Bigger is Better, and Better is Bigger! (Robbie)

[Zachary LaRousse]

the thread happens/starts on the 3rd of December

“Yo Robbie! Wake up! We don’t have all day!” bellowed the prissy Asian teen as he barged into the blonde’s room, slamming the door open and kicking a few discarded clothes away as he sat on the side of the bed. Seeing the outline of the boy’s body under the covers, he gave what he thinks to be the weather manipulator’s butt a hard slap, yelling, “Come on! We’ll miss our plane to New York at this rate.”

Unlike JD, Robbie usually lets Zac into his room without much question or resistance, which is why the mimic isn’t all to prepared for eventualities like this (meaning he doesn’t have a secret spare key). Thank goodness one of the blonde’s roommates – the spazzy Asian kid, Jasper was it? – was awake at that ungodly hour (or maybe he just woke up because of Zac’s loud knocking) that he was let in within a few minutes. If the kid had taken longer, well, he would’ve crushed the doorknob with his power already. Just like what he did with Robbie’s private room’s knob.

“Come on, come on, come on!” flailed the boy, jumping on the bed up and down. He did give up a few minutes later, rolling his eyes and huffing. “Seriously if you don’t wake up, I’m going to drag your sorry ass out. And don’t worry, you don’t need to pack. We’ll just buy your stuff on the way out.” Packing would take time. Theoretically he could do it himself (just like JD, he knows which drawer contains which of Robbie’s stuff; he’s such a creepy best friend like that), but he says it’s too much work.

“Stop dreaming about humping Estelle and let’s go!” In the blonde’s defense, he wasn’t really told by the heir about all this (it was a ‘surprise’). Zac’s just bratty that way.

[Robbie Wilkes]

Everything about Hammel reminded Robbie of Dani now. Her room had been given to a relatively new girl Robbie did not want to talk to despite how hot she was. That was his girl...ex girlfriend's room. He missed Switchblade.

He knew he was being a cliche by locking himself up in his room and listening to deafening rock music on his MP3 but it helped. It really helped. It got him to sleep and it drowned everything out. His headphones already blocked out any noise and in addition to the music, Robbie didn't have any time to think or feel anything. It felt good.

It was in this headphone-d state that Zac would meet Robbie, covered under layers of blankets and a tattered hoodie that he had once housed Dani in during a particular rainy day.

At least the blonde wasn't crying.

He had not been informed that he was going to be whisked away at midnight so he was far too deep in sleep to realise that Zac was trying to wake him up. But the shaking of the bed with the heir's jumping did rouse him a little. With one eye cracked open, he saw Zac at the foot of his bed and shooed him away with a strong kick.

"Goway Z. Not up for shenanigans." He mumbled, having not heard a word the Asian billionaire's son had uttered before.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac knew how devastated Robbie was with Dani’s sudden departure. It’s just like that time with Estelle, only worse. At least back then the blonde hang out with him still, now he’s all cooped up. Like forever. And crying. Moping. Brooding. And all that disgusting emotional things the mimic wouldn’t really associate with his blonde ball of sunshine.

As much as he loves Robbie, Zac just doesn’t get the reason for the sadness. If it was JD, he says, he’d understand – the speedster’s always been the one to invest so much in a relationship then blame himself if it doesn’t work out. But that is so not how the blonde weather manipulator operates in Zac’s experience. He’s all casual hook-ups and no strings attached like the heir he believes, if not even more. He did see the boy have ‘serious’ relationships before and saw his break-ups, but none were as disastrous as this. She’s done something to his bro and he doesn’t even know what. And since he doesn’t know what, he has no idea how to start ‘fixing him’. Oh how he’d love to kill that little Waylan girl when he sees her again. But then pulverizing her will probably crush Robbie’s soul even more, he can’t. Which only makes Zac hate her even more.

Oh life.

In any case, not knowing what happened doesn’t mean the boy would give up. Nope, not one bit. Especially if that whining won’t stop.

“Come on Bee, wake u-Ouch! What the fuck?!” yelped the boy as he got kicked in the stomach. It didn’t hurt much since he wasn’t really all the close, but it still ached all the same. “That does it Robert James Wilkes, you’re getting up whether you like it or you like it very much.”

