/K/arver- Cocoa sweet home Pt2

>She looks back down to my chest and pushes her against my sternum, once again positioning her ear over my heart
>I continue to run my fingers through her hair
>She is no longer crying, so I guess that's a definite improvement
>Looks like I said the right thing
>We stay like this for a while, my ice cream long since having turned into soup
>Her breathing has stabilized further and has slowed down considerably
>I look down and see that Cocoa's eyes are closed and her expression is relaxed
>She fell asleep on me
>Every so often her grip tightens and she nuzzles her face further into my chest
>sleepymak.gif
>Looks like it's time to bring her to bed
>I keep my left arm around her shoulders and hook my right arm underneath her knees, allowing her to stay in a similar posture with her ear still against my heart
>I manage to pick her up successfully without waking her
>I walk up the stairs to my room, making sure not to jostle her awake
>This is all made easy due to her minimal weight, though she is just a bit heavier than she looks
>I open my door and place her in my bed, tucking her under the plush comforter
>I rub her hair and tell her good night before I turn off the lights and leave the room
>I close the door and head back downstairs as quietly as possible, and grab some blankets out of a closet in order to make my stay on the couch a bit more comfortable
>I brush my teeth before heading back to the living room and quickly falling asleep on the couch
>I dream about the last time I had shot Cocoa
>I was on the wrong side of town, helping usher a few friends home after a night of drinking
>After seeing them off, I begin the almost two miles walk back to my vehicle
>After around 12 minutes of walking and minding my own business, I'm greeted by another individual on the sidewalk
>More correctly stated, I've been greeted by having a barrel shoved at me
>I stare down the barrel that was thrust at me and then to the person behind it
>An upstanding aged urban youth is illuminated by the nearby streetlight
>I slowly raise may hands while evaluating the situation
>He comes closer, pistol still drawn and being held at arm's length
>He politely asks for the monetary resources present on my person, using such scholarly phrases as "all yo shit" and "motherfucker"
>Given the situation, I slowly bring out my wallet, and raise it in the air
>I keep my id in my pocket and left all my important cards at home, so I'm only giving up a Visa card, a card from a Chinese place filled out for 9 of the 10 times to get a free meal, and $8.53
>I then lightly toss the wallet to the ground a few feet in front if me, not willing to risk the situation for something so light
>He reaches down for the wallet while continuing to keep the pistol and his eyes trained on me, appearing to have done this before
>He opens up the wallet and feels around before putting the meagre 8 dollars in front of his face and then stuffing it in his pocket
>Enraged by the lack of tribute, he steps in and puts the gun against my forehead
>"ALL OF IT, MOTHAFU-"
>His eyes told me that I was likely to end up with a case of bullet-headitis even if I gave him everything I had on me, so I take action
>I roll my head to the side around the pistol and smash my forehead into his nose
>I then use my neck as a fulcrum, placing my arm, luckily still raised, behind his shoulder blade and pull inward while spiraling toward the ground
>He screams as the force of gravity and well practiced movements exert their full force upon his shoulder, dislocating it and causing him to drop the handgun, but not before he negligently discharges it
>EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

>Having been granted a blessing from the /k/ube, I roll off of his body while being slightly disoriented but the close proximity blast
> I manage to draw my Makarov and point it at the metropolitan scholar
>I tell him not to get up, and he doesn't
>He uses his left hand to reach behind his waist and pulls out another pistol
>Before he can train the pistol on me, I place 9 rounds of PPU 95 grain JHP into the center of the chest at a distance of around 5 yards
>EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
>The projectiles find their way through his chest and strike the pavement behind it after losing most of their energy, chipping off the concrete sidewalk and dying the area in red
>He loses strength as his body goes into shock and he slumps on the pavement, the second handgun clattering to the ground now that his left hand had no force with which to hold it
>With my adrenaline really starting to take effect now, I take a knee, a habit of mine that helps me recollect myself during certain situations, and call 911
>I tell the operator about the scenario and I can't really hear to well what they're saying, but they should be sending a some people here
>3 squad cars pull up in a matter of minutes, and I place my Makarov on the ground and put my hands behind my head
>I am then cuffed and taken into the squad car for questioning
>Disregarding to ask for a lawyer due to the shock of what just occurred and the adrenaline still coursing through my veins, I tell them what occurred, I suddenly feel shaky
>".....pa"
>Correction, it seems that I'm being shaken
>The dream falls apart and I open my eyes
>The outline of a young girl shakes me as my eyes attempt to focus
>Upon focusing, I see that the girl shaking me is Cocoa, her eyes glistening in the corners
>Cocoa seems to have registered the fact that I have woken up, and stops shaking me, her hands still on my shoulder
>"W-when I woke up, Papa wasn't there, s-so I went to find you. You looked like you were having a nightmare, so I woke you up"
>I tell her that it's ok, and ask if she had a nightmare too
>She nods
>"The bad man tried to hurt Papa, so I made him go away, but after that the blue men took me away from you a-and, and.."
