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Picture by me. Found in my old and fairly separated DA page http://amesho.deviantart.com/art/Ta.....-Dip-165652840
Characters belong to their respective owners. FBA belongs to buckhopper
Thanks to qovapryi and FFRedXIII for the help and input.
(("quote")) = French language comment
So much can happen in so little time...
====================================================
November 25th
“Last 5 seconds, and it looks like Julian’s dealing that last free throw!”
All the guests in the Montreal home were on edge on the saluki’s free throws, namely the jet-black saluki, Jean-Paul Kiraly. The game was a tight one from beginning to end, and with Julian making that free throw and getting it to 101-97, the Kahunas had enough lead. When the buzzer rang off giving victory to the Kahunas, the house pretty much exploded in cheers. But nothing to prepare them for what came after.
“Seems the player of the game is… you guessed it, Mr. Cross-Kiraly, with 21 points, 3 assist-”
And THEN the guests went wild. Jean-Paul saw his nephew win a game, on his birthday and get the title of the best player of the night. On the celebrations, he saw his daughter, a copper-colored 5-year-old puppy, cheering quite louder than the rest.
((“You see? Julian won! His team won!”)) He told her.
((“I’m happy Uncle Julie’s happy! Because… he’s playing and… he’s good!”)) She replied and continued cheering on the TV whenever the saluki was featured.
The dog couldn’t be any happier. He got calls from his uncle, who watched the whole ordeal and got showered by champagne by his friends of Karmic on the way after the game. Once he was fit and changed, the entire team went on, dined and partied like it was the last day they had. It was already deep in the night, the guys retiring, but the saluki deciding to hang out in the club some more.
“Huh... Seems Scoonie’s prediction was a bit of a miss, great time but not ye-”
His thoughts were cut short by the sight of an Arctic Vixen winking at him. Shapely, dressed to impress, and definitely perky from what he could tell.
“Well I’ll be damned...” Julian thought as he approached the grey furred canine. “Bonsoir mademoiselle…”
“Bonsoir à vous…” she winked.
His pickup was suddenly countered “Parlez vous français, ma cherie?”
“Oui. Je suis Parisienne”
While he lost the exotics of his first language, they bonded pretty well for the night, the pair laughing and reminiscing the game that unfolded that night. “Just gimme a little minute… Then we can go to your apartment to get more… comfortable. And maybe look at all your art collection” she walked away for a while.
“Well, well, well… seems Diane and I are going to have a nice nightcap- wait… did I say apartment? MERDE!” he muttered to himself, getting the phone out and texting Scoonie. Saying it was hurriedly was a gross understatement.
*SCOONIEGETOUTOFTHEAPARTMENTNOWPRONTOGOTTWOEXCHANGESTUDETSONMYWAYCAN'TTALKTHEYREHOTGOGOGOGOI'LLREPAYYOULATERITOLDYOUSOFUCKYEAHBIRTHDAYSEX*
*Get out of my apartment? XD*
*Are you a parrot? YES! you know thecelebration u told me toget?*
Luckily for him, he complied. *Oh that! XD As long as you get your own rubbers, all fine with me. I’ll check in on a hotel for the night :)*
And as time went by on “Julian’s” apartment, the night became fun, and intimate, for the pair…
For the three, once Rita, Diane’s friend, came along to pick her up…
=============================================
November 30th
((Good thing kid was always kind of a scatterer…Wish he wasn’t a bigfoot, though)) said Jean-Paul Kiraly, holding a pretty worn pair of sneakers that used to belong to Julian. The canine quickly noted he didn’t have any sports footwear, and finally found a leftover pair from his nephew that weren’t comically oversized on him.
The saluki got up earlier that morning earlier than usual. It was pretty cold outside, but the day was nice and the skies were only so cloudy. His New Years’ resolution was to get more exercise, so why not start early? Not long passed until he was decked on a hoodie and sweatpants. Jean-Paul couldn’t help but to feel absolutely alien at first. No suits or ties? Insane for the otherwise always regal and sharp-looking canine.