With one quick swing of his arms, the blankets came off and the sight that was suddenly in front of him made Zac roll his eyes in disappointment. “And I thought JD was a handful,” he muttered to himself, bending over to haul Robbie off the bed, “Come on! I have fake IDs for us so we can go clubbing later. And we don’t have Mr. Killjoy to stop us! You’ll have all the hookers you want so you’d forget about Dani. When’s the last time you got laid anyway?” The blonde didn’t seem like budging, so Zac then sent him a glare. “Just get dressed and let’s go!”

[Robbie Wilkes]

He supposed he should have explained it to Zac. Why losing Dani took more of him than anything and anyone else. It wasn't so much soul-crushing than it was just lack of care or activity on his part.

Sure, he could have told the mimic that it was because he had gotten the shit kicked out of him when nobody else cared except Dani. He also could have told Zac that Dani had been the one right there with him when the shit-kicking started. He also could have told him that Dani leaving him without even a note was just not cool because Dani got him to care about her like he had with his very first [at least what he thought was his first] love.

He'd built up such a wall after that. It seemed impenetrable because it was. At first. He no longer gave two shits simply because he had thought the world no longer worked in his favour and it was his own responsibility to take care of himself. Estelle kept him sane, sure, but he was the only one who took care of things on his own. It wasn't like he could rely on his parents. Of course not.

But damn, Dani broke that wall so easily. Of course, losing Estelle had cracked the wall a little, made it easier for Dani to blow it up completely. And all that was left of Robbie was rubble. Sure there was a peek of his former self every now and then when he gave a rat's ass about appearance but really, other than that, Robbie didn't think it was necessary.

He should have made an effort with Zac though. Because like Estelle, the heir had been the few constants in his life. There hadn't been any disappointments and Zac rarely looked down upon Robbie. That was what made him so eager to stay friends with the animal mimic. Despite all the shit he got from his other friends about Zac. It didn't matter how they saw Zac, Robbie loved him and that was all that mattered.

Yes. He could have told Zac all of this and risked getting snorted at, getting a noogie and probably more slaps on the ass. But no. Zac didn't need to know.

Especially not when Zac was yanking him out of the bed, talking about hookers and getting laid. "Augh fine. Damn it, Zac." He grumbled as he grabbed the jeans hanging off his chair and pulling them on. "Don't call JD Mr. Killjoy. He makes sense half the time." Robbie rubbed his face with the sleeve of his hoodie. He would never have said those words were he in a better state of mind but as it were...

"Where are we going anyway?" The weather manipulator had grown a couple inches taller, practically towering over Zac now. It was sort of unnerving to see this especially since he'd always been so short. But he kind of liked the added height. He had more access to the top of Zac's head. For easy noogies obviously.

[OOC: Rambles and shitfluff! Best post EVER]

[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac would never get used of Robbie’s newfound height.

Sure the boy wasn’t as JD tall yet (and JD wasn’t that much taller than him, the Asian boy insists), but the fact that he’s the shortest one in their little trio now made him just a tad bit uneasy. There’s just something about power, authority and the appearance that you have those two down pat when you’re up there, looking down at everyone. Something Zac wishes that he has bad. But he can’t, since despite being a quarter Caucasian (his father’s half French), there’s just no getting around this one.

Then again, being shorter than Robbie (just a bit, he insists) also meant he could get piggy-back rides on the blonde just like he does with JD. And yes, the moment the weather manipulator had jeans on, no matter how disgusting and revolting distraught Robbie seemed, the heir happily pounced on him, even giving him a loving(ly joking) kiss on the forehead. Followed by a quick “EWWWW!” at that.

“When’s the last time you took a bath?” asked the mimic, pinching his nose as he made a disgusting face, yet his legs and one arm is still wrapped around the blonde. With both of his ‘homies’ tall and built, can we say it’s practically a requirement now? “You can take a bath on the plane. We’re roughly the same size still right? Or are you JD sized now?”

