[The time has come for Carolina to share a gift. She's received a pancham egg from York and learned of his fletchling-- so now the circle of egg trades must be completed. She heads for North's room and knocks-- a courtesy denied York.]
North! It's me, open up.
[.......well he gets the courtesy of a knock, at least.]
[North comes to the door with Togepi cradled in the crook of his arm, the baby pokemon watching Carolina closely and nibbling at a cookie. His trainer is wearing the sleepy-eyed smile that's pretty much painted on his face by now.]
[Did North know rooming with York would not only be cost-efficient but bump up the real estate value? This is a PRIME VIEW he's getting here as York exits the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his hips. York beelines straight for the coffee instead of his clean clothes, even. Enjoy.
He's got a fantastic collection of new scars since the good old days of the Project: knife wounds, many of them, and gunshots that winged him as he made an escape from a heist gone pear-shaped. But the freshest are the puckered bullet scars going straight through his side and out his chest, right where he couldn't have seen the shots coming.]
[If you drew a venn diagram of "reasons why North was uncomfortable with the idea of rooming with York" and "reasons why North certainly wouldn't say no to rooming with York, this. This right here. This would take up the entire intersection of the circles. North's already awake with a cup of coffee (did he even really sleep we just don't know), but he definitely drags his sleepy eyes over the sight of a mostly-naked York very appreciatively, hiding a half-smile behind his coffee cup.
The new scars bring his libido to heel, however, and his brow furrows a little looking at them. He's been taking pains to keep a shirt on since York barged his way into North's privacy, his own pale chest a patchwork of scars from both the Project and after, including an ugly purple scar right underneath his ribs and to the left, right where the gap was in his armor.]
[York hums idly as he pours himself a cup, savors the scent for a moment, and then sets it aside on the bedside table so he can get dressed.]
Sleep okay?
[As if he doesn't know. York doesn't sleep much these days, either, though. Wakes himself up with a jerk every time he starts nodding off, only to fall into a restless slumber light as a spider thread for a couple hours at a time. Useful if he needs to wake a guy up from nightmares; not so great for York himself, but he seems fine when he's awake.
Anyway, he turns away to pull his boxers and new jeans on.]
[York seems to have caught North at a bad time, given that North is lying on his bed on his stomach, propped up on his elbows playing peek-a-boo with Rascal.
And even though he pauses the game to look at the door when York walks in, he can't get up because Rosa is napping on the small of his back.]
[Oh no, sleepy flower baby. York comes over to the bed and eases down onto his stomach next to North, lowers his voice. After waving hi to Rascal, of course.]
Not exactly. I mean, I guess it's probably happening today, but it's going on all month, from what I understand.
[Delta Two hops up onto the bed, too, and arranges herself on her stomach just like everyone else, blinking a greeting to Rascal.]
Soooo there's a spooky Halloween carnival going on a couple towns over. Haunted house, candy, fair games. That kind of thing.
[It's the weekend, their work shifts have all ended for the night, and it's fairly tranquil. Delta Two's reading lesson is over, most of their Pokémon are in their balls or asleep, and York is...
Thinking.
It's not really obvious, not at first, with it having been so calmly quiet beforehand anyway, but his hands aren't busy and he's not filling the companionable silence with inane banter. No, he's just watching North, hand on his chin. Thinking. That's all.
Which is sometimes a dangerous sign, when it comes to York.]
[North doesn't seem to be paying much attention, brow furrowed over the copy of Lapras Shrugged that he'd picked up at a secondhand store, chewing on the inside of the corner of his lips in concentration.
The silence is companionable, and North has always been quiet enough that he barely notices that York isn't filling it.]
York glances away, but only for a moment, to confirm Carolina's position in the room, to affirm something for himself. Thus assured, he reaches over to put a hand on the top edge of North's book and lightly push down, still without speaking.
oh im ok cant complain i mean i could always bitch endlessly about the weather but i sort of lose interest in that about halfway through typing the first word so theres not that much to mine from that even for ironic purposes anyway when you say partners do you mean like PARTNERS or i dunno or what i guess
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North! It's me, open up.
[.......well he gets the courtesy of a knock, at least.]
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I brought something for you.
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He's got a fantastic collection of new scars since the good old days of the Project: knife wounds, many of them, and gunshots that winged him as he made an escape from a heist gone pear-shaped. But the freshest are the puckered bullet scars going straight through his side and out his chest, right where he couldn't have seen the shots coming.]
Mornin', dude.
[It's evening. Night shift life is gr8.]
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The new scars bring his libido to heel, however, and his brow furrows a little looking at them. He's been taking pains to keep a shirt on since York barged his way into North's privacy, his own pale chest a patchwork of scars from both the Project and after, including an ugly purple scar right underneath his ribs and to the left, right where the gap was in his armor.]
Mornin'.
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Sleep okay?
[As if he doesn't know. York doesn't sleep much these days, either, though. Wakes himself up with a jerk every time he starts nodding off, only to fall into a restless slumber light as a spider thread for a couple hours at a time. Useful if he needs to wake a guy up from nightmares; not so great for York himself, but he seems fine when he's awake.
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Hey, North! Did Carolina ask you about the thing yet?
[York looks pretty hype about it, whatever it is.]
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And even though he pauses the game to look at the door when York walks in, he can't get up because Rosa is napping on the small of his back.]
Is it a thing that happened today?
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Not exactly. I mean, I guess it's probably happening today, but it's going on all month, from what I understand.
[Delta Two hops up onto the bed, too, and arranges herself on her stomach just like everyone else, blinking a greeting to Rascal.]
Soooo there's a spooky Halloween carnival going on a couple towns over. Haunted house, candy, fair games. That kind of thing.
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Thinking.
It's not really obvious, not at first, with it having been so calmly quiet beforehand anyway, but his hands aren't busy and he's not filling the companionable silence with inane banter. No, he's just watching North, hand on his chin. Thinking. That's all.
Which is sometimes a dangerous sign, when it comes to York.]
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The silence is companionable, and North has always been quiet enough that he barely notices that York isn't filling it.]
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York glances away, but only for a moment, to confirm Carolina's position in the room, to affirm something for himself. Thus assured, he reaches over to put a hand on the top edge of North's book and lightly push down, still without speaking.
Hey. Hey. Pay attention to me, dude.]
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when you said you were looking for gifts for your partners
was one of them carolina?
this is dave by the way
member of the estranged twin club
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How have you been doing, Dave?
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cant complain
i mean i could always bitch endlessly about the weather but i sort of lose interest in that about halfway through typing the first word so theres not that much to mine from that even for ironic purposes
anyway when you say partners
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I have something I want to do but I think it would work better if a Breeder handled it, so I was wondering if you could help me out.
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Of course buddy, what's up?
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He says he's from the Sarcophagus mission.
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[So he doesn't remember killing me.]
I appreciate the heads up, York, thanks.
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