#chat: bash

[wildandwilder]

Wilder’s bad at asking hard questions, pretty good at avoiding it. They’ve been sitting for twenty five minutes with their notebooks and Wilder’s cheek is smushed against his fist, watching. Doesn’t know Mary personally outside of their Backpack Survival class, but knows Mary is Bash’s friend and he’s been hearing some stuff and really, he just doesn’t know how to engage. So, he does what he’s good at, minds the silly stuff. “I heard for the final project we might get dropped off somewhere random and have to find our way?” Figures Bash might know more than he does because he looks like he pays more attention in class. @whathebash​ 

[trinibarra]

“You take collagen supplements for your hair?” They’re on line for food, or by the table with all the treats, however it works. She takes a bite of whatever she’s just put on her plate. “What kind of shampoo do you use?” Free reviews! @whathebash​

[oftasmaniandevil]

“I can’t find the silver garland?” She had opened every plastic storage bin in her apartment and couldn’t find the décor. She was almost done with getting the house the way she wanted it after days of building up to the final moment of putting up her tree. Tasmim would do this with her brothers but they all had plans and Titus wasn’t exactly on best terms with her. Niko was still healing and she felt bad about bothering Lorenzo. She thought about it (a million times over) before asking Bash.  He was her friend, sure. Linked together since they had to work together a while back. They were something other than friends too and because of that, stupid little decisions like a phone call to put up a tree felt complicated. A ridiculous notion, really considering how perfectly well they meshed together and how they’ve managed to make this work—separating the friendship with the …other stuff. They wouldn’t screw it up. They’d be stupid too. She climbed her ladder and held the ornament over his head. “Where should I put this one?” How domestic. Good thing they knew how to separate. | @wrathfillcd |

[wildandwilder]

While Wilder hadn’t managed to get on any of his instructor’s good sides, he was wildly popular among the kitchen staff at Gallagher, enough so that he often found himself in the kitchens most of his free time. He had planned, when he finished baking that day, to text Bash about hanging out like he’d promised. If he was going to give Bash his baking, he wanted to give it to him fresh and still warm or not at all. Seeing the other boy sitting alone with headphones in, however, was a more pleasant surprise, and he smiled before even heading over. Dropping his bag on the table, he slid in beside him, consistently terrible at warning people of his presence. “Hey!” he smiled, before he was even sure if Bash could hear him over whatever music was playing. “I was looking for you.” @whathebash​

[wildandwilder]

In Halloween party fashion, Wilder sees Bash at the treats table first, and the instinct to point at him in shock like he’d done in the past is strong. Points anyway, against what his mom had taught him, but offers him a silly grin instead before coming over. “Look at us, two pancakes in a stack.” Is this the brunch version of two peas in a pod? He’s not surprised he got a friend, he just hopes Bash isn’t like, disappointing or something. “Don’t worry, we don’t have to dance or anything.” Loves a good jive though! Lets his gaze wander the dessert table, even though he’d set it up. “Oh, I have something for you. Guess it worked out, yeah?” @whathebash​ 

[wildandwilder]

Wilder wanted to spend the weekend doing tourist things, because he’s a tourist first and spy second. Or maybe spy third or fourth or fifth, there’s definitely a few things he could put before that if he thinks hard enough. It’s too bad he doesn’t like most museums, with his short attention span and the lack of desire to stare at art pieces that don’t make sense to him. It’s the National Air & Space Museum that makes him giddy. He even springs out of bed that morning excited (after the third alarm, of course). They’ve been there for a little bit already, now they’re finally getting to the good stuff (in his very nerdy opinion). Airplanes are super fucking cool, but there’s an entire sci-fi exhibition on Star Trek and Star Wars and A Space Odyssey (Which Wilder knows less about). Wilder smiles to himself seeing Bash stare at something in the Star Trek section, walks up behind him and peers over. “I got you something.” He laughs quietly, coming up beside him and putting his hand out, “From the gift shop. They’re Spock ears. A pair for you, a pair for me.” It’s pretty embarrassing, but when has he ever cared? “Might look a little funny, but when else are we gonna have an excuse?” His smile is soft, but he’s really excited behind it. @whathebash​

[wildandwilder]

Wilder, standing far across the chapel at an inaudible distance, met eyes with Bash for a mere second (which was all he needed to lose his focus on the conversation he was having, given his short attention span). His lips stretched into a Donna-esque from Parks & Rec smile as he pointed, which his mother would have hated, at Bash for an extended amount of time, thrilled to see his friend out and about. Scooting past the group of people that surrounded him, a few of which looked irritated by him leaving mid story, he nudged his head for Bash to join him. “Dude, I love this for you! I wish I'd thought of it, to tell you, so I could pretend it was my idea.” he laughed, “You shoulda told me. I could have come as Tantor or something.” No, not Clayton or the Professor, but Tantor. @whathebash​

[oftasmaniandevil]

Her fingertips graze her gun as she makes her way to the location Sebastian had asked her to meet him. There was no other explanation just a pin drop and while she knew that he was a many of few words, it did concern her that he would be in some sort of trouble. She had promised from day one that she’d always pull him out if she needed to and as she approached a close proximity, she let her guards down when she realized there was no danger. Spotting Bash from a distance, Tas offered him a soft smile and sighed. “Hey. Is it bad that I always think the worst when you want to meet? Gotta get my head straight.” She tilted her head to the side, gaze flickering up to meet his. “You wanted me for something?”  | @wrathfillcd |