Reviews :
faolan1230 : Thank you! It's Berri Schweetz Kalivar and Turbo Cassius Black
Burgie : That's sweet of you. Throttle definitely benefitted, that's for sure.
Nikki Firesong : Thank you so much! Rancis is one of my favorite boys, he was the hardest to convince everyone to eventually love, but I'm glad it worked out.
Song Listened To :
Jumbo Pop Hustle by Michael Giacchino
*Chapter 139*
"I'm so glad you're able to join us on these trips," Wren heaved a heavy, exhausted sigh; drowned in a lovely, glowing honeymoon phase, Wren snuggled into Throttle's chest as Throttle's strong hands quickly began to cocoon and bury the two underneath the heavenly downs of the resort they temporarily were stationed at. Throttle hummed an agreeing notion as Wren fluttered his eyes closed, amidst their nearly pitch black room, he mumbled a conclusion into the broad of Throttle's chest; both boys wore lazy t-shirts and underwear, "I got so sick and tired of seeing Gunner and Berri snuggle up and get all smoochy and gross together."
"Jealous much?" Throttle muttered with a snickering laugh, to which Wren rolled his eyes.
"Maybe? Sue me," Wren retort, the sheets rustled with the jostle of their mutual chuckling.
"Poor girl," Throttle sighed, and although he nuzzled his face into the top of Wren's white hair and figured said little quips and notions would eventually just lead to loving 'goodnight's' exchanged, he flinched in surprise as Wren pulled his head back and peered up to Throttle through the. gentle glow of his white eyes.
"Wait, what? Poor Berri?" Wren prod, though his statement would lead Throttle to believe he was bewildered that such an incredibly lucky girl could potentially be suffering, his tone proved to Throttle that Wren was on the same page, "You know something I don't?"
"I doubt it, it's not like they're secretive about it," Throttle muttered, he rolled his eyes and expectantly peered into Wren's eyes, though his cheeky demeanor shone through like a shiny coat of wax on a brand new car, "Gunner and Berri swapped codes."
"... Wait WHAT?!" Wren bellowed as he suddenly sat up, though Throttle hissed him to shut up and grappled his arm. Although successful for a moment, Throttle blurt a hard laugh and now had to urgently stop Wren from flinging the covers off the both of them, "That bitch, she RUINED TURBO'S CHANCES!"
"Wren I'M KIDDING!" Throttle was now wheezing with laughter as Wren dart his attention to Throttle's in entire, bewildered surprise. Throttle desperately tried to pull Wren back to bed, though both boys wound up knelt near the middle of it, amidst the chaotic swirl of sheets and downs, "I'm talking about Berri and Turbo."
"Berri and Turbo swapped codes?!" Wren nearly squealed, though Throttle urgently grappled Wren's upper arms and jostled him in urgency.
"For User's sake, this is a luxury resort and I'm certain the walls aren't paper thin, but you have GOT to stop shouting," Throttle hissed in a rush of urgency through is teeth; his bright, white eyes splayed a hefty, lovely glow all over Wren's front.
"What are you getting at?" Wren snapped in becoming-terror, he shook his head and peered tight to Throttle's glowing eyes.
"I'm saying that Berri and Turbo aren't subtle about their feelings for each other," Throttle rushed to quietly explain, he shook his head and kept Wren gripped in his strong hands, "No one has swapped codes except for you and me."
Although both boys hung in the gentle, still fresh realization of their new chapter of love, Wren allowed said hover of sweetness before he playfully side-eyed Throttle and obnoxiously waggled his eyebrows in boyish tease.
"Annnd I'm clearly still the only adult, here," Throttle huffed in defeat, he gently scoot off the bed and, although his words were strictly playful, Wren sagged his shoulders and watched as Throttle stood, "Look, I... Coming on these tours is fun and all, but I'm an outside perspective. And, FROM said perspective, I'm dying."
"Why? What happened?" Wren begged in mild annoyance.
"... Berri confided in me, earlier today," Throttle started, though Wren heaved a loud, grumbling sigh and lulled his head back in whole annoyance.
"She's in love with Turbo, Turbo's in love with her," Wren muttered in a rush as he lazily gestured his hands, "He won't leave Sugar Rush, she won't leave the air-headed lead singer boy, it's all a sick a twisted game of 'the floor is lava'. It's not our rollercoaster to ride."
Wren suddenly blurt a disgruntled noise of confusion as a few of their fluffy pillows suddenly rocketed into the back of his head. Wren jolted and shook his head in confusion, though once he unboggled his eyes and peered to Throttle, who was obviously the culprit due to their new telekinesis powers, Throttle pointed to Wren and took a few brooding steps closer to Wren's positioning on the bed; the hardwood underneath softly croaked.
"I'm not sitting back and watching as said air-headed lead singer boy continues to steal my future sister-in-law away from where she needs to be," Throttle demanded softly, "I'm on this tour for a reason. I have these new powers for a reason."