He wiggled his hips a bit and gently moved his feet, urging the blonde to move forward. “And that’s precisely the reason why I call JD Mr. Killjoy. I would invite him, but I’m in a mission to rid you of that whiny, depressed, ZOMG-DANI’S-AWAY-IMMA-DIE-NOW voice of yours, and I don’t think sweet talking it out of you would work.” Not that he’s tried it before already, because that is so not Zac’s style. “We’re out to have fun tonight. And tomorrow. But first you have to help me get through my Christmas list.” First on the list is – surprise, surprise – Robbie.

“Now out and onto the parking lot. There’s a car waiting. We need to get to the airport stat. Before JD sees us and goes jealous rage on me,” chuckled Zac, winking and playfully ruffling his baby boy’s hair.

Yes, because no matter how tall the blonde gets, he’s still Zac’s (and JD’s, in the mimic’s mind anyway) little baby. And indeed, it’s as weird as it sounds.

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ROBBIEEEE. </3.
- Jam

[Robbie Wilkes]

Pitching forward slightly when he was jumped, Robbie ignored Zac's comments about the odour he was giving off. He didn't know what the hell was wrong with Zac's nose because he showered.

Maybe.

Having gotten used to Zac's insistent nature of buying him things [Robbie tried saying no the first time. Suffice it to say, he never tried again], Robbie shrugged and started to move out of the dorm room and on to the parking lot.

The hair ruffle made him smile though and he tried to keep up a semblance of a conversation with his friend. He owed the Asian heir that much.

Once they arrived at the parking lot, Robbie put Zac down and turned to him. "And I have not been whiny and depressed. And I don't say ZOMG so...shut up." He punched Zac's arm playfully and gave him a small smile. "Where are we going anyway?"

[Zachary LaRousse]

Robbie being rather space-y did not escape Zac’s attention; in fact, it only cemented the fact to the heir that his beloved little blonde baby really needs help. That Robbie’s so devastated and distraught that Zac needs to give it his all to save him. And it was partly his fault too, waiting for so long before he took action. He just has to be thankful it’s not too late for the weather manipulator yet.

Yes, he’s overdramatizing everything. This is Zac we’re talking about after all. As if you expected anything less.

The mimic simply stuck his tongue out and got into the car when Robbie chastised him for making stuff up, rolling his eyes and saying “Oh but you did. In your sleep. During that one night when JD ditched us for that blonde whore” as he started the engine. Nope, unfortunately JD’s ‘intimate’ relationship with Jalen would do nothing to abate the pompous teen’s disdain of her.

Within minutes they were already on the road. Granted the airport wasn’t too far from the town itself, but it still allowed a few extra conversations to be slipped in between. “New York City. Just had the penthouse cleaned so you can’t say no,” smirked Zac as he made a right turn, “We could go to Milan or London to shop too, but jetlag isn’t nice. Not to mention we’d lose a few hours with the whole time zone shifting thing.” Once the December breaks roll in, they’d go there. He promises. “And Dad wants me to check out Columbia University. And Cornell too, if we have time. Who thought it’d be this hard choosing between schools?” Of course he’s been accepted to all the universities he applied for. While his grades were remarkable to say the least and he has a number of extracurriculars that helped, heaven knows his family’s name has been a significant factor in his acceptance. And no, he’s not ashamed of it. “Has JD told you where he’s going next year? How ‘bout you? Any plans?”

He’s just asking for the sake of asking, he says. Heaven knows he’ll rope his boys to wherever he’s going.

[Robbie Wilkes]

Robbie did feel bad that Zac had to deal with his mood swings. JD probably couldn't have cared less and Robbie was fine with that. The boy already thought he was exasperating and Robbie was also fine with that. It was just JD's nature. But Zac wasn't like that and it was probably a bad thing that Robbie was outwardly showing his moodiness to the Asian heir. He had to rectify it somehow. And if going on this trip would help, Robbie would oblige.

"Don't call her a whore." He sighed, immediately knowing which blonde the mimic was talking about. JD had only been around one blonde as far as Robbie was concerned and Jalen wasn't that bad. She was kinda nice. And she shared some of JD's interests...right? And JD liked her, she couldn't be that bad. "And sleep-talking doesn't count. If we're talking about things we say in our sleep, you say more stupid things than I do." Robbie rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out for good measure.

