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Together We Map the World by John Powell
*Chapter 230*
"This is probably the weirdest thing I've ever done," Turbo mumbled so quietly to Berri; the two were dressed in casual sweats and tees, their little resort was alive with the sound of the ocean's lapping waves alongside the chorus of nighttime crickets. Turbo cocked an eyebrow and glossed his golden eyes down to Berri's face, only illuminated by the crisp cut of Lash's front porch light. As Turbo's thicker knuckles tenderly clunked against Lash's front door with a few knocks, he pulled back, sagged his hands into the gape of his favorite red sweat's pockets, and finally concluded his findings down to Berri, in a hushed whisper, "This is probably the first time, in my entire life, I've ever knocked on Lash's front door as a being visiting for dinner."
"Can't say I don't believe you," Berri rushed to whisper in return, Lash's door lock unhinged with a thud, to which Lash easily opened his door.
"Hey, guys," Lash eased in an almost cautious show of warmth, he almost seemed as if he was reserving a world of excitement; he wore a simple grey t-shirt with a small hole below the collar, as well as a pair of baggy, black cotton shorts that cut in small frays below his knees. He nervously wiped his hands on his chest and grunted a small chuckle of grinning sheepishness. As Turbo and Berri were slowly welcomed into Lash's little abode, they both took turns so softly shooting curious, delightful looks between each other, to which Lash uttered a shaky chuckle and rubbed the back of his head, "Welcome to my house in which isn't... My house, and is more a very luxurious rental you have afforded me and have already gotten a tour of."
"It's the being that resides here that matters," Turbo eased with great warmth, he rested his hand to Lash's shoulder and softly gripped with encouragement, "Whatever you're cooking smells amazing."
"Really," Berri quickly added with a lilt of obvious allure, though both Berri and Turbo largely flinched the second Lash's vivid red coding sparked in a gentle flash before them, and Lash was gone.
Turbo yanked his hand away from the small burst of chaos and firmly peered his gaze across the stretch of Lash's little corridor, all the way to the massive bay window and sliding glass that lead straight to the beach, though it was pitch black outside. Lash suddenly blurt a sharp laugh from his kitchen, to where he teleported, and eagerly peered his head around the small bend, just to Turbo's and Berri's left. Turbo gently clutched his chest and exhaled a shaky sigh, his face finally crowned a crumpling, nervous smile.
"Thought I'd run away, huh," Lash grunted in a monotone breath of smiling deviousness, his golden eyes pierced tight to Turbo's as he playfully waggled his eyebrows and continued, "Thanks for giving me myself back."
"You're welcome," Turbo muttered in further smiling annoyance, both him and Berri causally rounded to Lash's kitchen and got comfortable about the island, though Lash hurried to tend to the hot oven, in which he barely peaked open the top and peered inside to assess the state of his meal.
"Almost done," Lash mumbled.
"It smells like Christmas in here, are you baking something sweet?" Turbo wondered, he did what he could to subtly and quickly assess the state of Lash's little abode.
Entirely unpacked, his flat screen was on and dulled to a murmuring volume whilst droning a commercial. His living room's lower coffee table had frosty, sweating half-empty drink on a coaster, the pillows on the couch were smushed in such a way that proved Lash was doing everything he could to live up every single second of this. Turbo felt his heart ache, a bittersweet pang of delightful sorrow pierced his heart, and as he further dragged his eyes about, quickly noticing the outline of a previously used lounge chair on Lash's patio, alongside a pair of house shoes, Turbo dragged his gaze back to Lash and assessed his little brother.
"Oh, you'll see, you're gunna freak out, I mean I've never Googled so many recipes in my life," Lash hissed, he beamed and waggled his fingers a little, "I can actually like GRAB things and cook. Again, thanks for finally giving me the ability to use the bathroom like a normal person."