((“I don’t even recognize myself… Two laps around Bellevue and that’s good”)) he couldn’t help but laugh at himself as he got out and started to walk towards a nearby park in the city. The walk wasn’t with its issues, from constantly retying shoelaces to constantly stopping for air whenever he attempted to sprint, it was all but seamless. If Julian could see him, he’d be struggling to not laugh. His debonair, highbrow, consulate-worker uncle reduced to a sweaty mess on a few steps. But all in all, it did feel worthwhile. The area was beautiful and it was a very nice experience. By the time he got home, his knees and footpaws were protesting quite strongly and rushed to the kitchen for water, like he didn’t have any for two days.
((“How in the world people enjoy this? It’s way better to relax with a cold red Chardonnay, damnit… But a resolution is a resolution. This is good for you…For your future”)) he panted incessantly, looking he had another while until he needed to head to work. ((Wonder how does Zuum goggles cost? Julian says this Buckner athlete recommended them…))
Last night with Karmic on Hawaii and possibly the very last on a while he’d see the fellas. They surely made it count: Multiple photos with fans of both the Kahunas and the mod world, club-hopping and owning the city on this last night of just pure fun. Julian accompanied the gang to the hotel they were to bid their goodbyes for now. While he left Narcy’s room and went ahead to Denis’ he was standing on the frame of his door, a small, wooden box in hand.
((It was an amazing trip, pup)) said the cheetah. ((Absolute honor to see you here. You have a big career in your future…))
((Boss, I-))
((Denis. Forget the formality pup. Fuck it, you’re en route of becoming a famous athlete, I should be the one with the formalities. Mr. Cross-Kiraly))
He chuckled. ((Well, Denis… I owe you and Karmic a lot and you know it. Maybe without you I wouldn’t even be here…)) Julian then saw the box on the feline’s hand. And that prompted a double take from Denis as well. ((Oh right. Here’s your request…)) he handed it to the saluki, who thanked him, his expression changing ever so slightly.
((You ok?))
“Oh absolutement.” he smiled warmly, moving towards the cat to hug him. ((“Thanks for everything Denis.”))
((“For you, it is nothing for me. Take care Julian. The world is yours”))
===================================================
December 2nd
The two players were out on a relatively small bar in Winnipeg, the smaller saluki putting money on the counter as the two lager glasses were being filled by a middle-aged weasel. Kevin did pick a nice corner. Good brands on tap, at least better than average compared to the US, a nice looking place that was great to chat. “C’mon man, you did very well and won fair and square” said the saluki to the pangolin.
Kevin shook his head a bit, accepting the beer from Julian. "Only four rebounds, two assists, and a few measly points in eleven minutes of playtime. And I lost the ball twice. I'm better that than. You had a much better game with not much more playtime."
"You did five points on a 110-107 game; without your effort, you'd be the one getting the 'fric' out and paying" he laughed, rubbing his fingers in the pretty universal “cash” gesture.
The pangolin nodded. "You've got me there, Jules." He smiled a bit, raising his glass. "Doesn't mean I can't wish I had done better."
"And you know what? I agree, you could've done better..." he took a sip of the dark liquid, the canine in the mood for dark ale in the midst of the infamous Canadian winter occurring right now. "...But at least you know your flaws and are not like certain rookies who think they're the second coming of Healy Davis without doing shit... Namely rookies from Santa Fe..."
"Ah, yes, a certain polar bear who can't help but flaunt his money at every chance..." The pangolin's speech trailed off as his phone buzzed on the table. He instinctively grabbed it and tapped on the new twitter notification. "Well, speak of the devil."
"What now?"
"Sorry, that's probably a saying you haven't heard before." The pangolin passed his rather large phone over to the saluki. "Speak of the devil and he shall appear. And, well, we WERE just talking about him."