>I tell her that it's all going to be ok, and pat her head to calm her down
>After doing this for about a minute, I look over toward the clock and see that I was able to get the minimum 4 hours of sleep, so I'm good to go if she wanted to start the day now
>I ask her what she wants to do right now
>"I'll sleep with Papa!"
>As she tells me this, she picks up the blanket and slips in underneath it, placing herself in between my arms, hugging them across her chest
>I'm still ever so slightly groggy, so I don't question this maneuver in the slightest and let her do this, putting a bit more force into the hug to ensure that she won't fall off the edge if the couch
>With the extra warmth in my arms and in my heart, I fall asleep in record time
>This time, I don't see any nightmares, only happy dreams


>I wake up, sun peeking through the living room windows
>I continue to hear slow, soft breathing from within my arns, accompanied by the faint smell of CLP and cosmoline
>My right arm has also fallen asleep due to the somewhat awkward position that sleeping on the couch has put me into
>I hear a sudden, sharp inhale and some mumbles from near my chest
>Cocoa must have stirred a bit from my movement
>I need to make breakfast, so I now have to somehow separate myself from Cocoa and get off of the couch without waking her up
>I position my left hand on the armrest by my head and attempt to lift myself up while sliding my right arm out from under Cocoa
>I slowly execute this maneuver with the utmost caution as not to disturb her, and somehow manage to slip my arm free
>I then Ninja Warrior myself off of the couch and lightly step on to the floor
>I sneak into the kitchen and begin to make some breakfast
>Today's menu is huevos rancheros con chorizo, a favorite of mine
>Hopefully Cocoa will like it
>She's a blowback, so she should be able to eat anything as long as it's not super spicy
>I heat up both a pan and a skillet as I take out all of my necessary ingredients
>Heat up the beans in the microwave because I'm a degenerate
>I hand form the tortillas from maseca and water, placing them on the skillet to cook
>The chorizo is put into the pan, with the intent of using the pan later to fry the eggs over easy
>Queso fresco and salsa on standby on the side for plating
>The tortillas are turned over after a few minutes in order to cool the other side
>The chorizo, which was in uncased form, is tossed around the pan until it is cooked and then tossed aside
>The remaining oil from the chorizo makes frying the eggs over easy a simple task
>I set a small, thicc hand formed tortilla on Cocoa's plate and place beans, chorizo, and a single fried egg on top
>I then garnish the dish with salsa and queso fresco
>This is the single most appealing plate of food that I have put together in my entire life
>I then toss my larger, thicc tortilla on a plate with three eggs, beans, and chorizo, and then dump queso fresco and salsa on it
>My plate looks like an FJP went off underneath a Humvee carrying supplies for Cinco de Mayo
>I move the two steaming plates to the table and then walk into the living room to check up on Cocoa
>I am glomped enroute to the couch by the newly awakened Cocoa
>I reach under her arms and pick her up, carrying her the remaining 5 yards to the table
>"Papa what's this?"