Huffing in amusement at the places Zac mentioned, Robbie got into the car and pulled his hoodie tighter around his body, snuggling up to the passenger door without even bothering to buckle up. Zac drove fast but not enough to freak Robbie out so the blonde used that logic to determine whether or not he should use his seatbelt. "Right. The timezone is our biggest worry." The blonde chuckled and listened to Zac's rant about schools.

Unlike JD and Estelle who could get a scholarship to any school they wanted, and Zac who not only had his good grades but had connections, Robbie didn't exactly know how he could afford a school let alone a good one. He didn't know how to articulate this without sounding completely pathetic so he kept silent about it. "I dunno...I heard Yale. One of the Ivys I think." He said in response to Zac's first question.

The blonde looked out the window at the dark scenery whooshing past them and wondered where Dani was and if she was doing okay. He hoped she was. "So, are we buying stuff for your family?" Robbie asked Zac, hopefully playing on Zac's short term memory well enough to change the subject.

[Zachary LaRousse]

The drive to the airport wasn’t all that long, but at the speed Zac was going, it seems like they’ll be there in no time. Yes he was speeding, but he argues that only for a bit. Besides, he could see no car in sight, not for a few more miles (he checked with his enhanced animal vision for a bit). And should anything happen, he’s fairly sure he can take care of both of them. They’re not just your everyday teen boys after all.

“You’re right. ‘Whore’ is a little too good of a word,” answered Zac with a smug grin as he made a sharp turn to the left, “Can you think of anything worse than a ‘slut’? Because for some reason that word still rings as a compliment in my ears.” Jalen may be seen as a little too friendly at times, but really, Zac’s harsh judgement of her is just because the mimic still hasn’t found a way to get even with the blonde. She’s always been two steps ahead, no thanks to that power of hers and the lack of naturally deaf animals (or at least they’ve eluded the heir’s research). Hopefully Robbie can talk some sense into him. Hopefully.

A few moments later, they’re finally at the airport. It took a while to find a decent parking space, which made the heir a little agitated. “Why are there so many people in the airport this early anyway? It’s not Christmas yet, right?” he whined as he grabbed a duffel bag from the trunk of his car and urged Robbie to come with already, “Bah. Where are you spending Christmas this year anyway? Visiting your parents or something?” He knew it was a sensitive topic for the blonde so he pulled him close, giving his shoulder a friendly squeeze. “You know, you’re free to spend the holidays with me. I do need someone to rescue me once the parties start. Dwayne and Lancelot are fun, but you know how my other cousins are.” The Asian teen let out a disgusted look just to emphasize his point. “And besides, I think Sophia (and Viktor) really like you.”

They were led up the plane and were instructed to fasten their seatbelts immediately as they’d be leaving shortly. “Jack said you can take a bath when we’re in the air already,” he said, patting Robbie’s knees. Robbie asking the same question again didn’t escape Zac’s attention; to the mimic, it was just proof that Dani’s still in the boy’s head. “We could, but we’re shopping for you, remember? Now fasten your seatbelt so we can leave. And you can take a bath. I can’t stand your stench any longer,” teased Zac, ruffling Robbie’s hair.

ooc:
Sorry this took so long (and if it is rather crappy). Last week was my finals week so I didn't have enough free time. And after that my muse was drained so it took me a while to recover. I promise to do better next time. So so sorry.
Also Nu, please feel free to GM a bit A LOT. heeheee. That Robbie met some (if not all) of Zac's cousins (Dwayne and Lancelot are his first cousins, the rest you can make up. :B) and how they aaare. And like, when they arrive to NYC already or something. ILUFFYOUSOMUCH so i know you'd do awesome GMing. :B.
- Jam

[Robbie Wilkes]

Zac's crassness was nothing new to Robbie and the blonde knew better than to argue with the mimic. He simply nodded and chuckled listlessly. Honestly, he could do without the sulking but for some odd reason, the emotions were pretty damned persistent this time around.

