remaining there as he slowly crossed his eyes, pulling the kind of funny face that caused Jared to dissolve into giggles. Right now, all he wanted it to do was illicit a smile from his son’s new teacher.

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miasimmxns:

Even though money wasn’t the most pleasant distraction Mia was privately glad that it had detracted him from his flirting for at least one minute. That stupid smirk that had been steadily growing as he got her more and more worked up, drooped a a little as the full reality of how much attending a school like this hit him. Most of the parents were undeterred by the cost of tuition, books and uniform, but occasionally you came across people to whom things like money actually mattered. Though he dismissed her with a casual wave of his hand, she wasn’t an idiot, she had seen the brief flash of worry in his eyes. What she couldn’t tell was whether or not he was hiding it for his son’s sake, or to save face in front of her and the other parents. For a moment she felt kind of bad for him, until he let out an obnoxious huff of indignation, which banished any sympathy from her mind. And she figured it would be easy and preferable if she reverted to her original stance of being annoyed by him. And sure enough to smirk returned and the frown returned to her face.

“No, not to me, administration takes cares of all the finances,” she explained steadily, glancing down to eye his outstretched hand. Between the clipboard in one hand, covered in paper, and the pen in the other she had to struggle to free one as she shook his hand looking a little more than skeptical.

“I’m Mia, I mean Miss Simmons,” she cringed a little, realizing that while it might have been acceptable to tell Roger her name, it was not appropriate to let his son know her first name, lest he address her that way, “I’m Miss Simmons, nice to meet you.”

Letting go of his hand, it didn’t slip past her that his son’s last name was Talbert while his was Tyrell. But she didn’t say anything, not just because she felt like she’d embarrassed him already, but she didn’t want to stir anything up that she had no business in dealing with. Finally she allowed herself to smile at him, though she still didn’t enjoy being smirked at, his smile was nothing if not infectious. And lie as she might, and she would, she sort of liked Roger Tyrell.

“Administration, right?” Roger mused, running a hand nervously over his stubble as he thought about how he was going to balance all the bills he was due to pay. First and foremost was obviously Jared’s education as he was confident that Reese and Reed wouldn’t be too put out if they forked out for his share of the rent for another month. Reese would pitch a fit, and an overdramatic one at that, but the elder Tyrell knew that his sister hated Allison more than she hated being out of pocket for a month or two.

While contemplating taking on more shifts at the bar, the man’s reverie was broken by the woman in front of him finally telling him her name. An incredulous smile broke out on his face when she revealed her first name, an obvious mistake if the look of instant regret on her face was anything to go by, but that only amused the man even more.

“Nice to meet you, Miss Simmons,” exaggerating the way he emphasised her ‘proper’ name, glancing down at Jared to see if he too was delighting in his new teacher’s slip up, but he remained fascinated by all the other kids in the room. Roger didn’t see what was so special about them but his son continued to stare.

“So, what happens next?” he asked Miss Simmons. He cheekily wanted to continue to refer to her as ‘Mia’ in his head but knew that, if he did, a slip of the tongue was all it would take to catch that scowl on her face and – as pretty as he thought it was – it would be wise to stay on the woman’s good side if she was going to be in charge of his son for the coming year.

He scratched the top of his head, nails digging into his scalp through the tattered material of his beanie as he searched for a spare two seats. There were a few lonesome places dotted here and there but the idea of being separated from Jared was a notion that neither father nor son wanted to entertain. Almost as if he knew what his dad was thinking, Jared slipped his tiny hand into Roger’s and the man squeezed it back reassuringly, turning back to the blonde at his side.

“You got a seat for both of us, teach?” he grinned, wondering if it would be too much if he hinted that she sit with them. He subtly shook his head at himself, remembering that he was here for Jared and not to flirt, although Allison’s face if she knew he had taken so nicely to Jared’s teacher would be a downright picture.

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As soon as the blonde’s frown deepened, Roger knew that he had gotten to her, perhaps not to the same degree that he’d convinced himself he had, but enough to cause another smirk to appear on his face. It was the trademark expression he wore when in the company of a pretty woman that acted like she wanted nothing to do with them. True, Jared rarely, if ever, played a part in those kinds of situations, but Roger tried not to feel too bad about it at that moment. Besides, his son was too busy being fascinated by the long hall where other kids sat in obedient looking rows, not a chair out of place. He was much too curious about all of that to care about what his father was doing.

However, Roger’s flirtation had been put on an indefinite hold as his expression turned somewhat stricken when the woman explained to him just how much Jared’s uniform would cost. He could practically hear Allison’s smug laughter from here, flaunting her own money in his face, money that she wouldn’t put towards Jared’s education but would happily fan herself with while Roger turned his pockets inside out and took on extra hours at the bar.

He couldn’t help but look especially affronted when the blonde next to him suggested that he take advantage of the second hand uniforms that were available. He’d been used to wearing Rupert and Reed’s hand me downs when he had pulled himself out of bed in the morning to go to school, but that had been public school, which was completely different from this… Hogwarts for future Apple technicians. While he hadn’t minded dressing in his brothers’ old clothes, like hell was he going to let these posh little dicks sneer at his son for it.

“No, no,” he said, hastily, waving a dismissive hand. “Money isn’t going to be a problem. I was only asking.”

He let out a small huff of indignation, one the prompted Jared to look up at him in concern, as if he had picked up on the conversation. Roger immediately ran a hand over his son’s blonde hair, as if to soothe him, before turning to the woman and planting the same comfortingly familiar cocky grin on his face.

“And do I make that payment to you, Miss… Well, you haven’t told me your name yet,” he pointed out. He held out a hand to her. “I’m Roger Tyrell.”

He only hoped she wouldn’t pick up on her and Jared having different last names.

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She frowned again as he repeated her careful wording back to her. In some ways she was grateful for the playful repartee, to break the monotony of the usual conversation she had to carry all day long. But she also felt like she was being inappropriate or unprofessional, something she didn’t feel she could afford to do. Not when she wasn’t the usual kind of uptight, poncy teachers they seemed intent on hiring in this school. Of course if she was good enough to get hired then she was good enough to stay, but this was her first proper job out of college, so she couldn’t help but feel a little like she was skating on thin ice.

“Hmm something like that,” she said quietly, unsure whether it was wise to say much else. In fact she knew it wasn’t wise, and she didn’t know why she had said anything at all. Making her frown a little deeper she didn’t want to look like she was having too much fun, or like she was laughing at people behind their backs.

“I’m sure you did,” she said, not failing to miss the sarcasm in his tone, or the way in which he seemed to take a distinct pleasure in dressing like he was homeless. Which in some ways, Mia saw as actually offensive to homeless people. Fortunately his son didn’t really seem to notice the way his father was dressed, lest he be embarrassed. The blonde haired boy was too busy glancing around at his classmates, looking sheepish but not entirely put off. Which Mia though spoke volumes for his character.

“The uniform?” she said, glad that he had actually asked a genuine question, and almost a little pleased that the false, dickish smirk had disappeared from his face and was replaced by a genuine expression. “Including all the sports gear, around two hundred and fifty dollars. But if, uh, that’s a problem the school does have second hand stuff that you can get for less.”

She wasn’t too sure whether he would be embarrassed by her comment, but she thought it better to tell him, just in case money was a real issue. And it wasn’t as though she were judging him, if she had children of her own she could scarcely afford to send them to this school. In fact she kind of liked the idea that at least one of the children she would be teaching next year wouldn’t be so well polished, and a little more, well, human. Even if his dad seemed intent on flirting with anything that moved and was a little more than rough around the edges.