Julian scoffed a bit. "I know THAT one. I mean as in what happened?" He checked the phone, and there it was: Trent offering Kevin things. Must've been that congratulatory tweet from a while ago.
Kevin accepted his phone back, beginning to tap out a response to the polar bear. "My phone can get wonky, takes a while to get tweets sometimes. We must have been in a no service pocket for a bit, that screws it up." The pangolin grinned. "Though, the timing couldn't have been more perfect."
He then saw Kevin typing to reply to the polar bear. "He's such a baby. Someone wins over me and he sucks thei-" Julian then grinned as suddenly as he cut that sentence. "Dude. Free shit! Take it!"
Kevin shook his head, both at Julian and Trent's reply. "I'd rather not have anything his money paid for if I can help it."
“He’s not proven to be a drug lord so far, so his money should be ok.” As soon as Kevin sent the tweet turning the offer down, Trent kept insisting. "You know... You will make him very happy if you let him buy something. And I know you like making people happy" he nudged the pangolin with his elbow. "Man, I didn't know I could solve people's X-mas presents this easy"
Kevin sighed, tapping out a reply one again. "No matter what I say, I can't exactly stop him if he is truly set on buying me something."
"There. Secret Santa from you to me solved" The comment prompting a chuckle from Kevin.
"Honestly, if you want whatever he decides to send me, you can have it. Otherwise…" Kevin said, taking a long drink from his beer, "…I'll be finding a charity or something I can donate it to."
"That's the spirit! But maybe next year you'll learn to take advantage of the situations and/or dumb furs." He noticed that with the fun of the conversation, they pretty much emptied their glasses in no time. "I'll get us a refill" said Julian, and the while was spent nicely until it was deep in the evening.
===============================================
December 8th
“Oh Dieu…” the dog muttered and muttered, laid down on a chair, shirtless, in the Ka Uhi parlor, Scoonie looking pretty amused.
“C’mon Jay! Aren’t you pretty seasoned already on this?” the big otter snickered.
“Piercings are different! Nipples aren’t the same as brows or lip!” he retorted. “Next you’ll say dick piercings feels the same as an earlobe…” Both Scoville Bell, the piercer, and Scoonie laughing heartily.
“All set, star. Ready?”
“Don’t’ count. You’ll ruin it.”Julian closed his eyes and let the air out of his lungs, contrary to holding his breath, as he felt his body was less tense this way. A silent while later, the needle came in… and Julian took a deep breath in.
“Maaaaann!” was the first thing that came out of the otter’s mouth. “How you holding up there?”
“Parfaitment…” he said, as he was wiped from blood droplets running by his side.
“It does look great. I do admit Zack and Alfie got me excited a couple of times on this…”
“All of Karmic has them. I have been weighing pros and cons over months by now. ”
Lila Darliss, a fellow tattoo artist of Ka Uhi commented before anyone else could. “Wait. Karmic? THE Karmic Kreations that just came here some days ago?”
Vinnie Lombardo followed, replying to her “Yes, Lily. Don’t you recall they said Julian worked with them?”
“Must’ve missed it. Shit, I had Denis fucking Lagrave in front of me. Guy’s a Canadian, no. A world icon! I was too busy wanting to die from the excitement or looking at his inked eyes or… or…”
“Or squealing. Tons and tons and fucktons of squealing…” Scoville snarked, getting the second ring ready. “Alright, sir. Just one more pinch…” Julian flinched a bit and got prepared again.
“Damn… the one in is starting to hurt more and more…”
“You should’ve expected it, Jay! It does look sick…”
=====================================================
December 10th
5:00 AM. Honolulu
Even though it was so deep in the night it was pretty much morning. Julian could hardly sleep. While many players took this break for family or leisure, the saluki decided to take it exploring his new hometown and setting up his new house. At this point he knew the locations of great clubs, amazing places to eat and even beautiful, secluded beaches. With his mind set on the latter, night very soon to let in the sun of a new day, he got on his new motorcycle and set his way; pretty light on stuff: Water bottle, cellphone, keys… and a small wooden box.
