homeless, but with a place in mind.

[sully]

Now just listen here for one damn minute, kid. I know you're all raring to go and you want to jump in feet first, but just-- slow down, will you? You're as bad as Nate. Here I am, as close as I'm ever going to get to retired, and you're wanting me to go play babysitter. On a giant turtle.

Hey, don't give me that look. I'm just saying.

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[storm_warning]

Hey, not all of us need babysitting, grandpa.

[sully]

Whoa now, slow down a second. Who says I was including you in that group, Miss...?

[Hey, she's legal. If there's one wagon he'll never fall off, it's his ability to be a charming rogue when he needs to be. Still, his tone stays perfectly respectful and it's not like he's out to invade her personal space. He does lean against [SOME AMORPHOUS DEAR-MUN TYPE LEANING SURFACE] with a cigar, though.]

[storm_warning]

Munroe. [Her arms are crossed loosely over her chest.] Ororo Munroe. [Yes, she did that on purpose. SHAKEN, NOT STIRRED. Blame television.] I'm one of the turtlebound, so it's your turn to explain how that doesn't include me.

[deloro]

Oh come on, Sully, I'm not that bad! Really.

[Old fart! Is Nate ever glad to see you around here.]

[sully]

Really.

[Total Sully deadpan, Nate. And he's just going to give you the most judgeyingest look ever. Yes that's totally a word. Shh.]

[deloro]

Hey, at least we're not dead?

[If you start waving a cane and yelling about kids on your lawn, he's gonna laaaaugh.]

[sully]

[a bit of a chuckle.]

And thank God for small favours, eh?

[assworthsaving]

[Because that sure wasn't him you were talking about. Nope.]

Play babysitter to who, exactly? If I recall correctly it's you who usually needs to be looked after and rescued, princess.

[sully]

Whatdya call the last twenty years, Nate?

[Punk. Sully's smiling just the tiniest bit, though.]

And if I'm a princess, what the hell do you think that makes you?

[actually he has no idea. his only experiences with royalty involved the Spanish infanta and whoo boy that was a doozy.]

[assworthsaving]

Experience?

[That's what he's speaking from. Okay, so maybe deliberately negating all the times Sully bailed his ass out of jail. It's not the same as being Sullynapped!]

Well. [He shrugs.] If I'm constantly rescuing you then I guess that makes me your knight in shining armor.

[sully]

[Sully just gives him that patently old suffering look of a Fond Parental Figure Pretending he's Less Than Fond.]

You know, some times I think I liked you better when you were this tall.

[He swipes a hand off at about mid-chest.]

[assworthsaving]

[He smiles at that, briefly remembering the good times despite the difficulty early on.]

Uh-huh. Only because it got you more dates.

[sully]

C'est la vie, huh kid?

[Have an affectionate shoulder-bump, Nate.]

[youhavebeenflynned]

Yeah, what in the world is your mun thinking, dragging your old and slow ass around hm?

You're too old to be a baby sitter anyway, you're more like grandpa. [Smirks]

[sully]

Has nobody taught you manners yet, kid?

[YEAH HE MAD. Or at least arm-foldy. Which... amounts to the same thing with Sully, let's be real.]

[youhavebeenflynned]

Got more manners than you do old man.

[sully]

The way I see it, you live as long as I have, you earn the right to be a surly old bastard too.

[except. not really a possibility in Flynn's case, and man oh boy Sully isn't broken up about it in the least.]

[youhavebeenflynned]

[His smile falters a bit]

Well, maybe I ought to be happy that won't happen to me then. I'm far too handsome to aggressively whip my can in the air at young ones.

[sully]

Hit a sore spot, did I?

[He ignores that cane comment, because lbr Sully's sort of a dick when he's around people who screw with his boy.]

[tearsinnajar]

But who babysits the babysitter?

[sully]

That would be the lovely Elena Fisher, of course.

[And oh, she gets a courtly bow and a kissed hand because reasons.]

[tearsinnajar]

You admit it and you lay on the flattery? You're winning some points today.

[sully]

Can you blame a guy for knowing when he's beat?

[Bit of a grin.]

[tearsinnajar]

I knew I liked you, Sully.

[sully]

It wasn't just my dashing good looks and roguish charm? Hmn, well, looks like I've got some self-improvement to do.

[And by self-improvement he probably means another cigar and a nice cold beer.]

So. Turtles, huh.