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LOCUS ([personal profile] agnominal) wrote2016-12-28 12:58 am

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Just after Valor's Day

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2016-12-28 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
He's been doing pretty well, honestly. This is his life, this is where he lives, this is what he does. It's solid and grounded and real up until suddenly it can't possibly be real because familiar faces ghost their way in and that-

Makes things seem hazy. Wouldn't he want them here too? Wouldn't he wan them to enjoy this second chance at doing good, at being good? If North and Carolina show up that'll clinch it but that itch at the nape of his neck where Delta reacts to his agitation doesn't go away and his own habitat is too empty and quiet for his peace of mind.

Guitar on his back he drifts until he finds Locus' base. It's just like he said, pretty spartan. Familiar in the broad strokes while being wholly foreign and that- that's what York needs. He knocks (because that's what you do) and loiters, looking five kinds of out of place rocking back on his heels in civvies.
goddamngrenades: (Who me?)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2016-12-28 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey." He offers roughly thirty percent of his usual good humor and grin, the rest of him knotted up and slightly off center. He needs- well. This. Somewhere he couldn't have made up, someone he's never known before. Someone new. Someone with no interest in being anything but who they are and won't pick at him too bad for being odd at the moment. "Was kinda quiet at my place and I kinda...needed quiet somewhere else."

Here, if Locus lets him.
goddamngrenades: (i'm cute tho)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2016-12-28 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Well this is all very cozy." He manages some kind of quip because at this point it's somewhat expected. Even if all he wants to do is curl up somewhere no one else will look for him and just. Noodle around on the guitar for a bit. He finds the scarf an odd pop of color, incredibly out of place with the rest but-

Thoroughly endearing.

"Somebody made a new friend, huh?" It's easier to grin about this as he picks an unclaimed chair, guitar swinging around to settle on his lap.
goddamngrenades: (Who me?)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2016-12-28 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"A lady friend. Figures, women dig tall, dark, and handsome. Or in your case huge, built, and brooding." His nails tap lightly at the neck of his guitar as he flicks through possibilities and only comes up with a single possible woman with that kinda humor.

"Maybe she just likes you. I mean this is better than pulling pigtails." A beat. "Unless, for you, this IS pulling pigtails."
goddamngrenades: (hey gurl hey)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2016-12-28 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"If you want a wingman, man, say the word. I am great at that." Amazing if he did say so himself. A high success rate of getting bros at least a phonecall if not dinner after the fact.

"Of course taking her out for dinner or something while in armor could get a little awkward. Hard to eat through a helmet."
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[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2016-12-28 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Coffee, then. A beer? Casual platonic hangout things." His fingers flick and bend, coaxing out a low bass tune he'd been noodling around with whenever Locus was around. "You kinda need to get out more, I say hiding in your bunker."

Of the two of them he gets out plenty and technically this is getting out for him but right now, this is more than enough.
goddamngrenades: (this has got to lie down)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2016-12-28 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Associates or friends? Different flavors of koolaid there, locus." Relationships for business and for fun. Or refuge and grounding and all that stuff. It does make york drop his eyes to the strings he's been plucking, voice mild and casual when he asks.

"We're, what? Sparring partners, associates, or friends? Cuz only one of those makes falling asleep on you somewhat acceptable instead of mortifying."
goddamngrenades: (Who me?)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2016-12-28 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
The strumming stops there for a second. "I, uh. Thought Wash hauled my tired ass home."

Since Locus doesn't really do contact, and carrying is a lot of contact. Still that's... Good to know. He relaxes a little, the quiet tension easing. "Sorry 'bout that, by the way. Kinda pulled a few allnighters."
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[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2016-12-29 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, sorry." He sleeps hard when exhausted, and he'd been pretty damn worn out. Pleased but tired. Plenty of code done, plenty of gifts made.

"Really? Huh. You had things handled, why lurk? I mean I haven't really invited him over so maybe he was curious." The strumming resumes, an idle tune wandering through. "...You can, you know. Call me Taylor. My friends do."

The friends that know his name, anyway. Wash will probably always call him York and that's ok. Ish. Mostly.

He'll deal.
goddamngrenades: (you sound crazy)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2016-12-29 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
"...Okay I know Wash is a paranoid little shit more often than not and it's kept him alive but- why would he think you'd hurt me? We're sparring partners. If you wanted to hurt me you'd do it on the mat and call it an accident." That's how that shit went during the Project, that's not what's going on now. What the hell?

"He's not THAT protective of me." Is he? He isn't. "Just cuz he's the older one now-"

He sighs, grumbling at his guitar. "Damn timelines."
goddamngrenades: (you sound crazy)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2016-12-29 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"The war's over." Mostly, he knew that much, he was sure of that much, Wash was further ahead so it ought to be even more over unless the Innies started picking up new sets of armor or-

Shit that is no longer relevant to him on account of him having ducked down years ago and hidden.

And, well.

Being dead.

"You're gonna have to elaborate on that." Because as it stands it makes no fucking sense.
goddamngrenades: (Who me?)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2016-12-29 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"He has told me fuck and all about what comes after my point in the timeline." Except that everyone but he and Carolina are dead but Wash is on occasion a liar and they were trying to piss each other off, so.

Might be true, might not, even if he's pretty sure it's true he's not gonna mention it to...anyone.

That'll bite him later. "That's way out in the boonies, innit?"
goddamngrenades: (Who me?)

[personal profile] goddamngrenades 2016-12-29 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
The strumming continues- slower, milder, just something for his hands to do while he processes this. War mongering for, what? Potential war profiteering? Research? Tiny place way out of the way where no one will notice this shit going down?

"And then?" New variables for the overall equation, an already murky pattern that he's having a hard time putting together but he knows, bone deep, it doesn't end anywhere good.

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