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Things that are now things:

jamerica

sergeant oats

snel

dry water

rhys’s reese’s pieces

pieves

undercase

dirty chicken punting

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Two thirds of team borderlands in the morning

Eight minutes later:

Thirty five minutes later:

IT WORKS!

[ joyous screaming ]

Twelve minutes later: it doesn't work any more

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“ ... ”

“ You ever thought of havin’ kids? ”

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“ You know, I don’t think the name Tyler fits how... Asian you act. I once saw a name that would fit you better-- Saruhiko. It’s pretty, and it’s Asian as hell. I’d look into makin’ it an alias, you could fit the bill. ”

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Three months.

It’d been three months since he’d been in the state of Texas.

It’d been three months since he’d been in Austin, Texas.

It’d been three months since he’d seen his fiance.

Shawn told him that he’d only be gone a month. Any more than that, and he was dead. Instead, it was three. His brain had been filled with knowledge of his past that he never knew, and quite frankly he didn’t want to know. Due to his past, he’d gotten an extension on his time for the Big Test-- however, he’d gotten more tasks to do as well.

But here he was now-- standing at the beginning of the driveway at three o’clock in the morning, his hair long and greasy, his beard hanging an inch off his chin in a similar manner to his hair. The bags under his eyes made it seem that he hadn’t slept a wink the entire time he was gone, and with the weight he lost, it seemed he’d forgotten what food was. He reeked of blood, body odor, and other various smells he’d picked up from sleeping in a dumpster (on accident). His face had cuts, both deep and not, and a new scar right below his nose. His side still bled from the shot he’d suffered not an hour before-- the last event he needed to do before he could come home.

His heart thudded against his rib cage as he hobbled up the short driveway, stopping about a foot from the door. A hesitant left hand came up to the door, pausing before rapping his knuckles against the door.

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{ benedxct || continued }

“ I-- I didn’t expect you to be a scarf person, honestly. But yes, we can do this ‘intel date’, as you call it. Not sure it’s much of a date as it is a meeting between two people, but whatever you wish to call it. ”

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{ bossatrcnio || continued }

“Take our clothes off, huh? What the hell do you have in mind of us, bud?”

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“ Hmm... Tyler Elijah Benedict, correct? ”

Shawn had been waiting for the chance to ask Tyler that. He knew he was right, he knew who the other man was-- what he was capable of, what his talents were, where he worked. He knew a lot about him even before meeting him officially. But alas, they were on the same team-- they’d have to talk eventually.

“ Or have I got that wrong? ”