"Oh, you're welcome," Turbo grumbled in playful irritation as he sagged his elbow to the counter, in which he smushed his chin into his hand. Berri was nonchalantly busy with her phone, likely texting Wren or someone in their vacationing group, he tapped his fingers on the counter in mindful, itching curiousity and was glad Lash had also busied himself with a few dishes. Turbo cautiously pulled out his own phone and began to ever so secretly tab to the app that allowed him remote access to Sugar Rush's code room. He spoke up, the tone and lilt of his charming, deep voice seemed airy and nonchalant, a gentle drape of a cloaking device, one he hoped he'd get away with, "Y'enjoying your time here, bud?"
"Yeah, it's gunna be hard to leave," Lash mumbled with a small smile that wanted to curl on his face, the sink was securely nestled in the glossy kitchen island's stone. His hands continued to work, though Lash flashed Turbo a warm, brotherly smile, "Don't get me wrong, I love the view from your loft, but dang. I had no idea resorts like this existed."
"Yeah, you were too busy enduring a century-long winter," Berri chimed as she eased a noisy, trill of a sigh through her closed mouth, she finally grinned in cute, sassy delight as her and Lash caught eyes.
"Ouch," Lash snipped with a frozen grin, he began to dry his hands on a hand towel nearby.
"Oh I'm just PLAYING, come on... Can't we just look back on what took place and laugh at ourselves?" Berri eased with a giggle and a shrug, she shot her curious gaze to Turbo and beamed, "I mean, right?"
"I'd say," Turbo shrugged, he curiously eyed Lash as he halted what he was doing on his phone, the odd concept of truly laughing about the past seemed like a wild one, though somehow, the way Lash shrugged, bobbed a soft few nods and looked off in contemplation, proved to Turbo that this whole entire ordeal was a healing wound, that somehow they were in the home stretch of.
"You're seriously not mad about... I mean ANY of it?" Lash narrowed his gaze and peered his curious eyes to Berri's; although hard to look into, due to the slit-like nature of Lash's pupils, Berri sweetly endured.
"I mean, I can go back to a place where you were looking my mother dead in the eyes and wishing the both of us to be killed, and how you had no mercy," Berri droned on, she swayed her head back and forth as if this was a nonchalant conversation, and though Lash opened his mouth and huffed a few breaths, as if to nervously want to interject and profusely apologize with great strife, Berri snapped her jaw into a cute, girly grin and narrowed her sassy gaze straight into Lash's soul, "But then I thwarted you whilst I was nothing but a loading bar, so it all shakes out."
"Got owned by a baby, dude," Turbo grunted under his breath in a scoff, he shook his head and kept his eyes honed to what he was doing in his phone, though both him and Berri erupted in laughter as Lash sagged his shoulders and looked off in pursed irritation.
"Not my proudest moment," Lash mumbled as he finished drying his hands and set the towel down, he finally reached for an oven mit and began to pull the delicious smelling food out of the oven, "Not my proudest SEASON."
"Me neither, my guy, don't fret," Turbo stated through a revived sigh, he continued to keep his nose buried in whatever he was doing; although he knew it wasn't against the rules, he still somehow hoped both Lash and Berri were oblivious to the fact that he had begun nosing around some code room work, work that Zed made clear of Turbo to dutifully stay out of, work that Zed assured would get completed by his own band of Users. Turbo inhaled a deep breath through his nose and fluttered his eyes, only breaking his gaze from his phone to see just what Lash had pulled out of the oven. Searing hot, fluffy, deliciously irresistible cinnamon rolls, "Holy User, Lash, you made cinnamon rolls?"
"For DINNER?" Berri barked a hard laugh and sat up a little, though she finally got up off the stool she was on and rounded the island. She stood next to Lash and eagerly peered down into the full pan, packed to the brim with the yummiest smelling cinnamon rolls ever.
"Uh, YEAH? This is Sugar Rush, what the heck?" Lash urged as he gestured to his masterpiece creation, "Rules about nutrition doesn't matter in Sugar Rush, c'mon."
