LOL. Sometimes my family's awesome.

[railenthe]

~Earlier Today…~

The phone rings—it’s Godot’s theme from the Phoenix Wright games, a coffee-themed jazz tune. Dad’s calling.

“H’lo?”

“Hey!” Delivery truck sounds like it could use a muffler—he has to shout. “Get down here, I got the stuff!”

“Got it!”

The ‘stuff’ is fresh garden stuff and a microwave. The one I’ve got right now is three bags of popcorn away from being completely dead. (It’s moving steadily slower—I knew it was time to get the thing replaced when it took nearabouts ten minutes to pop a bag of popcorn.)

I make my way downstairs and see my dad, who happens to be next to a young man who looks vaguely familiar. I don’t have any sort of recognition going on, until I make a point of looking directly at him (it’s easier for me not to look directly at males lately), when suddenly I realize—this kid looks like what I would if I’d inherited the Y chromosome instead of the X from our father. That, and the “OMFG OMG STRANGE MALE RUN” response doesn’t kick in.

“Kid bro!” I squeal and run up to the truck.

(I think I should mention that my kid brother Jules is athletic, LUDICROUSLY smart, has my tolerance for bullshit from other people (read: JACK AND SHIT), was one of the first people to out me as bi (He caught me staring at a certain android on a certain series that went well over nine thousand memes—and for the record he has no problem with it), and plays video games the way I do: almost all the time and can discuss everything about all the ones he plays.

In other words, DEFINITELY my little bro.)

There’s handshakes and hugging and squealing as we follow Dad lugging the thing upstairs. We catch up on the way up, talking about sports, classes, books, video games, how blind Dad is (FULL DISCLOSURE: I’m blinder. He wears a prescription about half that of mine).

Soon enough we’re in the middle of the apartment, deciding the middle of the floor’s just fine. We’re still discussing stuff, in this case video games, and then we get into the talk of video games. Dad and I start suggesting a certain game for Jules to play, and it’s quite possibly the weirdest thing any random passerby would have seen—short woman in a hairnet and big tall guy built like Bruce Lee pretty much squeeing over a game, complete with “Eee!” and “I KNOW!” screams, when—

“Nah. Final Fantasy’s kiddie.”

I SWEAR I heard the cosmic record needle scratch. Both I and my dad do an ACTUAL double-take.

“WHAT!?” we both shout.

“I mean, it’s so kiddie and—”

“FINAL FANTASY IS NOT KIDDIE!” we both retort.

“Awesome story—”

“Stuff blowing up—”

“THE MUSIC!”

Dad and I keep going like that for a while.

…sometimes, my family’s awesome.

Comments

[toffeethesnob.livejournal.com]

The irony is that my father deemed the Final Fantasy games to be the only sophisticated games I play. (Mind you that's a fair quip since I don't play many games. ^^;;) Though all he's done is listen to the music since he has no patience for anything else. He's 65, I'm just glad he even acknowledges that video games CAN be sophisticated.

That's great to hear that your brother's a good sort. I often wonder if I'm truly close to anyone in my family who isn't my mother or father anymore. (My mother's side is trying to cheat me out of my inheritance and I'm so distant from my half-sister that my mother actually tells me not to be myself around her. We're like Zidane and Kuja...if they were female...)

[railenthe.livejournal.com]

LOL. What my dad doesn't often admit--he's a geek. And a bookworm. Both of us. We were kinda predisposed to liking the stuff. (LOL, your dad knows quality! Especially appreciating the score!)

He'd better be, I helped raise him until his mother went all *imitates violin riff from Psycho* on us.

I've got some problems with most of the family--dad's side only just warming up to me again after a fairly dramatic exit--fueled by my broken brain issues. Haven't seen ANYONE from mom's side since I was 17.

I try not to think about it, because I don't know the first thing about contacting them who don't plan on flaunting it and causing drama on the other side. Who I've got is getting better.

[toffeethesnob.livejournal.com]

My father would have been a geek if he were born a generation later I think. I get my love of musical theater from him and we have a ton of conversations about quality songs and performances. I suppose he's also to blame for my adoration of good acting because he taught me how to appreciate the heart of a performance. Thanks, old man, now I'm addicted to seiyuu and animation acting and it's all your fault. :|

Aw, such a good sister!

Families. I know blood is thicker than water but is it thicker than feuds I wonder? The main problem with my mother's side is that my maternal grandmother was the heart and soul of the family. Now that she's gone there is a HUGE rift thanks to my aunt's husband trying to make money off her property with his grand scheme (despite not being an executor - the house legally belongs to my mother and aunt so he holds no power over it and can't do anything without my mother's co-operation) and is accusing my parents of undermining him, creating trouble with the planners and THAT THEY ARE NOT ADHERING TO MY GRANDMOTHER'S WISHES. The man didn't even like her and now he's using her memory as manipulation against her own daughter? LOW BLOW. (Thank heavens my parents are more intelligent than he is and aren't falling for it.)