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firecrxckerandy‌:

Niall chuckled for a moment, closing both eyes while doing it and shaking his head, he then scratched the back of his head as getting a little embarrassed with something but keeping the conversation. “ — I don’t know, maybe? I never heard anyone using the word savagery with me honestly.” He grinned and looked down for a second. “ — How could I be dissing you if I never saw you naked? But wait, you’re saying that your little friend there look like that thing too?”

“—well, it is fat. But sad and alone,” Hal nodded in feigned certainty, shrugging on it with a kind of easiness that seemed to taunt at Hutch’s otherwise bashful reservations ————- maybe it could be a goad enough to have him loosen up a bit more; granted that they are out of the precinct. “But if you wanna make sure, I won’t stop you… you just have to buy me dinner first—” he teased on as he huffed through his chuckled and began to look around the street.

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firecrxckerandy‌:

Niall’s cheeks went a little blushed when asked about the white thing, he scratched the back of his head while feeling embarrassed to say anything an just trying to put words out. “ — Well… I don’t like saying the actually name in public spaces.” He replied with his voice shaking a little. “ — His dick looked like… one of snow white dwarfs… small and fat, and looking sad cause he’s alone.”

It was more on the surprise than actual judgement that Hal found himself humming into a sudden pause --------- really, it was something that he might have found a tad bit more believable if their job wasn't as gritty; not in the name of machismo, but it wasn’t like they spend their days singing to children or leading the cub scouts. And yet, someone among them sounds just like it. Kai just chuckled then, even more curious.

“ --------- well, looks like you make up for it with savagery at least. I’m relieved, actually...” he nodded, broad form swelling in a huff as the cold air weighed onto them. “I mean, I checked out two over three boxes on that list and for a moment, I was afraid that you might be actually dissing me.”

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kieranwheeler‌:

Suffice to say, it was just a little embarrassing to be in his current position. Maybe more than just a little. Kieran assumed that, at some point, the whole parenting thing would suddenly fall in to place and it would make sense, so that he was less him, and more like so many of the other parents he knew. Hopefully at least. because right now it was all just up in the air and he didn’t have a damn clue how to cope with any of it. Frazzled was an understatement. At least Hal’s hands on his shoulders had him stopping for long enough to breath, blue hues flickering to meet the older man’s.

“The whole baby and working thing feels more like a rollercoaster than any theme park I’ve ever visited.” He’d only been back a few weeks at most, needing… a while to sort everything out at home. Sort of who was going to be watching Trent, trying to figure out far too much. “Which isn’t helped by my son deciding that, yes, he was going to use various… Let’s just say I wasn’t intending on this shirt. Or pants. How can they make so much me- that is very much besides the point.”

And there it is ————- broad shoulders slumped into a slight ease as he gave Wheeler another pat on the shoulder before he pulled the other as if a nudge to encourage him to start marching on just mere minutes before the shift briefing begins. Well, maybe he got some bit of slack given that he’s from forensics but it’s better to be sure. God knows how frazzled he might still be—and it was easily one of the reasons why couldn’t find it in himself to complain that much. At least he was wrestling with his own shit alone and without nothing much to worry about but himself. And with Rosey having one on the way, there was definitely room to admire the both of them for really pushing on.

“—it didn’t involve taking a shit, right?” Hal hummed. Okay. Honestly, he knew better. But still, maybe Kieran won that side of the battlefield and maybe it’s worth waving a cheer flag for.

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mrbrightsad

“ — I’m the worst on flirting dude, believe me!” Niall was having his typical late night coffee before going home to his dog and TV, while walking down the streets with a friend. “ — Just so you could have an idea, two days ago a guy sent me a picture of his dick on grindr and that white thing coming out of it, and asked me ‘damn boi what you gonna do with all this dessert?’ and I responded that I would probaby report it to the FDA for traces of food poisining, so… he blocked me. Guess he didn’t liked a joke.”

halkahue-blog

An easy huff of a snort got Hal’s chest to hitch in turn the moment Hutch got to the punchline. Admittedly, the banter was funny that for a moment, Hal was tempted to think about having himself in there to see what kind of crazy talks sprout from out of the blue. Though still, a frown came as a wrinkle at his brows as he looked to the other—to see some semblance of some playfulness that he hope he could find. “But seriously... that white thing?” he finally asked, his chest then swelling through a hum as the frigid air weighed on more within the roll of the late hours.

“---------what does his dick look like? A can of Easywhip?”

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thirat-atthiraride

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lovelorngus

There was every chance this was going to be the morning he broke down on his way to work. Three shirts. Twice to vomit, once to the other end. How could one tiny human being create so much… Beyond that, however, he was now running late, which was how he wound up nearly slamming in to the other outside of the precinct. “Sorry, sorry, head’s not here, you’re okay, right?” The words’ were faster than he intended, barely registering the collision at first himself. Luckily, he hadn’t also crushed his coffee between them. Well, he said coffee. It was basically just caffeine with milk, but still.

halkahue-blog

Takes a lot to hurt him — or make him nudge. But with the errant conviction that came from that march, Hal certainly did feel the moment he the other made a head long collision against the expanse of his wide back. He was just as quick to turn — and just as quick to recognize the other even if his face was marred with a kind of a frazzle that everyone probably had the chance of wearing. Shit, even Hal has had his fair share of messy mornings. That where the other’s hand came raised as if a coax to steady Hal on his spot, he replied with a grasp at Kieran’s shoulder as he sought the other’s gaze as if he was reeling him in to focus.