"Throttle, you're a fly on the wall while this... This... TRAIN WRECK rockets into outer space, okay?" Wren muttered with a cheeky smile as he tried to straighten his hair, "Pretty presumptuous of you to assume Berri will be your in-law."
"I guess just as presumptuous as saying that Turbo would be yours?" Throttle dared; Wren shot his surprised attention to Throttle's in stunned silence, to which Throttle crossed his arms with his little victory and shifted the positioning of his stance, "I'm not dead weight the band is just going to slosh around for tours. I'm here. I'm going to have some fun."
"What, with making sure every single last name, in the palace, is 'Black'?" Wren choked a small laugh and lightened up, though Throttle cocked an eyebrow and reached his hand towards their closed bedroom door. Although Wren awaited for Throttle to simply open the door via his brand new powers, Wren blinked in surprise as suddenly a living room lamp switched on, due to Throttle's doing. Wren huffed a noise of concern and shook his head in mild confusion, "D-Did you just turn on that light?"
"Our powers works through walls," Throttle whispered in scheming delight, "What-say we have some fun tonight..."
"You're kidding," Wren muttered, though his bright eyes proved that he was entirely on board, "You can just ask me to bend over, we... We don't have to go through the trouble of pranks."
"We can do both," Throttle dared with a shrug as Wren got out of bed, though as Wren approached, he gently nudged Throttle's chest with annoyance. Throttle choked a soft laugh and shook his head, "I, Throttle Black, am fully prepared to drive Gunner absolutely up a wall."
"Yeah, be prepared for him to take the princess with him," Wren muttered, "She scares easy. You may very well accidentally scare her RIGHT into Gunner's arms."
"... I didn't think that through," Throttle now muttered in dwindling defeat, to which Wren shook his head and now grappled the chest of Throttle's t-shirt, he began to drag Throttle closer to their closed bedroom door.
"Too late, I'm already out of bed," Wren mumbled, though he seemed thrilled that now silly pranks were on the agenda, for the night, "Let's get this over with."
"I'm beginning to wonder if we should hire a new driver," Gunner mumbled in annoyance, his voice trailed from the bathroom.
Berri sat on the edge of the bed in almost wary concern. Although her and Gunner had shared sleeping space before, it wasn't nearly this private. Berri's eyes glossed the lovely room with an even lovelier view, a massive king sized bed prepared and waiting for the both of them to climb into. Glossy, silk sheets and fluffy downs, Berri tucked her loose hair behind her ears and was well aware this little sleep over could slip into something she wasn't ready for. Trying to remain as cool and collected as she could, she cleared her throat and tossed her gaze back to the bathroom. Although the room was lit up, the bathroom splayed a healthy band of light all over the birch wood floors.
"Why? He was nice," Berri cooed softly, she heaved a soft sigh and knew she should at least dress down for the night; the past three times Gunner had tried to initiate something a little more intimate than simply kissing and hand holding, Berri swiftly gave him the excuse of being too sleepy. She wrinkled her nose and felt her heart thud, she knew she had likely wore down that excuse way too many times. As fun as being swept into romance was, for her, she sagged her shoulders and bit her lip; she knew she wasn't trying to kid herself any longer, and the raw desire to see Turbo's glowing eyes peering back at her was what she deeply desired.
"He kept trying to dodge road kill in the road, even if it would simply go underneath the bus," Gunner choked a small laugh, "Like... The tires wouldn't have hit it anyways."
"Maybe he loves animals," Berri shrugged, every ounce of her somehow wanted to disagree with everything Gunner was made of.
The second he stepped out of the bathroom, she felt a wave of understanding splay over her. She sagged her shoulders and was well aware the overwhelming urge to put their dwindling relationship to rest was now billowing to something far more eruptive than just a simple urge. She looked off after getting a healthy look at Gunner's figure; he was shirtless and in a pair of comfortable sweats, and although Berri felt the gentle sweep to clutch her collar and silently swoon, she furrowed her eyebrows as the feeling only just barely touched down on her heart before disintegrating into nothingness. She urgently furrowed her eyebrows in cold confusion and peered back to Gunner, though somehow, the subconscious game she had been playing with herself, for the entirety of her's and Gunner's relationship, was now something entirely blatant, something she now enjoyed doing, as if to escape. She cocked an eyebrow and allowed her mind to do whatever it could to imagine Turbo standing where Gunner was. She heaved a shaky sigh and was well aware this wasn't even something she tried to stifle, any longer. Her heart began to flutter with the idea, she almost blurt a small laugh at the sheer amount of freedom she was finally allowing herself.
"Maybe he needs a good talking to," Gunner muttered in mild annoyance, he gestured to his bare chest and gave Berri an urgent look, "His swerving made me spill hot coffee on myself. Look, I have this burn."
"I'm sorry, Gun," Berri stated in a pacifiable tone of sweetness, and although he had a nasty red mark down his forearm, Berri sighed and looked off in the mild exhaustion it took her to care.
