(Before practice sounds fine, do you want Henry to find her at work or on the rink?)
Apaixonar: The act of falling in love.//OxO//Romance//CLOSED
((Work would work best. Want to start, or should I?))
(I can)
Henry decided to leave his house early and meet Babe at her work. If she didn't have the car again, he could offer a ride. His excuse was wanting to talk about the school project, along with whatever kind of test would come. And, of course, seeing Babe again.
Babe was grinning, nodding her head along with the rock music playing over head as she tidied up the records. Tune In, in her short time working here, had already become a third home, her second being the rink, of course. She was in the store's uniform, black jeans and the black polo shirt with the logo, haphazardly tucked into said jeans.
Henry pushed through the doors and walked over to the counter by Babe. "How's it going?" He called over the music as he glanced around at the colors and took in the atmosphere of the store.
Babe looked up, grin widening at the sight of Henry. "Hey! It's goin' alright, you?" The store wasn't too full right now, only a couple of people in it, most of whom looked like they could and would steal your wallet. It was a regular record store, light warm and bright by quite a few lava lamps on multiple surfaces, and there was a small stage on the far wall, a drum set and keyboard set up on it.
"I'm doing pretty great. It's good to see you still awake, how's your ankle?" Henry decided to avoid asking what had kept Babe up, and instead check on that ankle of hers. They had almost an hour until practice still, so he was planning on staying for a little while to talk.
"It's bugging up with all the moving, but it's not as bad as yesterday." Babe said, shrugging. It hurt a bit more than she was letting on, but she wasn't about to tell him that. "Hey, who's your favorite band or musician?"
Henry's nose crinkled. "Probably… Really anything classical. Except Vivaldi, I'm not a fan of all the violins. Piano's good, though." Her ankle was probably pretty bad, but she clearly wasn't going to say that. "How about your favorites?"
Babe slipped out from behind the counter, grabbing his hand to tug him along. "I listen to pretty much anything, really. 'Cept the stuff I don't like. I'm really into Fall Out Boy right now, and the more rock stuff, y'know?"
Henry gave a nod, searching his memory for any times he'd heard that kind of music. "Where are we going?" He asked as she pulled him along, and he laughed as he tried to keep up without knocking anything over.
"Here!" Babe stopped, letting go of his hand and pointing at the sign that read 'Classical' in a pretty font. There were shelves of records and cds along the wall underneath it, and Babe was already picking through them.
"Oh, wow…" Henry said as he started to leaf through them. He recognized many of the titles, but not all. "Does this store have everything?"
"Any genre you can think of, it's probably in here somewhere." Babe said happily, pulling a cd off the shelf and handing it to him before moving on. "Cool, right?"
"This place is awesome. I've lived here all my life, and I don't think I've ever actually come in. I kind of assumed it would be all modern annoying music." He looked down at the cd and read through its contents while he spoke.
"I could literally spend all day in here." Babe said, a bit wistfully. "There's an open mic night this Saturday, and apparently it brings in a lot of talent."
Henry looked up from the music. 'You have to sing. You totally should, you'd be great!" A wide grin spread across his face as he looked at her closely.
Babe's cheeks turned a cute shade of red, and her sifting paused for a split second. "I-uh, no, I d-don't think so. I'm not exactly good enough for that." She said, shaking her head.
Henry pushed her playfully. "Hardly. You're almost too good for that. But you still should!" Henry's enthusiasm was almost touchable.
"Am not. I don't know, I don't…think I should." Babe shook her head again, shrugging. Oddly enough, stage fright was her main issue.
Henry's enthusiasm dimmed, but only slightly. "No, I'm pretty sure you should do it, and you'd be great at it." Henry backed down a little, his voice less intense.
Babe looked over at him, and sighed. "I can't promise I'll make it on stage. But I can try?"
His grin widened and he nudged Babe again. "Awesome! I'll come sometime on Saturday. Are you about ready to head to practice soon?"
((I gotta toss in the drama….))
Babe nodded, gesturing to her uniform. "I'm off in…about twenty minutes, and I'll have to get changed. You can always go next door to the-" She cut off as something caught her eye, eyes widening. "Kai? What-" She set down the cd she was holding, hurrying past Henry towards her brother, who was covered in bruises and holding a sleeve to a bleeding nose.
(Ooooh)
Henry turned to look, dropping the cd as he rose to his feet. He followed Babe over quickly, his eyes scanning the boy and his bruises. "Babe, is there a first aid kit in here?" He asked quietly, trying to keep a calm head.
"Under the counter. My bag is back there too, grab the clean shirt in it." Babe instructed, switching into leader mode. It was her defense when there was a crisis, picked up from years of dealing with brothers and teammates. She gently guided her brother over to a chair in what her boss called the chill zone, directing him to sit.
Henry nearly ran to it, snatching the bag and the first aid kit. He quickly made his way back to Babe and her brother, setting down and opening it to hand Babe some of the bandaids and antibiotics, along with anything else that looked helpful.
"Once I clean you up, you can head into the back and change your shirt." Babe said gently, knowing he wouldn't change it out here. She took the supplies Henry handed her, carefully cleaning up the blood and putting antibiotics on any cuts. She didn't ask what had happened, knowing Kai would either tell her when he could, or that she'd just have to ask him later.
Henry stayed quiet as well, not sure if he should intrude or just see if he could help more. Babe seemed to have some experience with cleaning cuts like this, so she must have it under control.
Kai was crying, silent sobs wracking the boy's body as he let his sister deal with the cuts. His face was covered in purple and yellow bruises, and there were more disappearing under his shirt. Whatever had happened, it had been done with the intent to cause harm.
"Kai, honey, it's alright." Babe said softly, finishing up what she could. She met her brother's eyes, everything about her soft, different from her usual hardened and mischievous look.