The topic truly was extra sensitive to Robbie and lately, Robbie's suspicions were growing but he told no one about it. Nobody deserved to hear his bitching and moaning about family. But he couldn't lie to Zac. It was impossible to. At least the other teen didn't ask a too serious question. "I want to...go home. Joel, Desi and Mer told me to come home." An affectionate smile creased the weather manipulator's face and he turned to Zac. "Thanks though but I got an invitation from someone else. New Year's maybe?" it was a casual query but even Robbie heard the desperation in it. Good God he needed some alcohol in him.

Good thing they were already at the airport. Climbing into the airplane, Robbie shrugged at Zac's mentions of his cousins. "Sophia really likes everything on legs. No offense but you know." A smirk fell across Robbie's lips as he waited for further instructions.

A bath, Robbie sighed. That could be a good idea. He nodded and leaned back on the chair, letting Zac play with his hair a bit. It had been awhile since Robbie let anybody touch him; mostly because he really did stink.

The plane started to ascend and in no time, they were in the air and when the seatbelt light was off, Robbie unclicked his seatbelt. Still seemingly unperturbed by the private plane they were in, he stretched langoriously before disappearing into the toilet to take a quick shower.

Once done, he peeked his head out to ask Zac to get him some clothes to change into.

[OOC: Dude, was thinking, maybe Zac gives him a suit hee. To make it easier for Robbie to get pimped out by his 'daddy' ^^]

[Zachary LaRousse]

It doesn’t take much to know that Zac doesn’t do well with family problems. He can’t stand the groaning, moaning and whining that usually comes along with things. Born into a life of luxury, the boy just doesn’t understand why people would be so fragile about those kinds of things. He himself experienced a tragic lost and that didn’t really break him, so why shouldn’t other people be like him.

But oddly enough, for Robbie (and JD), the boy says he’d try to understand. He doesn’t promise anything, but he says he’ll try his best to sympathize. (Just as long as they don’t let other people know he cares about them enough to do that. Or that he’s actually that soft to his homies).

Which is why even though the blonde said nothing, Zac saw right through him. His hug didn’t grow any less tighter and playfully placed his head on the taller boy’s shoulder. “Then you should go. Rub yourself in their faces and sooner or later they’d have to live with the fact that no matter how dick-ish they become, they’re not getting rid of you. Isn’t that what I did to you and JD? Look how that turned out to be,” he said with a smug grin, complete with a wink. Hopefully his advice won’t be perceived as a little too crass. “You can spend New Year’s with them too, I’d totally understand. Want to buy presents for them while we’re shopping for you then?”

“N’aww, none taken. She’s a slut and anyone who denies that is dumb.” He loves his cousins mind you, even if they disagree almost all the time. He just doesn’t see the point of sugar-coating their ‘character flaws’. Like how Minerva can’t dance to save her life. Or Olexei’s got the most horrible voice there is. “But seriously, she and Brianna (and Viktor) are still bugging me for your number. Should I give it to them?” asked the boy, Cheshire grin on his face.

Once in Robbie was in the bathroom, Zac walked over to the closet he had on board and started to look over the things he has. Hopefully Robbie hasn’t grown that big yet, since apparently he forgot to tell his house staff to grab JD-sized clothes.

“Like I haven’t seen that one before,” laughed Zac when he saw Robbie peeking out of the shower, “Heck even JD’s seen that and he didn’t flip.” The mimic himself was in his boxers as he’s in the middle of choosing what to wear. He couldn’t let Robbie be the only trendy guy right? “So, this or this? And yes you have to wear the scarf since I’m wearing one too.” He also grabbed a prescription-less pair of glasses and threw them at Robbie. “Wear this. You’d look innocent enough for cougars to pick you up.”

Just then, his pilot announced that they’d be landing in a short while and that they’d best be buckling themselves up. “You heard the man.”

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Please feel free to do a timeskip to like, that they've shopped for a while, if need be. :B. FEEL FREE TO GM LOVELY NU. :B. (Since I'm not sure if it's good enough. my post is)
- Jam

[Robbie Wilkes]

At times, Robbie did want to believe that he had a perfect family, if not just for his siblings. His parents can stick their fingers in live wire for all he cared but he loved his siblings more than anything. He wanted to love his parents and for the most part he did. They raised him up well. And up until Hammel discovered him, he knew they loved him too.

