helland_damnation | TFLN and Continuations, bitches!

The whole world saw. Or soon would see. They’d make quite a few headlines before the week was out and something else garnered the media frenzy.

It looked like a scuffle between rockers and police was imminent, but at the moment, Minoru was willing to just take Aarne at his word. Tom made his way around the corner and Minoru made a break for that cell door. “Thank you! Yes, please!”

Joe felt a little bad that Aarne wasn't there to join him in the climb but next time he would be. That would be a promise. As for the fat cop trying to make the Fin get in the cell it was laughable. Tom was coming over now and Minoru wanted out. Everyone wanted out.

"Don't talk to my peachy ass that way you fat fuck. Why don't you lose a few pounds and shut that flabby mouth of yours, cock head?"

Yelling at the cop insulting his Fin, Joe wasn't afraid to start shit. He was already in a bad mood from being pulled down from his epic climb with Minoru. These guys were total losers. The comment about the kink cage had the bassist giggling and he was now walking out of the cell, yanking down his pants and flashing his ass cheeks at the fat cop. Fuck him.

"Kiss my ass, fatso."

The fat cop was now seething with anger but knew Tom had paid the bail bill. What else could he do? So, he sighed and walked back to the counter, not wanting to escalate the situation anymore. These guys fed of confrontation and they were nearly all high or drunk. Rock stars.

"Fucking drunk crack head rock stars. How do you deal with this lot, pal?"

The fat cop sighing, grabbing his coffee mug whilst addressing Tom.

Aarne instantly hugged Joe when they were able to, cop forgotten. Tom sighs at Joe.

"Can we keep our clothes on until we get back to the hotel?" He didn't need them being locked back up before they even got out of the station.

Tom looked at the cop with a scowl. "I don't treat them like shit or insult them so they don't think I'm an annoying bastard." Tom waved for the three. "Come on boys. Out to the car. Ziggy's waiting for you stressed out of his mind like this one." Tom motioned to Aarne who was kissing on Joe's cheek.

If there was a counter or barricade, Minoru was up, over it and across the room before Joe’s pants came down. No one stopped him. At that point, no one was likely even paying attention to anyone but the terror twins. And their cursing. And mooning. And public displays of drunken affection.

“I am so happy to see you right now.” He greeted Tom.

He glanced back at the others, including the exasperated cops.

“Uh… how much trouble are we both in?”

If Joe had his way he would have flashed both his ass cheeks and cock at the fat bastard but knew better now that Tom was here and paying for their bail. Their stunt had cost Stardust's old man money and that made the bassist a little sheepish in his glance he offered to the ex-astronaut.

"Thanks for the bail, honey."

He patted Tom on the arm and then went to kiss Aarne on lips, passionately and in full view of everyone, especially the cops. They could all stand and stare because Aarne was his lover and he wanted the whole world to know. He slipped his hand into his Fin's and then did wonder about how much trouble they were in. Oops.

"Sorry about the shit show, guys. I was about to get to the top except my fucking boot got stuck in a railing and I lost my shoes."

Tom laughs as he watches Minoru vault the door that Aarne more or less stepped over. "You have to deal with Ziggy when we get back and Joe lost his favorite boots. I think that's enough pain and suffering cost."

He's in a mood but not a bad one. At least they did this while he was awake for once instead of while he was trying to sleep.

"It's your bail money in a way." Tom shrugs and gives the two lovebirds a push toward the door. The pool of money from concerts had a medical and legal portion taken out of the cut. What was really surprising was that it managed to keep up with the mayhem.

Minoru was glad to be out of that cell. Ziggy, he could handle (famous last words, always), but being stuck behind bars with someone egging on the cops every few seconds? That was nerve wracking! It wasn’t like he even existed in this world. So who knew what would happen next!

As soon as they were outside, he hopped up on the railing. Balancing across it made him immediately feel more balanced. He flipped off the end, rolling back up to his feet. That, too, felt really really good right now.

“Thought we could both get up there before it turned into a publicity stunt. That didn’t happen…”

"I'm going to try again because fuck the cops and fuck everything. I'm making it to the top, baby!"

Joe was adamant in this as he watched Minoru perform some parkour moves inside the station. The boy really was skilled and this had the bassist slightly jealous that he couldn't pull of such jumps and things on stage because that would be a riot. He could do rolls whilst playing but Minoru was a pro. Maybe he should say sorry to Ziggy too for nearly getting his boyfriend imprisoned in an American jail.

"I'll apologise to Stardust too because he was probably out of his mind worrying about his parkour boy. Better luck next time as they say."

Latching onto Aarne once more, Joe giggled and kissed his lover on the cheek as they walked out of the station.

"He's a rockstar." Tom tells him incredulous and amused. "They draw crowds like flies on shit."