"Speaking my language," Berri muttered cutely, though her phone buzzed a soft little chirp of a vibrate, on Lash's glossy stone island.
"No, don't invite anyone over, I made this sheet specifically for us three," Lash rushed in a mutter as Berri grabbed her phone, opened it and smiled in soft loveliness.
"Aw, it's Ace," Berri chimed cutely, she began tabbing her thumbs away at his message, though Turbo raised his eyebrows in prickled surprise and nervously stabbed his eyes to Berri's phone.
"What's he up to?" Turbo eased with a great deal of forced nonchalance, though he could feel the beads of sweat form on the crown of his head, knowing full well the higher-ups had instructed Turbo to lay off the work whilst on vacation.
"Oh, he's just asking how the resort is," Berri stated in continued easiness, Turbo sagged his shoulders a little and now cautiously returned to his work.
"... Okay, he's probably the ONLY person I'd give a cinnamon roll," Lash pressed with a shrug, he began to move closer to his fridge, and with a swing, he reached inside and returned to the island with a big bowl of icing he had prepared prior, "Really, any of the Users."
"Why, or they'll delete'cha?" Turbo stated with a snarky little smirk, to which Lash shot him a disgruntled glower.
"I mean, yeah, it's constantly my worry," Lash argued, Berri rolled her eyes and tabbed away at her's and Ace's conversation.
User : That's great! Yeah, mom and dad took us to Sugar Sun a month or so after you were born, I don't know if you'd remember. It's beautiful. Libby and I had our honeymoon there. Y'see the creepy cavern off to the left of the beach and resort houses?
Blue : ... Wait, what? There's a creepy cavern?
User : Yeah, Libby and I were too chicken to check it out.
Blue : Two full-blown Users. Good job.
User : Hey, I'm allowed to feel scared lol. What are you guys up to?
Blue : Turbo and I are visiting Lash's unit, he made cinnamon rolls. Holy crap they smell so good.
User : He bakes? Sounds like he's the one with an ace up his sleeve, 'round here.
"Frost those cinnamon rolls before I just dive in, no matter what," Berri instructed in a dull tone, she shot Lash a cute smile and bobbed an eager nod, "Time to put your baking to the test."
"Figured if I'm going to call Sugar Rush my official home, and not one I have in a death grip, I... Might as well get good at cooking and baking the cuisine," Lash eased with great warmth, something he was only really good at expressing around the two people he had been living with for the past month or two.
"Yeah, then gain fifty pounds," Turbo joked, still trying to set an illusion that he wasn't working, though with a gentle flicker of disruption, on the grid, suddenly the tiles, to Turbo's right, glitched about in a frenzy of white coding that immediately sparked to a familiar pop of golden honeycombs; with a pop, Ace was suddenly blipped into existence, right at the head of Lash's island.
"Holy sh-... DUDE," Lash suddenly barked as Turbo clutched his chest, "Warn a guy!"
"I smelled cinnamon rolls all the way from the palace, what?" Ace shrugged, he was wearing a thinner, loose workout tank top, a black racer back that looked a little sweaty, as if Ace was previously working out. His skin glistened, furthering said proof, alongside the cute shagginess of Ace's muted blue hair, shaved to perfection in a recent hair cut.
"... The palace is nearly a hundred and fifty miles away!" Lash loudly complained with a grin, to which Berri finally sagged her phone to the counter and sheepishly gave Lash a smile.
"Sorry, I revealed you made cinnamon rolls," Berri mumbled in cute defeat, and although Turbo cleared his throat and looked as if he was en route to taking a seat at the bar stool, Ace's gentle, larger hand halted him in the act of resting said large hand on Turbo's right shoulder.