>Cocoa cocks her head to the side in bewilderment, having never seen such colorful food before
>I tell her that it's one of my favorite dishes, but she should be careful in case it's too spicy
>I go to the fridge and pour two glasses of milk and bring them to the table while she seems to be wondering how to attach the dish
>I tell her that there's no right way to eat it but show her my favorite way to eat it
>My fork approaches the dish, a piece of modern art that could appropriately be named as "Truck of Peace through Mexico City"
>I push into a yolk with the side of my fork, releasing the over easy yolk on to the rest of the dish
>I lance the remaining two yolks in the same fashion, ensuring that the plate is now even more macabre than before
>Cocoa imitates me and does the same on her plate, leading to an Instagram worthy first forkful as she tries to get some of each part of the dish into her first bite
>She brings the fork into her mouth and closes her lips around it, drawing the empty fork out
>She chews in delight for a bit before quickly grabbing the glass of milk in front of her with both hands
>She drinks just under half of the glass in the blink of an eye

>She puts down the milk, now sporting an adorable mustache
>"It's a little spicy, but it's really tasty!"
>After exclaiming her satisfaction with the dish, she continues to shovel the food into her mouth forkful after forkful into her small, gaping maw
>I bring the gallon of milk out from the fridge and leave it on the table, and she continues to go through it at an alarming rate
>Her plate now also looks like a car bomb of enlightenment went off next to a taco truck
>She finishes her food and then alternates between at me and my plate
>I fork over about a third of my plate onto hers, and she smiles and continues eating
>After we finish eating, I send Cocoa to go brush her teeth while I finish up the dishes
>I get done in record time, and turn around to see cocoa entering the bathroom with a container of clp and a brass cleaning brush in her hand
>I quickly stop her before she hurts herself
>"But this is what Papa always uses to clean me?"
>I explain to her that it would be a bit too hard for her right now, and then bring out a more suitable standard polymer toothbrush and toothpaste
>She fiddles around clumsily with the tooth brush for a bit before I decide to show her house to use it
>monogataritoothbrushscene.mkv... doesn't happen
>She closed her eyes and opens her mouth, revealing a set of small, cute, and sharp looking teeth
>I brush her teeth normally, holding my hand around here and moving it around her mouth to make sure she brushes properly
>After she gets the hang of it I begin to brush my own teeth, and then we both leave the bathroom after finishing up
>I review what my plans are for the day and then head to my full bath to get a shower
>After some mild protest, I succeed in keeping Cocoa out of the bathroom long enough to get a quick shower and shave
>I then quickly change and get out of the bathroom, only to be glomped
>I convince Cocoa to take a shower by herself and get ready for the day *by herself* after much effort on my part

>I go downstairs and sit down on the couch, a bit mentally exhausted, but entirely satisfied with my day thus far
>I think again about what I have to do today
>It's a Saturday, so I have to go grab groceries, pick up some fancy cheese at Whole Foods, and also check out the local gun show
>The groceries and the gun show can wait until tomorrow, but Whole Foods has to be done today, otherwise they'll sell out of the cheese I want
>I start getting my edc distributed onto my body: wallet, keys, phone, USP 45 in a sticky holster, extra mag, all good to go
>Cocoa comes down the stairs and rushes over to where I am sitting down waiting for her, and immediately sits down on my lap
>I ask her what she's doing
>"This is where I usually ride, right Papa? You call it 'appendix', right?"