10:00 AM. Montreal
This day was certainly a light one, with Celine recently in winter vacations and the recent afternoon shift he took in the Consulate, it was really starting to feel like Christmas season was on its way again. But Jean-Paul had another thought in mind. The house was nicely decorated; the newly installed Christmas ornaments in synch with the house’s typical french decor… safe for a little corner, sunflowers in vases set in the floor. God knows he went to hell and back to get them in the dead winter... With a hefty sigh, the black canine walked towards that said corner.
It was fairly windy on that beach, and good to know the solitude claim was certain, as there was no other fur to be seen around. The time was spent looking at the ocean, playing with the sand between his toes and looking around at the environment. With the skies turning clearer by the minute, Julian noticed a small stone on the edge of the shore, big enough for someone to stand. It was perfect. He headed to the shore, the chilly water hitting his legs and stood on said rock, looking straight to the horizon. He opened the box, getting a small photo of his aunt next to a small bag of ashes, looking at it, a smile on his face.
((“Can’t believe it’s already been a year since the goodbye, Aunt Nicki…”)) he said out loud to himself, tears now flowing freely down his face ((“…If only you could see where I am because of you…”))
The canine lit the candles next to makeshift memorial and sat in the floor right in front of it.
((“It… hasn’t been easy since, love…”)) spoke Jean-Paul, collected, yet very melancholic. ((“But you made it. You were, and still are, a trailblazer. What you set on your mind, you got it. Everyone is deeply thankful for what you did and how much you loved all. Me, Celine, the company, the tattoo guys…Julian… He’s now where you envisioned him. Even if I was skeptical at first, he proved to have a heart of gold… Just like yours. Being married to you and every second spent with you were the best of my life, and you taught me so much…”))
His attention veered slightly ((“Wherever Julian is, I know he knows what day is today, and I know he’s deeply saddened. We all are”))
((“I’m happy… Happy for what you did for me; way more than no one has ever gone before. There’s no voice, no body… But I know you’re happy for me. And thanks to you… I’m here, and I’m willing to get to the highest peak… I know I can achieve whatever I set my mind in… thanks to you…”)) His face streaming in tears, but the smile still on his face; a smile of satisfaction, liberty, accomplishment… and gratefulness. ((“You always liked exotic places…”)) With that said, he threw the ashes towards the shore, the wind on his favor, scattering them towards the sea, the sun now rising.
"Tu me manques et je te aime tellement, Tante Nicolette/Mon amour…"
Jean-Paul’s concentration broke as he left a hug from the back, startling him, his daughter startled by his reaction in return. But he kissed her cheek and embraced her shortly after.
((“Is the lady from my dreams!”)) She pointed at her mom’s picture. Panic then struck the saluki. He never thought on how he would handle this event with Celine… But in a split second, almost like he was instructed…
((“Celine… This is your mom…”))
Even if she looked confused, Jean-Paul knew this had to be discussed. Nicolette didn’t deserve to be shunned from her puppy, death or not. And the heavy talk begun. Besides some questions from her and juggling how exactly he’d say “the word”, it all went… pretty well. No sadness, no difficulty; she understood really well the concept of people “going”. There wasn’t anger, there wasn’t resentment.
((“And remember, just because she isn’t here doesn’t mean she dislikes you. She loves you, me, Julian… She loved everything... Anyway, I think it’s time to get something to eat. How about… Crêpière de Anette?”))
The puppy’s eyes lit up instantly and cheered. It was one of her favorite places, with great food and sweets. She jetted off to the room and got dressed. With a smile, the canine got his cellphone out and marked someone on speed dial.
