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He shoves him right back and shakes his head. “Nah,” he lies, easy as breathing. He’s not about to admit that shit to his twin. “Anyone who passes you up is an idiot though. First rate.”
"Well it's good to know you just told me somthing I already knew... Of course your an idiot." The brunet scoffs, folding burly arms over his chest. Part of him hopes Bones' stupidity would make him ignore the statement, if not, then at least he'd undersyand where they stood on the matter. "-An to think, I was tryin' to save myself too..."
readyforyours
You’re not serious – are you?” He looks at him, not entirely sure what to say. He’s honestly at a loss. If his twin’s not bullshitting him, then… What the actual fuck?
Sleeper just shrugs, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck as he leans back against the kitchen counter. “I’m moderately serious, or as serious as one can be when they’ve just told their younger brother that they’ve never had sex.” Another shrug, accompanied by an awkward expression.
He pauses and stares at him for a moment before it fully registers he’s being a dick. “What,” he wins finally, trying to ease the tension. “No one around worth you time, got shot?” He leans in, bumping their shoulders together.
"There are certainly people worth my time, apparently I'm not worth theirs." He bumps back, more of a shove really, but then, when had Sleeper ever been gentle with him? "Why? Got someone in mind, brat?" Brock grumbles, reaching out to ruffle the kid's hair.
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You’re not serious – are you?” He looks at him, not entirely sure what to say. He’s honestly at a loss. If his twin’s not bullshitting him, then… What the actual fuck?
Sleeper just shrugs, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck as he leans back against the kitchen counter. “I’m moderately serious, or as serious as one can be when they’ve just told their younger brother that they’ve never had sex.” Another shrug, accompanied by an awkward expression.
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Jack stuck his head past the door frame, "Head you needed something?" (notxhisxbitch)
notxhisxbitch—–
There are few things Brock asks for when off-mission, and Jack should know full well that one of them is peace and quiet. His lips pull into a mocking grimmace, hazel hues flicking over to the man in question as he quietly lowers the gun he’d been etching scratches into. “Depends on what you think it is I need, Rolo.” The words leave him bitter, slurred, a half-assed ‘fuck off’, though when did the man ever heed his warnings?
“Make it snappy before etch something into your hide too.”
A quirk of his brow signifies the brunet is listening, albeit halfheartedly, eyeing the taller man for a long moment. It wasn't as though there was no reason to scratch up his gun, more over that it was a past-time that kept Rumlow from scratching up himself, not that Jack needed to know that anyway. "Good," he grumbles, scooting over to offer the other a more comfortable seat on the end of his bed as the agent lets his head thump back against the wall. "Dunno why Pierce would even consider the kid if she can't fill out a form like that, it's simple logic."
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Jack stuck his head past the door frame, "Head you needed something?" (notxhisxbitch)
notxhisxbitch—–
There are few things Brock asks for when off-mission, and Jack should know full well that one of them is peace and quiet. His lips pull into a mocking grimmace, hazel hues flicking over to the man in question as he quietly lowers the gun he’d been etching scratches into. “Depends on what you think it is I need, Rolo.” The words leave him bitter, slurred, a half-assed ‘fuck off’, though when did the man ever heed his warnings?
“Make it snappy before etch something into your hide too.”
Christ, gets in more moods than Pierce. “Think you need a personality adjustment, but can’t imagine the HMO covers that.”
He steps in fully, doesn’t bother glancing at Brock’s current past time. Even if he heard wrong, not like he doesn’t have some shit for STRIKE’s first to deal with, “Much fun as that sounds, the new kid fucked up her debrief forms. Got HR in a fit and ready to dock her for the next mission lest you feel like throwing some weight around.”
Now that just earns him a scoffed laugh as Brock sheathes the knife again and tosses his gun to the end of his bed, taking the time to sit himself up and actually face the man. “Let ‘em, didn’t like her anyway,” he replies simply, lowly, shrugging and scooting himself back to lean broad shoulders again the wall and fold burly arms over his chest. “Her fault, she needs to learn to accept the consequences. Besides, I ain’t gonna write her a manual for writing this shit out; STRIKE 1 is the best of the best, if she can’t handle that, then I suggest you forget about her. What are you, her father or some shit?”
Perhaps it was a little cruel, but truth be told, living up to the team’s standards meant living up to Brock’s, and more so, Pierce’s. “Any other damsels in distress you want me to rescue?”