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[anxious-katsudon]

“How am I supposed to get any work done when you look like that?”

Fluff Friday Starters | accepting

''Eh?''

Yuuri wiped the sweat off his brown after lowering his leg out of the stretch. ''Like what?'' He glanced down towards himself, suddenly feeling rather self-conscious about his work-out attire, and his flushed cheeks. ''I-I'm sorry?''

[anxious-katsudon]

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[cmdr-shepard]

Continued from x | @born-of-loss

''No, I -- I was just curious. It's not often you see humans here.'' Jane threw an easy grin Reina's way. ''Where are you from, originally? You seem very at ease here.''

[hisfasttemper]

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;; answered| CLOSED STARTER | @thunderbringer|

within all of the avengers, pietro always felt a divide between himself and one particular member. oddly enough, it wasn't stark, which was expected. but the peculiarly large 'god of thunder'.

what was there in common? nothing. a few enhanced abilities that humans could never possibly possess. only one was a god, the other withholding an enhanced mutation. even with that slight parallel, there was nothing else to work with.

and another element of surprise, was that pietro actually got ALONG with the estranged brother of thor. loki. not that he would ever DREAM to brag about that.

he found passing thor to be..intimidating. given the lateness and overwhelming FRAME the god had, pietro felt miniature beside him. and he hated to intimidated. by anything or anyone.

it was a rather quiet evening when pietro was approached by steve, informing him that he and thor were to be partnered mission that would last for the entirety of a week. he cursed.

was there NOBODY else he could go with?

with much needed encouragement from wanda, the speedster was encouraged to approach thor, just for...some reason. the next time he encountered him, he gave the god a simple tap on the bicep, along with clearing his throat.

"thor?"

[cmdr-shepard]

@ltalenk0​

‘‘We’re marines, Kaidan,’‘ Jane replied on a sigh, avoiding Kaidan’s warm eyes. ‘‘We have each other’s backs, that’s what we do. It’s not -’‘ 

Do it. Lie. Tell him it’s not personal!

But Jane couldn’t get the words out. She couldn’t convince herself anymore. Couldn’t lie well enough to herself to pretend she didn’t make sure Kaidan was covered during the field, no matter the cost to her own safety. Always. 

It was stupid. She knew that. But the thought of Kaidan taking that bullet... ‘’Besides, it was just a graze. Sniper would have hit you in the head. It was the right call to make.’’

It was the only call to make.  

[cmdr-shepard]

Is there anything you can’t do? | @ltalenk0​

‘‘I’m absolute crap in the kitchen,’‘ Jane quipped back, and she threw a grin Kaidan’s way. ‘‘Seriously, tried my hand at mom’s spaghetti recipe once, and almost burned down the place.’‘

Garrus’ voice piked up from underneath the Mako, followed by the Turian himself peaking out. ‘‘What’s ‘spaghetti’?’‘ 

‘‘Noodles. Thin, long. Wriggly. You cook and eat them. If you don’t burn them to a crisp.’‘ 

Garrus’ face did something funny before he pulled himself back underneath to fix the damage Jane had done whilst driving, and Jane chuckled. 

Today was a good day - Liara was already holed up in her little den, peering over the Protean data discs they had found, barely waiting for the Mako to make a full stop before she was off. They hadn’t run into trouble - for once - and most of their time driving had been trading stories back and forth. Old assignments, mostly, and sure, Jane had been boasting at some of them. Just a little. 

‘‘And what about yourself, lieutenant?’‘ She placed her helmet on top of her locker, nodding towards Wrex and Ashley as they walked past them. ‘‘What’s your weakness?’‘

[zlodeyski-blog]

"It's nothing too exciting; an escort op, a very low radar op. It's not meant to test you... It's, an... Initiation."     He hated this tone she was using; this woman before him, his handler, she had never been kind through the last year of their 'relationship', always strict and deliberately straight to the point. So this tone of hers, this motherly tone she was using to describe something that was all too well clear to him was, at the very least, unsettling. Teeth would grind as his jaw tightened ever so slightly, his gaze shifting from cold green hues to the vanilla hue of the fold in what were petite and almost fragile claws.                   "Initiation..." An underline ring of annoyance could be heard as he repeated the last spoken word, features remaining somewhat detached as they rolled their way around and away from her. Right hand raising to grab at the back of his neck, fingers dragging at his flesh before sliding away to his side and taking the object from her.   'Because the last year wasn't 'initiation' worthy apparently.'          Lips almost parted to speak those very words, but he would bite down on his silver tongue for the time being. Flipping the folder open his gaze settled upon the freshly printed reports and to his surprise; not a line of thick, black ink laid atop a single centimeter of space. Blue eyes would flick upwards, staring at her from a titled angle. There was a smile on her lips, one that brought back that shred of unsettling sensation from moments before.       "A U.S. Government Agent, that's who I'm escorting?"

   Three hours would pass before he'd return his gaze to the still fresh folder as he sat comfortably in the back of an unmarked car, rereading the details he had been given with some vague sense of boredom. His handler had been correct; it wasn't an exciting op, on paper at least, but he was hoping something would go array on the ride through. The C.I.A. had tracked themselves a fugitive, from U.S. soil, across the pond into England; where they had ran into M.I.6 only to be delayed briefly as the fugitive fled into the Ukraine and finally across the tundra that was Russia to settle in Moscow. Quite the trip for someone on the run, someone who was supposedly; a low threat fugitive. This sparked a few red lights for him, a fugitive on the run, crossing several thousand miles to reach what would be his final destination, Russia being quite the large country to get lost in, but to come to Moscow, it's capital. That was somewhat odd.     His ride would come to a somewhat abrupt halt, forcing his thoughts away as his attention turned to the sudden jolt of the car's faulty breaks.    "A little warning next time?"   Out of the car before his drive could utter a retort, Adrik would stretch his limbs as he climbed out, only for his outstretched limbs to fold back in upon his chest at the cold breeze settling in the air. The short blizzard of the night before had blanketed the streets, the buildings and even the people in a thick layer of snow, and while the harsh winds and storms brought upon by the blizzard had moved on, the cold chill still lingered. A thick puff of breath would escape from slender lips and he'd step away from the car, door shutting behind him, a brief pause would be made of course, contemplating whether or not to simply return to the warmth of his vehicle. Legs would carry him forward however, past the entrance of the large and dense city and into the many winding streets that Moscow had.    A small, unnamed and yet distinguishable pub sat atop a rather large and empty cellar, one that's only access was through an old, faded red door just yards away from the glass frames of the pubs entrance. A red bike with it's front wheel placed pointed rather oddly towards it, behind it's back tire was another red object; a crate with three empty bottles and an empty and crushed can. Those that passed by were oblivious to the meaning behind these details, but to someone holding a note that ever so kindly labeled the oddity before them understood that this door, was the intended rendezvous. So, when the door opened after a brief and layered knock, the Russian agent would find himself waiting for the second intended guest.