((“Bonjour Magali. You know that day I offered to fill in for you and the one you told me you owe me? I’m calling to claim that debt, going to skip a day... It's important…”))
Characters belong to their respective owners. FBA belongs to buckhopper
Thanks to qovapryi and FFRedXIII for the help and input.
(("quote")) = French language comment
So much can happen in so little time...
====================================================
November 25th
“Last 5 seconds, and it looks like Julian’s dealing that last free throw!”
All the guests in the Montreal home were on edge on the saluki’s free throws, namely the jet-black saluki, Jean-Paul Kiraly. The game was a tight one from beginning to end, and with Julian making that free throw and getting it to 101-97, the Kahunas had enough lead. When the buzzer rang off giving victory to the Kahunas, the house pretty much exploded in cheers. But nothing to prepare them for what came after.
“Seems the player of the game is… you guessed it, Mr. Cross-Kiraly, with 21 points, 3 assist-”
And THEN the guests went wild. Jean-Paul saw his nephew win a game, on his birthday and get the title of the best player of the night. On the celebrations, he saw his daughter, a copper-colored 5-year-old puppy, cheering quite louder than the rest.
((“You see? Julian won! His team won!”)) He told her.
((“I’m happy Uncle Julie’s happy! Because… he’s playing and… he’s good!”)) She replied and continued cheering on the TV whenever the saluki was featured.
The dog couldn’t be any happier. He got calls from his uncle, who watched the whole ordeal and got showered by champagne by his friends of Karmic on the way after the game. Once he was fit and changed, the entire team went on, dined and partied like it was the last day they had. It was already deep in the night, the guys retiring, but the saluki deciding to hang out in the club some more.
“Huh... Seems Scoonie’s prediction was a bit of a miss, great time but not ye-”
His thoughts were cut short by the sight of an Arctic Vixen winking at him. Shapely, dressed to impress, and definitely perky from what he could tell.
“Well I’ll be damned...” Julian thought as he approached the grey furred canine. “Bonsoir mademoiselle…”
“Bonsoir à vous…” she winked.
His pickup was suddenly countered “Parlez vous français, ma cherie?”
“Oui. Je suis Parisienne”
While he lost the exotics of his first language, they bonded pretty well for the night, the pair laughing and reminiscing the game that unfolded that night. “Just gimme a little minute… Then we can go to your apartment to get more… comfortable. And maybe look at all your art collection” she walked away for a while.
“Well, well, well… seems Diane and I are going to have a nice nightcap- wait… did I say apartment? MERDE!” he muttered to himself, getting the phone out and texting Scoonie. Saying it was hurriedly was a gross understatement.
*SCOONIEGETOUTOFTHEAPARTMENTNOWPRONTOGOTTWOEXCHANGESTUDETSONMYWAYCAN'TTALKTHEYREHOTGOGOGOGOI'LLREPAYYOULATERITOLDYOUSOFUCKYEAHBIRTHDAYSEX*
*Get out of my apartment? XD*
*Are you a parrot? YES! you know thecelebration u told me toget?*
Luckily for him, he complied. *Oh that! XD As long as you get your own rubbers, all fine with me. I’ll check in on a hotel for the night :)*
And as time went by on “Julian’s” apartment, the night became fun, and intimate, for the pair…
For the three, once Rita, Diane’s friend, came along to pick her up…
=============================================
November 30th
((Good thing kid was always kind of a scatterer…Wish he wasn’t a bigfoot, though)) said Jean-Paul Kiraly, holding a pretty worn pair of sneakers that used to belong to Julian. The canine quickly noted he didn’t have any sports footwear, and finally found a leftover pair from his nephew that weren’t comically oversized on him.
The saluki got up earlier that morning earlier than usual. It was pretty cold outside, but the day was nice and the skies were only so cloudy. His New Years’ resolution was to get more exercise, so why not start early? Not long passed until he was decked on a hoodie and sweatpants. Jean-Paul couldn’t help but to feel absolutely alien at first. No suits or ties? Insane for the otherwise always regal and sharp-looking canine.