Tom just sighed at Joe declaring he would do it again. Of course he would and probably get more of the stars up there. One day at a time.

"You should worry about your girl. He was about climbing up the walls too." Tom tells the bassist before turning to get out of the station before something more happened.

Aarne leaned against Joe and held tight because he had been out of his mind too.

“Same building you got arrested on? No way! That’s like the parkour black list.” Minoru shook his head. “Building next to it? Maybe. But not the same one. That’s just asking for trouble.”

It’s one thing to claim you didn’t know you were trespassing or that climbing wasn’t allowed there. But once it’s pretty obvious you do know? The police aren’t generally lenient a second time. And that’s usually the difference between a fine and a court date. (This part was second-hand knowledge. Minoru hadn’t actually ended up in court for his parkour antics, but he had heard many stories of traceurs who did and why.)

If given the option, he’d hop in shotgun with Tom.

“At least wear shoes that are good for climbing in. That was really dicey up there! You get your heels stuck like that again, and they’ll have to bring in the rescue crews back for sure.”

The alternative was falling, but no one was going to say that.

Joe was upset that he'd caused so much trouble and that Aarne had been worried the whole time. Surely, his Fin would understand that he was trying to climb up to the top and he'd make it ok? Or not. Shit. He pulled Aarne into a hug and then kissed his lips.

"Sorry for worrying you, peachy ass. I was going to reach the top until those ass cracks ruined it for me."

Pouting, he looked at Tom and offered a little wave. It was good Stardust's old man was around when he was otherwise him and Minoru would be spending some of the tour stuck inside a jail cell. That would suck big time. He listened to the parkourist and nodded.

"So---another building? There are plenty to go around! I could try the next tallest in the city. That might work. Different shoes? Maybe climbing shoes like yours? Those could work."

Maybe he'd get some pointers from Minoru since he was the expert here.

Aarne was just happy Joe was back on the ground even if he would have been up there with them in a blink of an eye had he the option.

"Ziggy mentioned his brother climbs on wheels." That caused Aarne stress to think about but that had to be some climbing skill.

"Maybe you should try something shorter to practice, sweetie?" Aarne tells the bassist. "Practice before another tall one?"

Tom watched this unfolding and the moment he realized Aarne was being the reasonable one he wanted to facepalm. The madness would never end. Instead of engaging, he walked around the other side of the car and got in the driver's seat to wait for the others to climb in too.

The madness would likely never end, no. As he hopped in the front seat next to Tom, Minoru agreed with the drummer wholeheartedly.

“You were good for a solid ten, but wore yourself out too quickly. And the longer it takes, the more tired anyone is going to get.” Minoru would soon hear those words from the announcers during his Stage 3 run, but for now, they applied more to Joe.

“Anything past the third story is basically the lethal zone. You can’t afford to make mistakes past that.” He insisted, a voice of experience more than a voice of reason. “And no, I have no clue how Jack does it in skates. I had a hard enough time wearing those on solid ground!”

"His brother climbs on wheels? Fuck! How does he do that? I couldn't even climb in my best heeled boots. Shit. That's some skill, babe. Maybe I should pick something shorter. You can climb with me and once we get to the top we can moon everyone down below."

That sounded like a plan to Joe. Of course it did. Would he be high and drunk too? Probably. Since when wasn't the bassist high and drunk? He went to grab an arm around Minoru and pulling the parkourist close to himself and Aarne, laughing at the whole thing.

"Thanks for rescuing me, mate. I didn't want to be a fucking pancake if I fell. You did me a favour. How about me and peachy ass here buy you some drinks or something?"

Joe owed Minoru for saving his life pretty much.

Aarne nodded and agreed with Minoru. "I think your drummer's boy toy can too. I heard Jack say he was better at climbing." It seemed impossible to the drummer but people had skills. He could drum forever and they could climb.

"I want to climb with you." Aarne mentions while more or less climbing into Joe's lap, likely the same kind of thing Minoru would get from Ziggy when they returned to the hotel.

The drummer perked up though and smiled. "I could cook for you, whatever you want."

Not everyone knew that Aarne was working at being a chef when he wasn't on stage or being crazy with Joe.

While Minoru would love to just agree with the musicians and immediately jump into another climbing session with both of them, being arrested for (technically) the second time in this world had him a little more wary.

“At least wait until you’re in a different city.” He suggested. Sure, nothing probably got as big or as awesome as New York City, but there were still skyscrapers in other downtowns. And lots of smaller cities had buildings that were onky 10-15 stories. “But not Houston. Trust me on that one.”

Jack and Ziggy’s Space Center adventure ended with Minoru busted for parkour in structures far less cool than a skyscraper. Tom likely remembered how that night went.

He laughed, knowing that some of the band members probably had full suites at their current hotel, “hey, as long as we don’t have to break into a kitchen, I’m down for that.”

