Here’s my new Sly Cooper fan children—I’ve gone full weeb, HELP ME. Can’t believe that this is actually happening.
Rebecca/”Beck” or “Becca”: [duh]’s kid. Very hyperactive, goofy and has a habit of popping outta nowhere. Shadow the Hedgehog fangirl to a T, nerdy, like you probably were when you first joined a fandom. Essentially, think of a slightly less sadistic Dot Warner mixed with a more pacifistic Deadpool and you’ve got Becca’s personality.
Almasi/“Almy”: Murray’s adopted Kenyan kid. Timid and quiet, but still pretty capable of cool things, even if she doesn’t realize it a lot of the tome. Acts as Becca’s straight man woman girl cheetah, but her surrogate cousin. Thanks to her (extremely awesome) dad, she’s slowly learning to come out of her shell.
Both are 14 and have known each other since they were babies. Slowly learning how to defend themselves or be vigilantes. Plus, they’re completely aware that they’re unofficial characters based of an existing franchise. As such, they have fun with that. Often at my expense.
“Bitty” Bittle’s Blueberry (and other flavoured) Jam
“What is this?” Bitty stares, confused, at the envelope Jack is holding toward him.
“Money?” Bitty blinks slowly, quirks a brow at the question in Jack’s voice.
He crosses his arms. “And you’re holding an envelope full of cash out to me why?”
Jack’s eyebrows raise. “Bits. Bud. It’s for the jam.”
“You and Tater took the jam.”
“Yeah. Up to the rest of the team and the support staff that ordered it?”
Jack narrowed his eyes. “Bitty. You didn’t make all that jam–specific flavours for different people and like three dozen jars of blueberry for Tater alone–to just give to the team.” His voice is flat.
Bitty catches his eye, brow furrowed in confusion. “Jack, it’s just jam.”
“It’s…Bittle. It took two cars to haul it all up. It was two cars full of jam.”
“I told you it just kind of…happened. Like the quiche–”
“On MLK day.” Jack sighs. “Okay, Bits. But, look. This is like how the sin bin here funds pies, right? Just consider this the NHL sin-bin-supply envelope.” He reaches out and places the envelope in the front pocket of Bitty’s bag. Reconsiders as he thinks about the amount and sticks it straight into the bottom of the duffel and zips it up.
“Bittle.” He makes sure to catch his boyfriend’s eye. “This is not to fund more pies to make for the team,” his tone is firm. “They already like you.”