“I should be asking that question,” Hal huffed a sympathetic chuckle as he tilted his head at the other as his brows wrinkled in concern. “ --------- it’s like you spent the night in Six Flags then decided the last minute that today is a Monday.”

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scottcarson‌:

Scott was not used to airing his dirty laundry and wasn’t going to start today so he composed himself pretty quick. “There’s always a reason to drink.” He shrugged. “Don’t worry about it, I’m just complaining to hear myself complain.” Scott knew if he sat down and focused the paperwork would be done in a few hours, his mind has just been jumbled lately, the drinking didn’t help that but it did help to keep his morale high.

“—makes two of us,” Hal hummed, his smile wider; some playful taunt at the other from that one admission -------- he’d blame being away, or maybe not putting much thought into it… or simply reality itself. Hal couldn’t really remember their Lieutenant blatantly rant and complain—it was actually one of the things that Hal respected and admired when it came to the other until shit smacked his head into perspective --------- though not to Carson’s expense. Curse. Complain. In a way, it’s a fight against the blur. Still, Hal wouldn’t push his Lieutenant if he didn’t want to—or just for that matter at least.

“But you can tell me all about your vacation,” Hal chuckled, taking another short swig. “Did you see new places? Met new people? Learned new things?

--------- actually and finally got laid?”

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scottcarson‌:

“I just feel like the season has been making days harder. The amount of paperwork I have to do is crazy. I’ve been up to my neck with it and I’m not even halfway done with Decembers. I should have never gone on vacation.” He laughed to himself taking another sip of his drink, he wasn’t lying his car had bundles of paperwork he took home to finish but here he was sitting at the bar. “If I don’t get this paperwork done I might be dead in the next few weeks.” He joked

That it did. In an instant Hal’s mind quickly latched into the recent memory of the New Year’s day fire in the Guaranty—a thought that was quickly drowned with another swig from his beer as he threw a look of a slight frown at his superior. “—and here I thought you were drinking for victory,” Hal snorted, more of the kind of sympathy that he could express than actual mockery. They were in the same boat after all. Ever since Hal came back from his mission, he’d been somewhat willing to do paperwork. “Are they something that you could ask some help for with?”

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Scott finished another ten-hour work shift and had been ready to hit the bar for the last nine. After a quick stop to his city loft to shower and change out of his uniform, he was swiftly on his way to the local bar. You could catch him there most nights out of the week nursing on a beer or scotch. Scott approached the bar fairly quick due to traffic in the city being light, parking his car and walking into the bar he found his usual spot and gave a gentle smile to the bartender who poured his usual scotch with one big ice cube in it, he was indeed becoming predictable but he shrugged and took a sip of his drink.

“What a day.” He groaned intending to start a conversation with anyone in earshot.

halkahue-blog

Turning aside, familiar face sparked an easy enough of a smile from Hal’s lips as he downed on his second beer. Hal never really saw himself as a delinquent in the office—heck, it was actually the reason why he was right then and there, nursing on his drink slowly like he was trying to catch up with the world that passed him by with how he pushed himself in his work. But even then, he wasn’t as stringent—that with how their Lieutenant found a spot beside him, Hal was more than welcoming without seizing up… especially not when there was common ground to be found beyond the badges they have.

“To think that the season should’ve been making the days shorter—” Hal snorted as he took a small swig and pushed the bowl of pretzels to offer to the other. “--------- but hey, you’re still alive, LT. Probably half-dead, but the other half is the point.”

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julian-dawson‌:

Julian smiled and nodded at Hal’s observation. The firefighter spent time climbing ropes, ladders, and on occasion the walls with plastic grips to emulate a rock wall, but he craved the feeling of dirt and rock beneath his hands and powering his way up a real rock face. Julian wanted to brave the elements and by virtue of his own strength reach the top of some cliff with a view to reward his labor. There had to be someplace they could do that nearby.

“I’ve only rock climbed twice– the real deal, I mean. I went to Colorado with a cousin of mine on a couple of occasions. There’s rock walls here we can go to though. Those I’ve been climbing for years, but I haven’t in a while. Probably not in the last two years or so… Just been busy, I guess,” he said, shrugging and taking another sip of his drink. He set the glass aside and glanced at Hal. “You ever done it?”

Admission came in a pensive wince before Hal finally shook his head. “Nah—” he began, taking a lazy sip and hummed on when he felt that trickle of the whiskey goad his buzz further into its wooing comfort that he let out another gentle sigh and heaved back into a slight jerk of a shrug as he pulled at his thoughts. “—I’ve always been a literal down low guy… even back in Oregon I lived by the beach…” he hummed, his mind quickly latching onto that nag that thrummed like some old song. Not the best time, but it was still there—sand on his feet, salt in the air, and the rolling waters that crashed against the wide cast shore that was as gray as the sky but just as cozy. Then rocks. Then to the hills --------- Hal’s lips curled into a smile then.

“My usual past time is hiking—I mean, you don’t have much going on in some small town up in the Pacific Northwest,” he continued on to trail along his own words, his voice easing off into something more disappointed yet wearily amused. “—then you come down to the city and all of a sudden you wanna hike again,” he snorted, mirroring Julian’s own longing as he held his glass for a swirl and a shrug. “But hey, at least I could say you didn’t lose the arm for it at all—” he grinned as he casually reached to give Julian’s bicep a feel. “ ---------- too much ladders to climb and doors to pull at,” Hal finally veered away to slump back against the counter and nurse his drink