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agentofthenorth replied to your post: because you like similar fandoms as me, philip...
Fite me
I was gonna, but then I saw you rp him surviving, and I got too much respect
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“Hey, North?”
The call for the other Freelancer’s attention held a slight tentative edge to it as Wash made his approach to where the other was seated. As was usual for him, he was fully armored, including his helmet, despite the fact that he was scheduled for no missions nor training for the day. At this point, it was largely out of habit, but also a want to be prepared at all times in the event that something happened. Could never be sure of what to expect in the middle of war, after all.
Sliding into the seat across from North at his table in the mess hall, the younger freelancer cast a glance around them. All things considered, the place was relatively empty -- just a few people scattered across tables here and there. ...Not that it really mattered, he wasn’t about to discuss anything of a sensitive nature, just... he maybe felt a bit awkward about it. Why? Well, there probably wasn’t really any reason to, but given everyone else on the team had an area that they specialized in while he just sort of did a bit of everything, Wash was a bit self-conscious about coming to the others for help.
“I was wondering if you might be able to, uh... To help me work on my skills with a sniper rifle?” Only as the question was raised did Wash turn his gaze back onto his friend, his expression somewhat sheepish behind his visor. It couldn’t be seen, but was relatively easy to gather from the tone of his voice. “Just like, give me a few tips, or something? --Only if you’re not busy, obviously.”
because you like similar fandoms as me, philip winchester as agent north dakota ;)
this headcanon has plagued my heart and soul for years, how dare you come into my inbox and rekindle this flame you monster
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[Text: Purple One #1]: can you lose my number please
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“I think it’s wonderful, baby brother.” She passes him a box that’s been crudely wrapped in brown paper. There’s a roughed up ribbon sitting on top of it, and it’s falling off easy. Yes, South did steal it off someone else’s present. No big deal.
“Merry Christmas.”
South awakes to find a flamethrower tucked neatly against her bed. There's a note from North, "Pancakes in the mess, then we're testing this bad boy out. Love, your OLDER brother, North."
She grins wildly at the flamethrower. Of course her brother would know what she likes. He’d be a fool to think he got the first turn, but of course South would try it with him. The flamethrower was pushed gently to her bed, attempting to hide it while she went down to the mess.
“Our threats are far from hollow.”
“They never are, are they?” South gives a little smirk and looks up at him.
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North just breathed a sigh of relief
{ The gold of his visor flashed as he snapped his gaze to the other man, growl spiking into a snarl. He’s not sure which is more pathetic; the fact that North practically admitted that he values himself over his sister, or the fact that he thinks that he’s SAFE from Meta. }