"It's all good, just wanted to stop by and see how you guys were doing," Ace eased in a great deal of warmth, the smile he adorned was handsome and contagious, the cute gap between his teeth, the show of darker blue stubble on his strong jawline, him and Turbo caught eyes in a swell of deeper understanding. Berri furrowed her brow in rising confusion the second Ace's brotherly, dominant smiling stare had Turbo visibly shrinking, the golden color in his eyes very easily swapped to a minty show of nervousness. Berri and Lash froze in confusion the second Ace gripped Turbo's shoulder a little harder, narrowed his gaze and so gently jostled Turbo about, "How about you, huh? You uh... Y'hangin' in there, Turbo?"
"He used you, Bear," Turbo muttered in dark defeat as he cocked an eyebrow and shot Berri a pleading look of now forlorn guilt.
"Wait, WHAT is going on, here?" Berri suddenly demanded, though she eased a nervous giggle, stood a bit straighter and gestured her hand to Lash, "Ace innocently asked what we were up to and I said hanging with Lash, he made cinnamon rolls."
"Yeah, cause he's not about to surprise-teleport himself to me if we were, say, I don't know... Doing something else," Turbo muttered, although he knew not to challenge Ace, not only being Berri's big brother, and a User to boot, he felt safe in Ace's brotherly camaraderie, as if expressing distaste for this situation was something he could get away with.
"Oh, like, peacefully sleeping?" Ace's deep voice mumbled to Turbo in nonchalance, the amount of warmth his hazel eyes radiated was eternally palpable, though Turbo knew, full well, behind said heart-melting gaze was a lion with fire for a mane.
"You're getting warmer," Turbo skillfully volleyed, the grip Ace had on Turbo's shoulder didn't let up.
"Bedtime story?" Ace wondered as he turned his head to the side and kept his narrowed, cheeky gaze tight to Turbo's, amidst a boyish smirk of innocent delight.
"Maybe... Bigger than just a story," Turbo easily returned all of Ace's serves.
"BOYS," Berri barked in now solid irritation, causing Ace and Turbo to flinch in the flickering embers of pre-boiled testosterone.
Ace huffed a hot sigh through his nose and peered to Berri in softness, though him and Turbo finally dragged their mildly irritated stares back to each other. Although Turbo had gone against Zed's wishes, Ace was well aware Turbo was strictly trying to help. With the weight of the world on his shoulders, a weight he desperately did what he could to not disperse to the people that surrounded him, Ace knew Turbo was doing everything he could to dodge bullets, to kill two birds with one stone, though somehow Ace knew working whilst on vacation was a double edged sword. Turbo finally heaved a long sigh of defeat, sagged his shoulders and removed his gaze from their dominant stare-down. He glossed his aimless stare to Ace's broad, muscular chest in a gentle sag of searching, Turbo knew he was caught red-handed, though he gave Ace a gentle look of sorrowful hopefulness, as if to somehow express to Ace that he desperately needed someone to yank the reigns away from him.
"Turbo, I want to apologize," Ace mumbled, he kept his hand gripped to Turbo's shoulder, everyone was frozen in soft curiosity as Ace pressed on, "I... Haven't been very present, inside my roll in the hierarchy... Although I respectfully bowed out of my position as King, it doesn't mean I should bow out entirely. You've done a lot for us, and... I'm really not trying to rough you up or anything, but, c'mon. You KNOW all us higher-ups get alerted whenever one of us is poking around in the sphere of the remote code room."
"I figured it was too late in the evening for anyone to notice," Turbo muttered in quiet, shy embarrassment.
"... You were working?" Berri softly cried, she seemed disappointed as she dropped her arms, to which Turbo gave her a sorrowful look and finally lulled his eyes closed in defeat.
"Pretty sure the Mrs. to-be probably told you to knock it off, previously, huh," Ace mumbled, Turbo bobbed a nod and remorsefully looked off, "Yeah, Zed and I caught'cha doing some things earlier this afternoon."
"Turbo," Berri pressed in further dismay, though more-so in concern for Turbo's mental wellbeing.
"It's not his fault Bear, it's... It's okay," Ace mumbled, he released Turbo's shoulder and glanced in Lash's direction, "Ever since Sugar Rush was won, and mom and dad kind of just handled everything, it was easy for Libby and I to take a back seat, to heal with each other, to welcome our kids into the world and relax. We didn't have much to do with anything code room related."
