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[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! 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.]
What's up?
What's up?
[Smiling, Carolina can't help but regard Togepi with an affectionate chuckle. North has quite taken to the role of dad again.]
I brought something for you.
[She holds the egg up between her palms by the top and bottom.]
I brought something for you.
[She holds the egg up between her palms by the top and bottom.]
[North's eyes widen when he sees the big brown egg being held up to him. He doesn't reach out to take it yet (for one thing, he only has one hand free).]
...For me?
...For me?
Who else?
[Carolina's grin is bright and sunny.]
I figured you might be in the market for one of these, so I picked it up.
[Carolina's grin is bright and sunny.]
I figured you might be in the market for one of these, so I picked it up.
[It's clear that he's not really used to people blatantly thinking of him, let alone just giving him things, given the way that his pale complexion has started to betray him with a pink blush along his cheekbones and back to his ears.
Looking at it closer, he notices the pattern of tan and brown on the shell, remembers passing it over as a possibility in lieu of getting the Fletchling for York.]
Is... is this an Eevee?
[He asks, as he reaches out to take it carefully with his free arm (and Rascal watches the egg trade hands with a little bit of jealousy, but mostly curiosity). How dad does he look standing there with an egg cradled in one arm and a little egg pokemon cradled in the other, Carolina?]
This is so thoughtful, Carolina, thank you. I love it.
Looking at it closer, he notices the pattern of tan and brown on the shell, remembers passing it over as a possibility in lieu of getting the Fletchling for York.]
Is... is this an Eevee?
[He asks, as he reaches out to take it carefully with his free arm (and Rascal watches the egg trade hands with a little bit of jealousy, but mostly curiosity). How dad does he look standing there with an egg cradled in one arm and a little egg pokemon cradled in the other, Carolina?]
This is so thoughtful, Carolina, thank you. I love it.
That's right. One of the ones that evolves into a fairy-type.
[See, North? Shesnoops pays attention.
He looks. So dad. She drinks in the image with a little chuckle, nodding.]
Glad you like it.
[See, North? She
He looks. So dad. She drinks in the image with a little chuckle, nodding.]
Glad you like it.
[He looks at the egg and then looks back at her, a sly look on his face.]
Now I owe you one.
Now I owe you one.
Is that how it is now? Or are we starting a new count?
[She returns his look with a smile of her own, crossing her arms and leaning back a little, pose all swagger.]
[She returns his look with a smile of her own, crossing her arms and leaning back a little, pose all swagger.]
Are you saying this makes us square for something?
[Because he doesn't remember you owing him a thing.]
[Because he doesn't remember you owing him a thing.]
[...She clears her throat. For some reason, Church's voice echoes in her head. Loosen up? Too loose, apparently. Right. Joke game too lame today.]
N-no, mm. Not that I can remember. Nevermind.
[SO.]
Right. I ah, also came to ask how you've been doing.
N-no, mm. Not that I can remember. Nevermind.
[SO.]
Right. I ah, also came to ask how you've been doing.
[Sorry boss sometimes he is the No Fun guy.......]
...How I've been doing? I've got to say this wasn't really what I expected to happen after-
I mean, but I'm fine. Really.
...How I've been doing? I've got to say this wasn't really what I expected to happen after-
I mean, but I'm fine. Really.
...Well, if it makes you feel better, I didn't expect it, either.
[She should be with her boys. Not playing Darwinist Cockfighting.]
But... let me know if you need anything.
[She should be with her boys. Not playing Darwinist Cockfighting.]
But... let me know if you need anything.
[Nothing wrong with a little darwinist cockfighting]
Same goes for you, you know. You can lean on me too.
Same goes for you, you know. You can lean on me too.
Can always count on North Dakota.
[With a gentle, friendly shoulder-punch, Carolina gives North a smile. So smooth. Just like old times.
But she's gotten used to cat herding the sim soldiers, not so much traveling with old friends, so she seems just slightly hesitant.]
So, what plans do you have for Cherrygrove so far?
[With a gentle, friendly shoulder-punch, Carolina gives North a smile. So smooth. Just like old times.
But she's gotten used to cat herding the sim soldiers, not so much traveling with old friends, so she seems just slightly hesitant.]
So, what plans do you have for Cherrygrove so far?
[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.]
Mornin', dude.
[It's evening. Night shift life is gr8.]
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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[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.]
Mornin'.
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'.
[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.]
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.]
[The question about his plans takes him by surprise, because he didn't actually have any.]
...I don't know. Get a little bit of a buffer funds-wise, stock up for the next leg. From what I can tell from the map, the next city's at least twice as far as this one was, which means we'll be in the woods a while.
...I don't know. Get a little bit of a buffer funds-wise, stock up for the next leg. From what I can tell from the map, the next city's at least twice as far as this one was, which means we'll be in the woods a while.
You know.
[His eyes are glued to the peek of York's hipbone that he gets when the towel slips, the glimpse of bronzed upper ass before the boxers eclipse that stupid, sexy moon.
If he's not going to say anything, the least he can do is enjoy the view.]
I get off at 3 tonight. How about you?
[His eyes are glued to the peek of York's hipbone that he gets when the towel slips, the glimpse of bronzed upper ass before the boxers eclipse that stupid, sexy moon.
If he's not going to say anything, the least he can do is enjoy the view.]
I get off at 3 tonight. How about you?
Twice as far, huh?
Guess we'll need the time for training, anyway. [Because hell yeah, Carolina's training.]
Looks like we're all on the same page.
Guess we'll need the time for training, anyway. [Because hell yeah, Carolina's training.]
Looks like we're all on the same page.
[York remains utterly oblivious to the gaze on his ass. If he were aware, maybe he wouldn't put his shirt on; what Freelancer doesn't love an audience? But, alas, he is not, and his back muscles disappear under cotton. Farewell, shoulder blades. Au revoir, obliques.]
Little earlier than that. [He returns to his coffee. Mm, coffee.] Figured I could get a little training of my own done before you two finish up. Or maybe I could go bother you at your job, that sounds fun. Door's always open, right?
Little earlier than that. [He returns to his coffee. Mm, coffee.] Figured I could get a little training of my own done before you two finish up. Or maybe I could go bother you at your job, that sounds fun. Door's always open, right?
Yeah, I'm also going to see if I can find a better way to carry my team.
[Obviously, cute as it is, this two-arm strategy isn't going to be a long-term solution.]
Like a wagon or a bigger backpack.
[Obviously, cute as it is, this two-arm strategy isn't going to be a long-term solution.]
Like a wagon or a bigger backpack.
[Sighhhhh. Au revoir, beautiful steamy tanned skin.
North crosses his legs and casually adjusts the crotch of his overalls.]
It's the Pokemon Center, of course it is. I don't know how much of me you'll see, though. Usually I'm back in the back with the patients.
[Nurse Joy has come to love his calm attitude and unshakable strength when it comes to holding some of the more nervous patients still.]
North crosses his legs and casually adjusts the crotch of his overalls.]
It's the Pokemon Center, of course it is. I don't know how much of me you'll see, though. Usually I'm back in the back with the patients.
[Nurse Joy has come to love his calm attitude and unshakable strength when it comes to holding some of the more nervous patients still.]
...Yeah. We'll see what we can do about that.
[She has to chuckle a little.]
Guess that's the downside to a few eggs. At least it won't be too long for it to hatch.
[She has to chuckle a little.]
Guess that's the downside to a few eggs. At least it won't be too long for it to hatch.
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