((“I don’t even recognize myself… Two laps around Bellevue and that’s good”)) he couldn’t help but laugh at himself as he got out and started to walk towards a nearby park in the city. The walk wasn’t with its issues, from constantly retying shoelaces to constantly stopping for air whenever he attempted to sprint, it was all but seamless. If Julian could see him, he’d be struggling to not laugh. His debonair, highbrow, consulate-worker uncle reduced to a sweaty mess on a few steps. But all in all, it did feel worthwhile. The area was beautiful and it was a very nice experience. By the time he got home, his knees and footpaws were protesting quite strongly and rushed to the kitchen for water, like he didn’t have any for two days.
((“How in the world people enjoy this? It’s way better to relax with a cold red Chardonnay, damnit… But a resolution is a resolution. This is good for you…For your future”)) he panted incessantly, looking he had another while until he needed to head to work. ((Wonder how does Zuum goggles cost? Julian says this Buckner athlete recommended them…))
Last night with Karmic on Hawaii and possibly the very last on a while he’d see the fellas. They surely made it count: Multiple photos with fans of both the Kahunas and the mod world, club-hopping and owning the city on this last night of just pure fun. Julian accompanied the gang to the hotel they were to bid their goodbyes for now. While he left Narcy’s room and went ahead to Denis’ he was standing on the frame of his door, a small, wooden box in hand.
((It was an amazing trip, pup)) said the cheetah. ((Absolute honor to see you here. You have a big career in your future…))
((Boss, I-))
((Denis. Forget the formality pup. Fuck it, you’re en route of becoming a famous athlete, I should be the one with the formalities. Mr. Cross-Kiraly))
He chuckled. ((Well, Denis… I owe you and Karmic a lot and you know it. Maybe without you I wouldn’t even be here…)) Julian then saw the box on the feline’s hand. And that prompted a double take from Denis as well. ((Oh right. Here’s your request…)) he handed it to the saluki, who thanked him, his expression changing ever so slightly.
((You ok?))
“Oh absolutement.” he smiled warmly, moving towards the cat to hug him. ((“Thanks for everything Denis.”))
((“For you, it is nothing for me. Take care Julian. The world is yours”))
===================================================
December 2nd
The two players were out on a relatively small bar in Winnipeg, the smaller saluki putting money on the counter as the two lager glasses were being filled by a middle-aged weasel. Kevin did pick a nice corner. Good brands on tap, at least better than average compared to the US, a nice looking place that was great to chat. “C’mon man, you did very well and won fair and square” said the saluki to the pangolin.
Kevin shook his head a bit, accepting the beer from Julian. "Only four rebounds, two assists, and a few measly points in eleven minutes of playtime. And I lost the ball twice. I'm better that than. You had a much better game with not much more playtime."
"You did five points on a 110-107 game; without your effort, you'd be the one getting the 'fric' out and paying" he laughed, rubbing his fingers in the pretty universal “cash” gesture.
The pangolin nodded. "You've got me there, Jules." He smiled a bit, raising his glass. "Doesn't mean I can't wish I had done better."
"And you know what? I agree, you could've done better..." he took a sip of the dark liquid, the canine in the mood for dark ale in the midst of the infamous Canadian winter occurring right now. "...But at least you know your flaws and are not like certain rookies who think they're the second coming of Healy Davis without doing shit... Namely rookies from Santa Fe..."
"Ah, yes, a certain polar bear who can't help but flaunt his money at every chance..." The pangolin's speech trailed off as his phone buzzed on the table. He instinctively grabbed it and tapped on the new twitter notification. "Well, speak of the devil."
"What now?"
"Sorry, that's probably a saying you haven't heard before." The pangolin passed his rather large phone over to the saluki. "Speak of the devil and he shall appear. And, well, we WERE just talking about him."