"I signed up for this," Turbo gently defended, he shook his head and was grateful to catch eyes with Ace, "I swore that I wouldn't rest-"
"Yeah, well you shouldn't be the only one," Ace's voice got a bit louder, overriding Turbo's; Turbo halted his words and sorrowfully peered into Ace's brotherly, narrowed gaze, "Turbo, I've... I've been a spectator in all of this. I'm the original User, for crying out loud."
Lash grit his teeth and ever-so subtly took a side-step away from Ace, closer to Berri; this caused a small smirk of a giggle to escape Berri's mildly fuming figure.
"You've been carrying more burden than you've needed to, for almost two years now," Ace pleaded gently, he urgently gestured about Lash's abode, "You're on vacation... You need to reset and relax. Please... Let US handle this. We've got it under control."
"But-" Turbo faltered on words to urgently carry on, though Ace firmly and lovingly cut him off.
"No, ah-no, anything you DON'T do, in this two week span, isn't going to jeopardize the Arcade," Ace hissed, he gripped Turbo's upper arm this time and hovered, they locked eyes in a gentle, brotherly stare down, "I understand this whole 'do or die' concept, but... The Arcade already has a huge supply of your protection, the crazy amount you've already worked on... Libby, Beaux and I have temporarily taken your place."
"That's three Users, babe," Berri quietly magnified, to which Turbo finally looked off and bobbed a soft, sighing nod of exhausted defeat, though Ace lovingly jostled him and was glad to gain a bit more vulnerable eye contact with Turbo as they hung eye-level with each other.
"You've GOT to take a step back," Ace ushered tenderly, a swathe of firm love he was adamant to giving his new, future brother-in-law, refreshed coding that would one day be King, Ace squeezed Turbo's arm a little and eased a soft chuckle of apology, "The people here want to be with YOU. Not with a disconnected version of yourself quietly buried in the remote access of the code room all day."
"Being a workaholic isn't a good thing," Berri nervously reminded as Lash bobbed an agreeing nod.
"Bags under your eyes and becoming a shell of a person is not a badge of honor, it's depleting," Ace eased, he narrowed his gaze and softened, "We need you to come back to us refreshed and ready to go. Cause by the time you guys come back from this vacation, we'll have wrapped up all the things we needed to accomplish, for this virus protection. All we'll need is your precise, finishing touches and any last minute fixes."
"I just... Don't want to let anyone down," Turbo mumbled in defeat, to which Ace inhaled a deep breath and took a small step away from Turbo.
He finally exhaled, his broad, muscular shoulders sagged, the gorgeous display of his tattoos, all across the drape of his clavicles and pecks, glistened with the drying sweat from his workout. He shook his head and peered dead into Turbo's eyes, as if to be wholly thrown from Turbo's little statement. Ace shook his head, pierced his gaze to Lash's suddenly, as well as Berri's, as if to silently ask them if they could believe their ears. Both Berri and Lash eased into quiet, understanding chuckles of bittersweet longing for their favorite recluse. Ace finally eased a smiling grin of incredulous disbelief and peered back into Turbo's eyes, with all the sincerity in the world.
"You don't want to let anyone down," Ace mumbled, he rubbed his strong jaw and grunted a chuckle as he looked off, "Turbo, I don't think you even have that capability. And trust me, if you were about to let one of us down, I'm pretty sure someone would come speak up before it happened. Like what I'm doing. Currently, in this moment."
"Bubble, popped," Lash gestured his fist with a clench and opened fingers, as if to subtly pantomime a bubble popping.
"Please temporarily ban me from the code room," Turbo's crackly, defeated voice instructed to Ace, though Ace stiffened and allowed a cute smirk to cross his face.
"No," Ace blurt with a shrug, "I'm not about to ban you from the code room. You're a rightful Prince. Sugar Rush's future King. I'm not an idiot."