"Then, next time I do climb you can climb with me, babe! It'll be more fun that way."

Joe looked to Minoru and pouted a little. Another city? Really? But they were on tour in New York and he didn't want to wait until they were touring another city. Boring! The parkourist had a point though. Now that he'd been shot by the media and all this went down---perhaps another city would be a better bet.

"Maybe we should climb once we get to our next tour city. Then, we can climb and moon everyone down below, peachy."

This sounded like a plan. As for Aarne cooking? This sounded fun too. Joe always wondered what the Fin's cooking skills were like so maybe Minoru could join them all after he finished doing his light rigging for the night. Pulling Aarne close, Joe kissed the Fin on the cheek and giggled, feeling the high from earlier on slowly subside from his system. Glancing at Stardust's old man, Joe knew he owed him one for coming out and paying the bail.

"Thanks for busting us out, Tom."

The bassist giggled and pecked Tom on the cheek quickly before going back to his Fin.

"They're rockstars." Tom interjected. "They're going to get seen no matter where the climb."

That was probably the truth, one that Aarne understood all too well. The question from Minoru got Tom laughing. "Aarne always has a kitchen and tries to placate me, in the middle of the night, with homemade sweets after he and Joe have been a holy terror."

Aarne couldn't deny any of this and simply buried his face into Joe giggling. He totally tried to bribe Tom sometimes. "I'll climb with you anywhere."

He was then peeking from Joe's chest to look at Minoru in the front. "What do you want me to cook?"

It was less about not being seen and more about not running into the exact same cops twice.

“Is there anything that’s your speciality?” He asked. Tom mentioned sweets, and he’d definitely be down for that. He figured Joe, too, would likely have some favorites. “I’m a vegetarian, so nothing with meat in it, please.”

Eggs and dairy were cool, though. He wasn’t vegan, just vegetarian.

"Saami foods." Aarne mentioned before he hears the vegetarian part. His eyes open wider as he sits up. "There are no Saami vegetarians, not in the families that still live in the wilds."

Being a vegetarian was confusing when he first came across it in southern cultures. It was a bit of a culture shock even now. "Uh..."

Aarne bit his lip while trying to think of something. "OH... I could make Jåbmå and berries." But that was a dessert. Suddenly, Aarne starts laughing. "Even some of our desserts have blood and meat."

Oh, this was going to be a challenge but Aarne wasn't deterred at all.

“None?” Minoru asked while he thought about it. It immediately made sense. “Huh…”

Anyone living off the land had to rely on what was there, of course. Were he raised in that type of environment, he probably wouldn’t have seen an issue with eating meat at all. He would have been willing to take that life and appreciate the sacrifice the animal had made for his survival, which was the essence of what drew Minoru to being a vegetarian in the first place.

“What’s Jabma?” The word was really unfamiliar on his tongue. He wondered if Joe had ever had it before.

"I enjoy meat and love eating big steaks and juicy things."

He wiggled his eyebrows at his Fin and stuck his tongue out. Of course if Minoru was vegetarian that meant that Aarne would have to lay off the meat and pick vegetables instead. Jabma? Now, the Brit was equally curious as to what sort of Saami delicacy they were about to be treated to once Aarne got into the kitchen.

"I'm not much of a cook but I can do basic stuff. Does spaghetti hoops and toast count?"

Because Joe loved those.

"Jåbmå is a dessert stew that's sour and sweet made with sorrel, deer milk, sugar, berries and sometimes spices." He leaned into Joe and shrugs. "I can makes you something else, sweetie."

Aarne rolled his eyes scoffing because he was a bit of a food snob. "We're going to get you off the shit food soon enough."

As they drove away from the police station and back to the hotel, Minoru felt a lot better. With all the talk of food, he smiled. “Okay, that does sound pretty good.”

The mix of sour and sweet made him think of ume daifuku and other similar Japanese sweets. They were always a good compromise between one twin with a sweet tooth and one twin who loved things tart and bitter.

“Isamu’s better at the traditional dishes, but I can make a mean curry.”

Both of the twins knew their way around the kitchen, and prepared most of their own meals. Minoru tended to make a lot of poke bowls and stir frys. They were simple, but tasty, and vegetables went with basically everything.

"I'd like to try anything you make, babe. Because you've made it. That's the special part. I know I'm a shit chef but I can assist in the kitchen! A helpful kitchen porter maybe dressed in just an apron with nothing underneath. The naked chef!"

Joe giggling at his own joke, knowing Minoru probably didn't want to hear the dirty side of this. Nor Tom. He had caused enough trouble with the whole nearly getting himself killed falling from a great height thing. Yeah that.

"Isamu sounds like a good cook too, mate. Do you Japanese blokes eat a lot of noodles and stuff? I like those."

Because Joe could make noodles from a packet. He wasn't a total dead loss.