Julian scoffed a bit. "I know THAT one. I mean as in what happened?" He checked the phone, and there it was: Trent offering Kevin things. Must've been that congratulatory tweet from a while ago.
Kevin accepted his phone back, beginning to tap out a response to the polar bear. "My phone can get wonky, takes a while to get tweets sometimes. We must have been in a no service pocket for a bit, that screws it up." The pangolin grinned. "Though, the timing couldn't have been more perfect."
He then saw Kevin typing to reply to the polar bear. "He's such a baby. Someone wins over me and he sucks thei-" Julian then grinned as suddenly as he cut that sentence. "Dude. Free shit! Take it!"
Kevin shook his head, both at Julian and Trent's reply. "I'd rather not have anything his money paid for if I can help it."
“He’s not proven to be a drug lord so far, so his money should be ok.” As soon as Kevin sent the tweet turning the offer down, Trent kept insisting. "You know... You will make him very happy if you let him buy something. And I know you like making people happy" he nudged the pangolin with his elbow. "Man, I didn't know I could solve people's X-mas presents this easy"
Kevin sighed, tapping out a reply one again. "No matter what I say, I can't exactly stop him if he is truly set on buying me something."
"There. Secret Santa from you to me solved" The comment prompting a chuckle from Kevin.
"Honestly, if you want whatever he decides to send me, you can have it. Otherwise…" Kevin said, taking a long drink from his beer, "…I'll be finding a charity or something I can donate it to."
"That's the spirit! But maybe next year you'll learn to take advantage of the situations and/or dumb furs." He noticed that with the fun of the conversation, they pretty much emptied their glasses in no time. "I'll get us a refill" said Julian, and the while was spent nicely until it was deep in the evening.
===============================================
December 8th
“Oh Dieu…” the dog muttered and muttered, laid down on a chair, shirtless, in the Ka Uhi parlor, Scoonie looking pretty amused.
“C’mon Jay! Aren’t you pretty seasoned already on this?” the big otter snickered.
“Piercings are different! Nipples aren’t the same as brows or lip!” he retorted. “Next you’ll say dick piercings feels the same as an earlobe…” Both Scoville Bell, the piercer, and Scoonie laughing heartily.
“All set, star. Ready?”
“Don’t’ count. You’ll ruin it.”Julian closed his eyes and let the air out of his lungs, contrary to holding his breath, as he felt his body was less tense this way. A silent while later, the needle came in… and Julian took a deep breath in.
“Maaaaann!” was the first thing that came out of the otter’s mouth. “How you holding up there?”
“Parfaitment…” he said, as he was wiped from blood droplets running by his side.
“It does look great. I do admit Zack and Alfie got me excited a couple of times on this…”
“All of Karmic has them. I have been weighing pros and cons over months by now. ”
Lila Darliss, a fellow tattoo artist of Ka Uhi commented before anyone else could. “Wait. Karmic? THE Karmic Kreations that just came here some days ago?”
Vinnie Lombardo followed, replying to her “Yes, Lily. Don’t you recall they said Julian worked with them?”
“Must’ve missed it. Shit, I had Denis fucking Lagrave in front of me. Guy’s a Canadian, no. A world icon! I was too busy wanting to die from the excitement or looking at his inked eyes or… or…”
“Or squealing. Tons and tons and fucktons of squealing…” Scoville snarked, getting the second ring ready. “Alright, sir. Just one more pinch…” Julian flinched a bit and got prepared again.
“Damn… the one in is starting to hurt more and more…”
“You should’ve expected it, Jay! It does look sick…”
=====================================================
December 10th
5:00 AM. Honolulu
Even though it was so deep in the night it was pretty much morning. Julian could hardly sleep. While many players took this break for family or leisure, the saluki decided to take it exploring his new hometown and setting up his new house. At this point he knew the locations of great clubs, amazing places to eat and even beautiful, secluded beaches. With his mind set on the latter, night very soon to let in the sun of a new day, he got on his new motorcycle and set his way; pretty light on stuff: Water bottle, cellphone, keys… and a small wooden box.