Turbo held his gaze with Ace's in soft disbelief, though with Ace's final lay of loving words, Turbo finally eased a gentle smile of full humility, he looked down to his hands and eventually bobbed a defeated nod of understanding.
"Did dad sic you on Turbo?" Berri muttered cutely, to which Ace gave her a boyish grin.
"No, I sicced me on Turbo," Ace cleverly corrected as him and Turbo caught eyes, once more, "Dad was going to let it slide, like earlier. I've never had a brother, but I imagine this is some shred of tough, brotherly love, yeah?"
Turbo felt as if Ace had suddenly swooped into his Universe, from the great beyond, slammed down the hugest Uno-reversal card, and whisked away into the sunset. This whole time, Turbo had done his best to properly wrangle all of the brotherly-like men in his life, to create a strong bond with the people under him, to make sure he was leading by good example and being a safe spot for vulnerability, from his handpicked tribe of men, though somehow, given the same exact treatment had Turbo firmly understanding the importance of it all. Turbo immediately felt a weight lifted, as if Ace was here to remind everyone that he, too, was in on this mess, he, too, was a force to be reckoned with, a stronghold that could be trusted and relied on, though most importantly, a brother.
"Thank you," Turbo eased with a shaky sigh and a nod, he lulled his eyes closed in defeat, "I'll control myself, from here."
"If you wanted to hang out with us, it didn't HAVE to require all of this," Lash blurt bravely, though he softened with confidence the second Ace shot him a cheeky grin of mild annoyance.
"I'll be honest, half the reason I came over here so fast was because Berri said there were cinnamon rolls," Ace mumbled, and though he eased out of Turbo's bubble for the time being, Turbo eyed Ace's aura in a show of vulnerable neediness, though he remained stationary and patient, knowing full well the conversation would come back to him.
"Well, why don't you be the first judge," Lash chimed, he eagerly began to source a plate, a fork and a spatula, all while Berri began to pour the heavenly looking icing onto the slice Lash had provided.
"Oh, I don't need a fork, trust me," Ace mumbled cutely, he waggled his hand, easily about the size of Theo's hand; twelve inches wide.
"Yeah, Arcade doesn't cater to us wreckers," Berri mumbled, and although her hands were not nearly as big, she still gestured her palm a little as Lash kindly presented Ace with the gooiest, steamiest cinnamon roll.
"User, I hope it's good," Lash bit his bottom lip as Ace successfully picked up the gooey cinnamon roll and took a rather large bite. Upon chewing for a second, Ace sagged his shoulders and gave Lash a melting, crumpling look of pure desire, "Oh, thank God."
"Holy crap, can I take one home to Libby, please?" Ace mumbled through his full mouth and chewing, as politely as he could. He inspected his cinnamon roll and shook his head before going in for another eager bite, "Or can you bake more and I'll, like... Pay you or something?"
"Lash, you should open your own bakery in town," Berri chimed in wide-eyed excitement, though Lash firmly wrinkled his nose and shot Berri an incredulously disgusted look.
"What, and wear pink frilly aprons and decorate flowers on cakes all day?" Lash argued, and though Turbo had been previously thwarted, he eased a chuckle and bravely joined the conversation, as humbly as he could.
"... That'd kind of be hilarious, I mean, no one else in the city is doing that," Turbo shrugged and caught eyes with Berri, he looked as if he had been taken down a peg, but was ready to slowly bounce back and contribute to the conversation, "I mean, think about it... Reformed bad guy takes up baking and makes the most delicious stuff in the city?"
"You could do so many creative things with that idea, I'd run with it," Ace mumbled with yet another mouthful, and before the group knew it, Ace's cinnamon roll was entirely gone, fingers licked and all.
"Guess... It's something to consider," Lash rubbed his chin and furrowed his eyebrows in softness.