He didn't know what the hell happened.

The hug Zac gave was truly comforting, reminding Robbie of why he had stayed friends with the mimic despite people's aversion towards him. Zac was capable of moments like these even more than most other people Robbie knew. He chuckled when Zac reminded Robbie of his resilience. Rubbing his face when Zac gave him permission to stay on, Robbie shook his head. "I want to spend New Year's eve away from them. I want to bring my siblings along but..." he shook his head again.

"Uh...yeah. I'll get them something on my own. If you don't mind." Robbie looked imploringly at Zac. Like a switch, Robbie plastered a smirk on his face when Zac started talking about his cousins again. "Briana's fourteen, Zac. Don't be disgusting." He chuckled, punching the boy's arm playfully.

Waiting for his towel, Robbie stuck his tongue out at Zac. "Hush. Let me have my dignity while Jack is around." He turned to the suits Zac was presenting to him and sighed. He hated tapered pants. And scarves. But Zac was helping him. He should just go with it. "Pinstripe." He caught the glasses easily and slipped them over his wet face. He looked into the mirror and grinned.

With the suit in hand, Robbie changed quickly before coming out and presenting himself to Zac, even doing a few ridiculous poses before sitting down. "Yes the man was heard." Robbie buckled up.

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The amount of shopping bags he had in hand was ridiculous but he had gotten every important person in his life a present. Except Dani. He didn't know if he should in the first place. In the craziness of getting things for everyone, Robbie forgot that he was upset. A bit of the stupid Robbie shone through. He even entertained Zac's request to do a bit of clothes shopping as well.

"I'm hungry." Robbie announced as they left the shopping mall. He still had his bushy-tailed excitement of being in New York. That probably never wore off. "Can we eat?"

[Zachary LaRousse]

Robbie’s little dilemma about his siblings, his parents and where to spend the holidays was met with a hearty chuckle and a good shake of the head from Zac. Not that he trivializes his best friend’s struggles no. It’s just that to him, the solution’s rather simple. “Get them out of the house then. Spend the New Year’s somewhere else,” said the heir with a shrug. Easy for the boy to say, his life devoid of any major family drama. “I mean, if that’s what you want. I’m pretty sure your siblings would be ok of leaving your parents for a while to have an adventure with you. They’ve been with your parents for the whole year; a change of scenery would be nice, trust me.”

“If you need me, just call. I can send someone to fetch you from your house and take you practically anywhere.” One of the perks of being the heir’s best friend, I suppose. “I can have the Miami beach house cleaned for you. The beach is nice this time of year.” Sad Zac’s family had to spend New Year’s somewhere else, mostly because Jazz’s family is hosting it this year. “Or if you want, you can spend it with us. Dad loves you and JD, very much so. And if he sees your little siblings, boy they’d be spoiled to death.” Heaven knows the first thing his father will ask Zac for once he’s of age and is married would be grandkids. Lots and lots of them.

Since this was Robbie’s day (or weekend, since it’ll continue ‘till tomorrow), the mimic simply nodded in agreement. “Whatever you say boss,” grinned Zac, even giving Robbie a salute. “That’s what we keep telling Brianna, but no, she insists that when you’re both in your thirties, age will just be a number. And besides, how old were you when you lost your virginity?” A rhetorical question most probably, judging by the grin the mimic has on his face. Not that he’ll stop Robbie from answering though. “I’m not opposed to having you as a brother-in-law mind you. Just give me a heads up if one of my cousin’s finally succeeded, ok?”

“Nice choice,” grinned Zac, throwing the ensemble and a white towel at Robbie. “And don’t worry, I told Jack that you’re a grower, not a shower. He’d understand. Now hurry up, we’ll be landing in a bit.” Zac slipped on his clothes as well, giving Robbie a light punch on the arm when he ‘mocked’ him.

-xxx-

This is one of the few moments when Zac’s willingly walking after someone while shopping, even carrying more bags than his companion. (Though Jack and Horace were carrying the bulk of their purchases). He let Robbie lead the way, simply suggesting a few shops they could check out for a particular need.

