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belxspeak replied to your post: belxspeak replied to your post: ...
Cue the little android running at full speed and jumping into his arms.
Sarge has a big grin as he catches her and spins around. “Whoa, yer gettin’ big! Have ya gotten taller?”
@belxspeak replied to your post: ❝ —Where did you even get that ? ❞
“It was next to the biochemistry books and engineering studies.”
❝ Of course it was. ❞
The eight year old blinks, shrugging a little. "I was looking for the natural history museum and some weird guy in a baseball hat was following me." She looks the man over. "You have a good muscle mass, and could probably crush his skull, so I'm staying with you."
Well that is... so not what he had been expecting to hear. But okay, sure. Tucker glances around, looking for the creep in question, brow furrowing. No sign of him, but if this kid is being followed, he’s definitely not leaving her alone. He nods. “Alright, sure. I haven’t crushed a whole lot of skulls but fu--I mean, frick, I probably could.”
Straightening up again, he hesitates before offering her his hand. “C’mon, I think the history museum is down this way. Shouldn’t have to miss it just cause some ass--jerk is following you.”
"10/10 easy to get what I want from. <3"
“Oh, you shush.”
How does Tucker find himself with a ginger kid? Who knows. But she found him, and he looks safe.
Tucker blinks at the kid, brow furrowing. He glances around, trying to figure out if there’s anyone nearby who should be watching her. It doesn’t look like it. After hesitating for a moment, he drops to one knee to get closer to her eye level.
“Uh, hey kid. Are you lost?”
[imagine amelia getting arrested and handed over to him...]
He’s not terribly suited to being a police chief. When the insurrectionists launcher their attack early, many pillars of the colonial community were torn down as they were killed in the battle. Marcus had been laying low in a safehouse until the attack was launched, and so when the battle finished raging in the capital, it was up to him as the ranking officer to bring order to the planet.
Taking over in a military police role, he had taken to an iron-fisted rule, executing rebels and sympathizers nearly extra-judicially and taking to long interrogations of other petty criminals. One woman came into the interrogation room, and so he sat across form her, smelling of cordite, his armor covered in a thick layer of burned black material after a molotov cocktail had shattered across his armor. He says nothing, staring at her through his depolarized visor.
“So. What are you here for?”
"Are you and Mister Simmons ever gonna get married?"
“That’s up to Mister Simmons. I hope some day it happens.”
belxspeak replied to your post: Amelia will give a squeal when she's snatched up...
Cue even more pouting till she’s set down and the girl is put down. “Tex never asks for help.”
Wash will press a kiss to her cheek before setting his daughter back down on the ground. He leans on the counter a little, reaching up to snag the cookies in question && handing them down to the little ginger. ❝ Not usually, no. ❞ He agrees. ❝ That doesn’t mean she can’t. Or that she’s any less because she does. ❞