"Yeah, cause that was to die for," Ace muttered as he gently dusted his hand free of further flaky goodness, he then gently nudged Lash's forearm with the back of his larger hand and was glad to catch eyes with him, "Thanks for that. Y'ever open that bakery, I'll be your first customer."
"... Thanks," Lash lilted in soft honesty, a show of vulnerable gratitude he was desperately trying to fit into; he nearly recoiled at just how easy it was all becoming.
"I'm holding you to it, I already have a trillion ideas," Berri mumbled to Lash, to which Lash rolled his eyes and eased a sheepish smile down to his twiddling fingers.
"Your Highness," Ace's deep voice stated to Turbo in strict seriousness, though it was easy cloaked with Ace's lovely, knowing smile, he politely washed and dried his hands at Lash's sink before easing back into Turbo's gravity, "Dad has gone soft on you, softer than he usually does. Probably because you're family now, but... You're now my brother. I'm going to treat you like such."
"A nice taste of your own medicine," Lash cutely interjected, a cheeky shrug and a snarky grin to boot, something Turbo easily and lazily glowered at.
"Brotherly love you're familiar with dishing, apparently," Ace mumbled, he eyed Turbo in cuteness before he held out his hand for a handshake, "Stay out of the code room. We need you to be firing on all cylinders when you come home. Please... Have a drink, sleep in, we don't care what you do. Just do not open the hub's app."
"I won't, I'm... I'm sorry," Turbo grumbled, he eased his hand into Ace's for a handshake, though was prepared for a familiar tug as Ace easily enticed him into a hug.
With Ace only a shred taller than Turbo, Turbo felt it odd to hug a much bigger being than himself. Ace gripped his arms about Turbo's shoulders, ushered a few kind pats and was grateful Turbo returned said embrace. After a moment, Ace gently pulled away and shook his head, as if in kind reassurance.
"Don't be sorry, just relax," Ace shrugged, "Everything's under control. I promise."
"The second it's not, though?" Turbo hurried to add, his tone laced with worry, to which Ace gripped Turbo's shoulders in firm cuteness and urged his conclusion in a monotoned drone.
"I will call you," Ace affirmed, to which Berri and Lash erupted in laughter at just how easily Ace thwarted all of Turbo's concerns. Ace joined in on their laughter and was grateful to get a smile out of Turbo, finally, "Trust me, I will call you. If you are needed, you will be reached out to."
"I'm glad you're doing this now on day one and not day twelve," Berri eased to Ace as Ace finally unhanded Turbo, he gave his baby sister a sweet smile and waggled his eyebrows.
"I'll come back every day if that's what it takes," Ace cued cutely, he held up his hand and prepared to snap his larger fingers as he eased the group one final, sweet conclusion, "Thanks for the dessert, guys. See'yah!"
Before the group could respond, Ace snapped his fingers and was gone like a flicker of golden lightning. The three flinched in soft surprise as the gap before Turbo was now empty, though just as Turbo lulled his eyes closed and sagged his shoulders, as if to prepare for Lash and Berri to continue to prove to him that they were potentially disappointed, Lash suddenly utilized his messy teleport powers and flickered into being right in front of Turbo, where Ace was previously standing. Turbo wildly flinched in surprise, clutched his chest once more and sagged in hot, rising annoyance. Lash held out his arms and dorkily waggled his eyebrows.
"Aw, c'mon, now... Y'can give your big brother Ace a hug, so now it's my turn," Lash cheesed, a silly display he was only comfortable presenting in front of his brothers, and now Berri; she easily covered her mouth and giggled as Turbo's sighing, annoyed figure draped his arms about Lash's shoulders, who easily stood about half a foot shorter than Turbo.
"Babe, everything's going to be fine, trust me," Berri eased with a nod as she crossed her arms, she was grateful Turbo humbly bowed out of trying to be right, in this situation, and as Turbo and Lash remained draped in a lazy hug, Berri waggled her finger towards both boys and side-eyed them in scheming excitement, "Besides... Ace mentioned something this island has that's likely going to keep us verrrry busy..."