“Oh for sure. I’m a bit hungry too.” It’s the fourth (or fifth?) mall already anyway. And it’s getting late. They still have lots of time to shop later. “Where’d you want to eat? We can do it food cart style—” pointing to a nearby hotdog/sub cart “—restaurant one—” Zac could see some not far away “—Or we can have it in the penthouse. It’s not far from here, right Jack?”

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EEEH. CRAPPEH CRAPPEH CRAPPEH. Sorry Nu. >.<
- Jam

[Robbie Wilkes]

"Yeah...Sergeant Wilkes would just love his prodigal son kidnapping the younger Wilkes." Robbie rolled his eyes at Zac's suggestion. He wasn't belittling Zac's suggestion, of course. It just didn't sound practical.

Robbie leaned back against the plush chair he was in and sighed softly when Zac offered to lend him his staff. "Thanks, Zac. Really. I couldn't ask more of you. You've already done so much for me." He ran his fingers through his hair, worrying it a little in a bashful manner very uncharacteristic of him but that was just the way he was when people offer to help him.

It did sound nice. He hadn't had any time - or money - to pamper his younger siblings and he wanted to so badly. It had been half a year since he last saw them. He missed them dearly.

Snorting at Zac's rhetorical question, he reached over and punched the other teen on the shoulder, not holding back at all. "Shut up jackass." He simply responded.

---

Even before Zac managed to finish his sentence, Robbie had already crossed the street to the hotdog cart and ordering four dogs with the works, extra sauerkraut. "Oh my God I am about to eat authentic New York dogs. Just like on TV! Hey, don't skimp on the mustard dude. Thanks." Robbie warned the vendor before grinning widely as the man squirted even more mustard on the hotdog.

Robbie turned to Zac with bright big eyes when it was time to pay. "Thanks Zac." He elongated the syllables in both words, grinning in a cutesy manner before planting two obnoxiously sloppy kisses on the heir's cheeks. "Let's go find a bench and ogle at babes like they always do in the movies." Robbie pulled Zac away from the cart to find a bench in the nearby park.

As he messily devoured the hotdogs he (Zac) had purchased, Robbie happily looked all around him, entranced by the scenery. "Thanks Zac. I...I needed this." He turned to Zac, completely unaware of the mess he had made all over his face.

[OOC: NONSENSE]

[Zachary LaRousse]

Since when did Robbie learn how to move so fast? Zac could only laugh and scratch his head in a mix of confusion and delight when he saw what the blonde’s answer was to his question. He turned to Jack and Horace to ask if they could carry the bags he had with him and put them in the car. They’re getting heavy after all and exploring the rest of the busy city with four-five bags is so not fun. (Not that they could say no, but his mom have always told him to treat household help properly. And they did whine and laugh for a few seconds, so it’s all good).

After giving their two guards instructions to take a break and eat lunch for a bit (he’d just call them if Robbie’s done), he walked over to the vendor, asked for extra pickles on his and promptly paid for their meal, add in a few bucks as a tip. “No proble-EWWW Robbie!” laughed the teen, wiping his cheeks and looking at the surprised vendor. “Dude, don’t do that again. People might think we’re together and get jealous,” he teased, grabbing the hotdogs and placing them all in Robbie’s hands, “You carry them, you pig of a kid you.”

Despite being the Central Park a thousand times before, Zac could honestly say that this was probably the first time he actually felt like being in the movies. Probably because this was the first time he had a loud blonde totally enjoying everything. He just doesn’t run out of juice, doesn’t he?

“Need what? A mess on your face?” chuckled the heir, taking a napkin from his pocket and wiping the stuff off Robbie’s face, not looking all too different from a mother and her kid. Once the mess is gone though, he gave Robbie a knowing smile, telling him he understands what the boy’s saying even without him actually wording it out for him.

Or at least he’d like to believe he does.

“No problem bro. We can go out like this again next week if you like. Though we might have to invite JD along; he might get jealous,” he said before taking another bite off his hotdog. “What is up with you army brats anyway, always having all these problems? Did you talk about this or something?” Hopefully the joke wasn’t too crude.

“You do know that you can tell me anything right? Anything at all. Though unlike others, I’ll judge. Tell you you’re such a slut for doing whatever it is you did.”