>I stand up and set her on the ground while patting her head
>I explain to her that while she's like this, if we're outside of the house we'll do something different
>I stop patting her head and hold out my hand to her
>She hesitates for a split second before taking my hand and interlocking her fingers with mine
>"Hehehehehe"
>Laughing happily like an idiot, she shows me a smile brighter than the sun
>I walk with her hand in hand to my car, and she skips the while way there, still giggling like a fool
>After reaching the vehicle, I somehow manage to convince Cocoa to sit in the passenger seat rather than on my lap
>I close the put the car in reverse, and the Bluetooth finally syncs up
>"I close my eyes and seize it (seize it)"
>"I clench my fist and beat it (beat it)"
>My ATF raid/last stand playlist starts playing
>It's You are Beautiful by Dabunky
>Cocoa has an incredibly confused face on, eyebrows attempting to meet each other in the middle, befuddled by the piano contrasted with the glorious lyrics of Death Grips
>She doesn't seem at all opposed, just confused, so I let it play
>We arrive at Whole Foods in near record time, the song just having just recently switched over to a trap remix if the Pillar Man theme
>I turn off the car and move over to the passenger side and open the door for Cocoa, picking her up out of the Seat and setting her on the ground before holding her right hand with my left
>I lock up the car and proceed to cross the parking lot into Whole Foods, which is packed, as expected of a Saturday around noon
>I try not to visit here as much as possible, but every once in a while they get in some really nice cheeses
>Today they should have a nice smoked Gouda from Vermont
>My anticipation builds as I cross through the sliding doors and into the air conditioning
>Cocoa no longer looks confused but is now showing a (fittingly) childlike fascination towards the new and colorful surroundings
>After we cross through the inner set of doors, we are greeted by a large crowd of shoppers
>The grip holding my left hand suddenly tightens
>I look down to see Cocoa with a cautious look on her face
>To help set her at ease, I also tighten my grip on her small hand
>She looks up at me and forces a smile
>"I'm sorry, Papa, usually I just hear the noises through your shirt, but now that I'm seeing all the people it's..."

>"...it's just a bit overwhelming"
>I steer cocoa through the crowd and make my way to the opposite corner of the store to get my cheese
>On the way, Cocoa's attention is drawn to a bright package of candy on the top shelf
>I reach up and grab the bag of candy, but in doing so my shirt lifts up ever so slightly above my beltline, showing my untanned midriff and the grip of my USP
>I hear a gasp and see a larger woman scrambling away while reaching around in her purse for something
>I get a bad feeling and hand the colorful bag of rock candy to Cocoa before moving again toward the deli counter
>I pick up a hand basket enroute and have cocoa hold it in her left hand after she places the rock candy bag in it
>She is now smiling from ear to ear, apparently pleased that she was able to be of use
>I approach the counter and ask for a whole pound of the cheese that I'm looking for
>It turns out that there's only a pound and a half left of the whole wheel, so I take all of it
>I place the wrapped cheese into the basket with the rock candy
>I face back toward the deli counter to find Cocoa almost literally drooling over some very appealing looking sharp cheddar, also from Vermont
>I ask if she'd like a sample
>"Can I really, Papa?"
>I tell her that she sure can, and if she likes it, we can buy some too
>The employee, who appears to have been eavesdropping, cuts off a small piece of cheddar and places it on a toothpick before handing it to Cocoa
>She quickly forces the tiny nugget into her mouth, and her eyes seem to sparkle
>I'd say she probably liked it, so I order a pound of the sharp cheddar
>I receive the wrapped cheddar and place it in the basket
>"Excuse me, sir"
>As I remove my hand from the basket, a voice greets me from the back
>I turn around to see two police officers had approached behind me and another 2 had approached to my rear left
>I recognize the officer that approached me, and inform him that I'm currently carrying, because I'm in a duty to inform State
>"Yeah Anon, kinda expected that you were carrying. Got a call that some lunatic was waving a gun around in Whole Foods, but I guess that's probably a lie. Just to be sure, you weren't doing anything improper with your CCW, right?"
>I tell him the truth of what happened (nothing) and he gives me a knowing smirk
>"We get these sorts of calls all the time, and they usually end up being overreactions or blatant mistakes."
