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Precocious	By : XxSwaggerMcJaggerxX Category: +M through R > Recess Views: 3538 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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After what happened today, Prickly just wanted to go home and pour himself a stiff drink, maybe forget what happened between him and Detweiler. With the chance of the kid letting it slip what happened, he might as well go home and get his shotgun ready to off himself when the police came. Rather do that instead of going to jail.
He tossed his briefcase in the back before climbing into the drivers seat. Maybe today called for a cigar, too. Those things were expensive and he only smoked one, but tonight he might smoke another.
“Principal Prickly!”
He almost jumped out of his seat at the sudden voice. Detweiler stood outside the passenger side door, leaning on the open window like he had any right to be there. That kid was the last person he wanted to see, and had him seriously considering if that offer to be a middle school principal was still available.
“What on Earth do you want, Detweiler?” Prickly asked. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Shouldn’t you be causing trouble with your friends? Trouble that someone else has to deal with?”
“Normally I would, sir, but they’re all busy after school,” TJ said. “I was wonder what you were up to.”
“Going home, that’s what I’m up to,” he said, as he started his car. “Do you mind?”
“No, I was just wondering. . . .” Prickly watched and waited for the fourth grader to continue. “You’ve got a bunch of older comic books, right? Can I come with you can see them?”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“Please?”
“. . . .Okay.”
The door opened and closed as Detweiler climbed into the passengers seat. He almost looks like he was going to jump right back out of it by how he swung his legs and bounced in his seat with barely contained energy and excitement. At least the kid knew to put on his seatbelt. The drive that he planned on taking in silence was filled with Detweiler rambling on about the Senor Fusion comics and how excited he was to read the older issues.
Prickly had to admit, it was nice to have someone else be as enthusiastic as he was about his favorite comic books, even if most of it was with more energy than he could ever hope to muster at his age. He was as excited as a child to make his way down to the comic book store to pick up the latest issue with his allowance. Nowadays, money wasn’t an issue and he often bought the latest issues in bulk.
“Alright, we’re here,” he said. For the first time during the drive, Detweiler stopped bouncing in his seat to look at the house he parked in front of. “C’mon, before someone sees you.”
He opened the front door in what had to be record time to get the both of them inside. There was nothing special about his house in his opinion, so he lead the way upstairs. He stopped in front of the first door on the right, using one of the keys in his hands to unlock the door.
“You’re only here to see one thing. Don’t go poking around,” Prickly said. “God only knows where your hands have been.”
“Hey, my hands are clean,” TJ said. “I never touch any comic with dirty hands.”
“I should hope so.”
He unlocked the door and stepped inside. Once the light flickered on they got a full view of the room. Of course, some comic books were on display in frames, but it was older memorabilia and collectables, many of which were out of production and otherwise difficult to get ones hands on these days. The room was pristine, and not a single speck of dust was to be found as everything was kept in ideal condition.
“You’re a nerd!”
“I’m a dedicated fan of unconventional entertainment.”
“Nerd!”
Prickly rolled his eyes at the fourth graders declaration.
TJ had his own fair share of Senor Fusion related collectables, but it was dwarfed by everything in this room. He reached out to touch a figurine on the closet shelf and still in it’s packaging, but stopped when he remembered the only rule he was given. Should he have kept his items in their packaging, too? It seemed like something other fans did a lot. But what was the point in saving up for that stuff he couldn’t play with it?
“I thought you came along to see my comics, not stare at rare collectables,” Prickly said.
“Oh, right.”
TJ joined him next to a large chest that was kept close with a padlock. He kneeled down and waited as Prickly unlocked and opened it. It opened with a creak and bang, as the lid hit the wall the chest sat against. Laying inside were Senor Fission comic books, some older than his own parents, in and art style that looked like nothing that he saw in the comics he owned. Individually placed in plastic sleeves, they looked to be well cared for and preserved, despite being so old.
“Wow, you do all this just to keep these comic safe?” He asked.
“Of course. I can’t have these decaying and aging because of laziness,” said Prickly. “One of these comics costs a fortune to replace.”
“Is that why it’s chilly in here?”
“Yes.”
He picked up the closest comic in front of him, an early edition that could only dream of ever seeing, at least until now.
“Can I read it?” TJ asked.
“Hold on.” Prickly handed him a pair of white gloves.
“But my hands are clean!”
“Even clean hands have oil on them. Either put them on or you’re not reading it,” he said. TJ groaned, but complied, slipping the gloves on. Getting the comic out of the sleeve was harder with the gloves on, but that better than nothing. He laid on the carpeted floor, reading and turning the pages, taking it all in.
“Hey, is that her?” TJ asked.
“Who?” Prickly leaned over from his position on the floor.
“Femme Fatale,” he said, doing his best to accurately pronounce the words this time. He pointed to a panel, where Senor Fusion was fighting along side a woman.
“That’s her,” said Prickly. “His one and only sidekick.”
“Why’d they stop showing her along side him?”
“She made a few more appearances after this, but the comic went through a number of new reiterations, and retcons, and revivals since this series,” explained Prickly. “It might be due to lack of interest in the character, but I’m not sure. The only person who can give you an answer is the creator.”
“Oh.”
“What, none of your usual determination to find him?” Prickly asked
“Nah. The comics are super old, right? He’s probably dead,” said TJ as he turned the page. “I don’t feel like doing all that today.”
“You felt like finding a reason to be sent to my office.”
“Yeah but that’s different,” he said. “That’d be a lot of work and I don’t feel like it right now. I’m relaxing.”
The conversation ended there as their attention was turned back to the comics in front of them. Time flew by as they read on, forgetting about anything else that needed to be done. By the time he looked up, Prickly saw the sun was starting set, and a pile of comic books had piled up in front of him. His back ached as he stood up, and he instantly regretted the choice to lay on the floor. He had a couch in this room for a reason and he completely forgot.
Next to him, Detweiler laid on the floor, asleep with comics all around him. Luckily he didn’t fall asleep on top of a comic book. Sleeping, the kid didn’t look like the little terror that caused so much mayhem on the playground. Or the same kid asking to do extremely questionable things with him. Right now he looked completely harmless, maybe even a little cute.
Well, he already came this far in all this.
“Wake up, Detweiler, it’s getting late,” he said, shaking him. “You have to go home.”
“Hmm?” TJ yawned and rubbed his eyes after being awakened from his unexpected nap.
“You parents are probably wondering where you are,” said Prickly. “Time for you to go.”
“They don’t really care when I get back,” said TJ. He gathered up the comics around him and carefully placed them back inside their sleeves. “But you’re right, I should probably go. It was nice spending time with you.”
“I’m sure it was. Now c’mon, get up,” he said. He helped the fourth grader to his feet, and after the comics were placed back in the chest, he lead the way back to the front door. “Do your way home from here?”
“Yeah, I do. I’ll be fine,” TJ said. “Thanks for letting me come over, sir.”
“You’re welcome. Now get out of here.”
Prickly closed the door on him. After a few seconds, he looked through peep hole and saw the fourth grader had already reached the sidewalk and was on his way home. Good. He thought the visit was going to last 30 minutes at best. He didn’t expect it to last a few hours. He sighed and turned away from the door. Where was that whiskey?
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