10:00 AM. Montreal
This day was certainly a light one, with Celine recently in winter vacations and the recent afternoon shift he took in the Consulate, it was really starting to feel like Christmas season was on its way again. But Jean-Paul had another thought in mind. The house was nicely decorated; the newly installed Christmas ornaments in synch with the house’s typical french decor… safe for a little corner, sunflowers in vases set in the floor. God knows he went to hell and back to get them in the dead winter... With a hefty sigh, the black canine walked towards that said corner.
It was fairly windy on that beach, and good to know the solitude claim was certain, as there was no other fur to be seen around. The time was spent looking at the ocean, playing with the sand between his toes and looking around at the environment. With the skies turning clearer by the minute, Julian noticed a small stone on the edge of the shore, big enough for someone to stand. It was perfect. He headed to the shore, the chilly water hitting his legs and stood on said rock, looking straight to the horizon. He opened the box, getting a small photo of his aunt next to a small bag of ashes, looking at it, a smile on his face.
((“Can’t believe it’s already been a year since the goodbye, Aunt Nicki…”)) he said out loud to himself, tears now flowing freely down his face ((“…If only you could see where I am because of you…”))
The canine lit the candles next to makeshift memorial and sat in the floor right in front of it.
((“It… hasn’t been easy since, love…”)) spoke Jean-Paul, collected, yet very melancholic. ((“But you made it. You were, and still are, a trailblazer. What you set on your mind, you got it. Everyone is deeply thankful for what you did and how much you loved all. Me, Celine, the company, the tattoo guys…Julian… He’s now where you envisioned him. Even if I was skeptical at first, he proved to have a heart of gold… Just like yours. Being married to you and every second spent with you were the best of my life, and you taught me so much…”))
His attention veered slightly ((“Wherever Julian is, I know he knows what day is today, and I know he’s deeply saddened. We all are”))
((“I’m happy… Happy for what you did for me; way more than no one has ever gone before. There’s no voice, no body… But I know you’re happy for me. And thanks to you… I’m here, and I’m willing to get to the highest peak… I know I can achieve whatever I set my mind in… thanks to you…”)) His face streaming in tears, but the smile still on his face; a smile of satisfaction, liberty, accomplishment… and gratefulness. ((“You always liked exotic places…”)) With that said, he threw the ashes towards the shore, the wind on his favor, scattering them towards the sea, the sun now rising.
"Tu me manques et je te aime tellement, Tante Nicolette/Mon amour…"
Jean-Paul’s concentration broke as he left a hug from the back, startling him, his daughter startled by his reaction in return. But he kissed her cheek and embraced her shortly after.
((“Is the lady from my dreams!”)) She pointed at her mom’s picture. Panic then struck the saluki. He never thought on how he would handle this event with Celine… But in a split second, almost like he was instructed…
((“Celine… This is your mom…”))
Even if she looked confused, Jean-Paul knew this had to be discussed. Nicolette didn’t deserve to be shunned from her puppy, death or not. And the heavy talk begun. Besides some questions from her and juggling how exactly he’d say “the word”, it all went… pretty well. No sadness, no difficulty; she understood really well the concept of people “going”. There wasn’t anger, there wasn’t resentment.
((“And remember, just because she isn’t here doesn’t mean she dislikes you. She loves you, me, Julian… She loved everything... Anyway, I think it’s time to get something to eat. How about… Crêpière de Anette?”))
The puppy’s eyes lit up instantly and cheered. It was one of her favorite places, with great food and sweets. She jetted off to the room and got dressed. With a smile, the canine got his cellphone out and marked someone on speed dial.
((“Bonjour Magali. You know that day I offered to fill in for you and the one you told me you owe me? I’m calling to claim that debt, going to skip a day... It's important…”))
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