She furrowed her eyebrows and now wondered even why she was kidding herself, any longer. She looked to Gunner's direction one last time before standing, and though she was about to open her mouth and suggest his difference between being in their band group, and behind closed doors, she flinched in surprise the second their larger lamp, across the room and delicately poised on their higher dresser, began to silently flicker. Both Gunner and Berri raised their eyebrows in frozen surprise and watched as the bulb flickered in agitation for a few moments before finally settling and glowing at it's normal beam. Berri cocked an eyebrow and dropped all of her conflicting thoughts for a second, she dragged her now curious gaze to Gunner, the air between them was now cold with the onset of full-blown terror.
"Uhhh... Any ideas what that could mean?" Berri's voice trembled, and though her brain assumed Gunner was due to puffing his chest and reassuring her that it could potentially be faulty wiring, he sunk into himself and urgently peered at the lamp in a spike of horror.
"I-I... Have no clue," Gunner staggered, "Maybe the bulb is bad?"
Berri furrowed her eyebrows and peered back to the lamp, and though the two hovered in about thirty seconds of silence, the second the bulb's light began to creepily flicker, once more, Gunner inhaled a shaky breath and took a step backwards in a rise of fear. Berri frowned and now began to feel the edges of her stomach begin to clench with the over-sensory show of the unknown, she peered back to Gunner in nervous question, her feet were glued to her positioning in fear of something else going wrong. Before Gunner could crawl back into the bathroom, however, said bathroom door behind him suddenly yanked shut and slammed as loud as it could, causing both him and Berri to jump nearly to the ceiling. Although Berri covered her mouth and griped a small complain, Gunner let out a high-pitched wail of a scream and urgently bounced away. Berri flinched in surprise as Gunner nearly body-slammed Berri and wrapped his trembling arms about her middle.
"Wh-what the hell is going on," Gunner's meek voice shook as he glanced down to Berri and then around the room in cold suspicion, "This room is haunted..."
"I-I... It's been fine all night," Berri worried, though they both gasped in surprise as suddenly the ceiling fan began to spin rapidly, from the dead stop it was previously at. Before Berri could get more words out, Gunner uttered a meep of terror and flung himself to their bedroom door. With a yank, he tossed himself out of the room and began to call back to Berri.
"I-I am NOT staying here one more second," Gunner pleaded as he began to cross the main living space, which was illuminated by a single living room light and the kitchenette's lovely glow of a stove light. Berri urgently scoot out of said potentially haunted bedroom and peered her bewildered gaze to the back of Gunner's head, though she noticed Wren and Throttle lazily stationed at the kitchenette's little island, having a midnight snack. Berri opened her mouth to speak, though Gunner flung their front door open and pointed back at Berri, who was far across the room, past Throttle and Wren, "I'm going to see about switching rooms. Y-You guys, just... Pack your things, and wake Theo, we're moving."
Before any words could be spoken, Gunner rushed out the door and down the hall, barefoot, shirtless and immediately out of sight. Just as the gentle-close of their heavy front door so softly clacked closed, Berri cocked an eyebrow and glossed her eyes to Throttle's and Wren's disposition in the kitchen. Although typically they'd be frozen in terror and out of sorts, still with cold confusion as to just what took place, Berri narrowed her gaze and noted that Wren continued to chew whatever he was eating, and Throttle was nonchalantly washing his hands in the kitchen sink; far more thoroughly than any normal person would. Berri inhaled a shaky breath and took note that any bulb flickering, door slamming and crazed ceiling fans immediately ceased, and with such, she eyed Wren and Throttle in a spike of hot suspicion. They avoided her eye contact, and it was here did Wren urgently try and get Berri's attention off of them.
"Sorry, Tee, what were you saying?" Wren mumbled nonchalantly as he continued to unpeel more of the banana he was munching on; Throttle bobbed a nod and continued to wash his hands, going on well over a minute now.
"Oh, oh, just that... I think that's the reason I became so allergic to pears," Throttle stated quietly, Wren frowned and shrugged as he took another bite of his snack, "I just ate myself silly of them, cause I had this one tree, on the Kalivar lot in Dead Zed, that grew pears like you wouldn't even believe."
"I wasn't aware you could just... Become so allergic to something after having so much of it," Wren concluded nervously, he eyed the banana he was half-way finished with.
Berri furrowed her eyebrows in contemplation and began to feel a weird, silent bout of camaraderie with Wren and Throttle. She knew she had absolutely no clue what was going on here, or how, but in some strange way, Berri felt relieved that Gunner had now left the hotel room in such a tizzy. Although Berri's heightened senses of being able to sniff out anyone's crap had her on full alert, she sagged her shoulders and almost gratefully snoozed all alarms. The air that Wren and Throttle radiated was that of two big brothers simply looking out for their precious princess, something Berri silently allowed. Although Throttle kindly glanced to her and continued on with his conversation with Wren, Berri bobbed them a small nod of gratitude, a quiet acknowledgement to their job well done, and quietly slipped back into said previously haunted bedroom. With a clack of said bedroom door, and a massive, luxurious room now all to herself, she heaved a huge sigh of relief and began to unwind in her own privacy, bedroom door locked and all.