>The other officers, seeing the marginally tense situation quickly diffuse, start to radio in and get on with their shifts
>I see the larger woman from earlier rapidly approaching, the streak of pink in her hair bringing about aposematic assumptions
>"WHY HAVEN'T YOU ARRESTED THIS MURDERER?!? WHY DOES HE HAVE A GUN?"
>She screams at the top of her lungs, causing Cocoa to tighten her grip on my hand and glue herself to my side, but she doesn't step back and, if anything, moves me behind her
>"Calm down ma'am, he has his CHL and has a right to carry her-"
>"I DON'T CARE, HE'S MURDERER! WHY ELSE WOULD HE HAVE A GUN?!?"
>The cop tries to explain but the female cuts him off in the middle of his explanation
>I cut in and tell her that I carry it for protection
>"WHAT A BITCH, I BET YOU COULDNT EVEN SHOOT SOMEONE IF YOU HAD TO! I BET YOU'RE TOO SCARED TO DO ANYTHING! IF YOU WERE A REAL MAN, YOU COULD JUST USE YOUR FISTS! YOU HAVING A GUN JUST PUTS US IN DANGER, YOU DUMB FUCK!"
>The creature from house Perna continues to scream at me
>Cocoa is shaking at this point, I think it's time to just walk away since she might be scared of having a negative confrontational interaction
>The cop moves to tell her off for swearing and causing a disturbance, but someone else beats him to it
>"TИ КУЧКA! TЫ ШЛЮХA! ПAПA MAKES EVERYONE SAFER WHEN HE CARRIES! HE DIDN'T HESITATE TO USE IT BEFORE, AND HE WOULDN'T HESITATE TO USE IT AGAIN! DONT SAY SUCH MEAN THINGS TO PAPAA!!!"
>Cocoa snaps and screams at the Schinkenbiest, causing it to act on instinct and withdraw a few steps
>The officer and the surroundings are all in shock from the loud and enraged voice erupting from Cocoa's small body, complete with languages seldom encountered here
>The female regains her senses due to primal rage and steps forward towards Cocoa
>She takes a swing at Cocoa, but I manage to pull her back just in time to help her avoid it
>As the swing passes through empty air, the もも肉惑星 is tackled by 3 police officers, all of whom were just about to head out before they heard the yelling
>A dull, sickening thud echos as she(?) makes contact with the ground, aided strongly by gravity
>Even after having a meaty appendage pass right in front of her nose, Cocoa continues to stare hostilely at the offender
>Gravity continues to do it's work and assists the cops in keeping the creature pinned as they apply cuffs
>The scene is reminiscent of tard wranglers attempting to control an over chromosomed oil wrestler
>After a brief struggle and copious screaming and obscenities, she runs out of steam and appears to give up
>The police haul her up to her feet and ask me I'd like to press charges
>I state that all she should be charged with is wasting resources and filing a false report, but it's no harm no foul here so there's no need for more
>As they head out toward the front of the store, I reach down and turn Cocoa around to face me
>I pat her head and tell her that she doesn't have to keep up the strong front
>As I slowly run my fingers through her hair in a calming fashion, her eyes slowly moisten, though tears have yet to form
>"I...I was afraid that Papa...that I would be taken away from Papa aga-"
>I take a knee and hug her around her back, putting her head above my left shoulder
>"It's all going to be ok Cocoa, I won't let anyone take you away from me anymore"
>I feel an increase and decrease of pressure on my trapezius, which I assume to be a nod
>After hugging her for about 45 seconds in front of the deli section, I release my hold and stand up
>Cocoa's eyes are still moist, but they no longer show any sign of tears
>She stretches out her hand toward mine, so I take it and apply a gentle pressure
>We walk up to the front of the Whole Foods, I pay for the 3 items, totalling to a tidy sum of $33.50
>Fucking Whole Foods
>As I curse lightly under my breath about cheese pricing even during the record cheese surplus of the current year, I pay for my items and exit the building together with Cocoa