Rolled 9 + 5 (1d10 + 5)
>>5991259>>5991720>Prep, DANCE BATTLE!!! Breakin' Style, Rolling 1d10+5HardThe warm air from the sun pressed against his wet, burning muscles, slowly drying him off from the hours spent swimming and soaking. For as special and grandiose as the indoor swimming pool he had was, there was something that couldn't be beat about the real deal. He let his hand drift to his side, grasping around for something to drink.
If he'd grabbed the can of Pixie, he might be reminded of the talk he had with Rico and the Crumbs. The all-seeing eye of an orange sunset had begun to latch onto the western hills and swamps when Napps found them at the park. Rick and Rats sat on the lip of the pit, watching Yona try to give Lisa tips on handling a skateboard. He'd been using blades the last time Napps had seen them - a different kind of beast compared to the skates he was used to - so it hurt to see, but wasn't surprising, for Lisa to fall back, board slipping out from under him and rolling away. Right to Napps' feet at the bottom of the pit.
It wasn't hard to get answers - they'd gotten into a block party, one that ended up getting rowdy with gangsters and drunken deadbeat dads, and ended with a few black eyes and stolen wallets. General consensus was that it was Rico who got them involved in the fighting when they should've been running. He should've expected that, for as much of a job he did trying to keep the kids from going dark, Papi would've only been able to do so much on his own. And Rico was A) their leader, and B) always getting the others wrapped in their impulses. He'd given them a brief word of warning - Papi was the advice guy, Napps was the "he's right," guy, who (tried to) lead by example, but he tried. Rico told the others to grab their stuff, head home, and then spoke to Napps beneath his voice.
"I saw you, y'know? On the televiz, fighting cops. Me and Rats - the other two were sleeping, but we saw you in there. You're too tough to get kidnapped, you're too fucking smart to get conned - what the fuck is up? And if you're gonna tell me to go straight-and-narrow, why the fuck should I listen?" The two of them were quiet for a bit, standing there in the dying light, unmoving. The creeping heat of frustration sat under Napps' pits and eyes, watching Rico's amber dots glare in frustration - asking at once, "Give me a reason to listen," and "Please, help me understand why."
Then the slow rhythm of beats sounded to their side, and the first signs of Heat City Nightlife began to yawn with the thud of a nearby club.
"…dance off."
What? WHAT??? NO-what wait Napps What??????
