#r.reggie

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"You make a cute serial killer." Rusty laughs, nudging Reggie with the toe of his boot. He'd been the mastermind behind the triad's costumes, insisting that it was easy enough to dress up as the main cast of Scream- and that it'd be funny, truly, if it was Jack, the largest of them, dressed as the comparatively diminutive Sidney. It's while they're settled into a seat somewhere, Rusty sipping at a beer and absently munching at pumpkin cookies, that he takes the time to flirt, nudging Rusty with the toe of his boot. "I knew I could find something to do with that paint kit, shoulda known it was gonna be fake blood." Tattooed fingers reach forward to push a strand of Reggie's hair back into place. "I'm officially crampin' Sissy's style if I'm hanging around, so I think I'm all you an' Jack's this evenin'- oh. Right." He adjusts, pulling the older into a slow kiss for a moment- before tacking on what he'd remembered. "If you see Duck and Wren in the same place, you distract Duck. I know he makes you nervous what with all the everything he is. But you just gotta suffer a conversation long enough Wren can book it so he don't see 'er showin' off the candyshop." He grins wider, places a cookie in Reggie's mouth a moment later. "Okay. that was the trick, enjoy your treat. The treat that ain't me, of course."

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"Hey, Reg." The greeting's not as peppy as it normally is- he's well aware the deputy is stressed, after all- Rusty is too, if he's honest, but if it's one trait that's made itself at home within the two remaining members of the Boone family- it's the desire to cheer others up- even in the depth of their own turmoil. So it's Rusty on the porch at sunset with his overnight bag- Another blowout with Sissy sending her to the Canne boy's house- in a way, he knows she's safe there. In another, he wishes she'd just trust his judgement. But he doesn't want to think about that, smiling slightly as the door opens and he shifts up on his tiptoes to wind arms around Reggie's neck, dragging him down into a kiss hello. "Sorry about the short notice but, I figured you could use a little company- and I'm off tonight- Duck's still on his tear about me 'getting out of my head' about what's been happening, and he wouldn't even let me into the station today." He sighs, another kiss set against the corner of the older man's lips. "How you holding up, big guy?"

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"I'll catch ya later, Duck, got some wanderin' and pokin' around I wanna do before somebody needs me for somethin." Rusty steps away from the trailer shop the Romeros have set up, a glass of lemonade in hand and a brightly colored tart tucked into a folded cloth napkin for later as he makes his way back to main street proper. He'd spent much of the day helping with setup- moving displays around for people who needed assistance, ensuring booths that required power had access for their coolers and the like- but now, with all his tasks completed, he wasn't going to waste the whole day waiting for somebody to have a problem, setting off instead to take a look around. Of course, he's still Rusty, which means stopping to talk to everyone at their booth for quite a while would always be his pitfall- about to get himself roped into another half hour conversation about how things were going that week, until a familiar face passed behind him, quickly departing the booth and sauntering up alongside Reggie, tucking himself into the space under his arm with a grin. "Afternoon, Deputy. Fancy seein' you here." He chimes, a spark of mischief ever-present in brown eyes. "Keepin' folk outta trouble?"

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"Evenin' deputy." The greeting comes smoothly, Rusty stepping down from the doorway of the ranger's station. "What can I do for ya?" He questions. "Oh. one sec. Station Alpha to Base B?"

"Romero, go for B?"

"Deputy's here, Duck, if you need my eyes on th' woods just give me a buzz."

"Understood. Evenin, Reggie." Comes the voice across the radio- Rusty turning back to Reggie a moment later. "C'mon in, it's gettin late." He reasons. "Won't keep ya long if you're just here for a pleasure visit, but me an' the Warden got an overnight watch again. Make yourself comfortable, take a load off, if ya got the time. Duck's not very good company half a mile up th' hiking trails so I'll take the visit as somethin' to do."

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"Come on, handsome... Ain't no harm in at least lookin' around." Rusty insists gently, fingers laced in Reggie's and a nudge of the elbow clearly intended to encourage him to at least... try, to enjoy himself, today. He's not blind to the way Reggie's been hurting, lately. Knows that with Jessie expecting- and perhaps even Sissy having GiGi- there's a lot weighing on him, the kind of loss you don't get over. Rusty likes to pretend he gets it- he lost Lee, after all- but here, with his hand in another man's it's not the same- He'd managed, after time and effort- to find somewhere different- but happy, just the same.

Reggie aches. Rusty can't fix it- and doesn't want to pretend he knows how to. Hopes at the least- he knows he's there for him. "Why don't we poke around? See if there's not somethin' worth puttin' up on the wall in your place- or somethin' to fancy up that desk of yours, once you get back to work." the offer's half-hearted. concern's biting at him, still. He leans up, steals a kiss gently. "Or we can sit down a minute? I'll talk t' Ms. O'Grady and get you somethin' to snack on, and we can talk. About what's gnawin' on you these days?"

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BANG!!!

"Motherfucker." It's the report of a rifle followed by a swear, and that's been the case for the last several hours, out in the clearing behind the ranger station. His aim's still off- targets he'd managed to make a single, pinpoint hole in before now riddled with missed rounds in the white margins. He'd tried his best, not to let it get to him, but it hurt in a way he didn't know it could- he'd been the most decorated sniper in the Howling 13- a deadeye, capable of feats barely human.

He'd always been using his left eye. But singed shut and hidden under a bandage, he'd never use it again. "Come on. You... You don't miss, Russ, you don't miss." He can't miss, because that lets people down. His friends in the army- his family, here. One bullet was the difference between life and death. One bullet was the difference between dinner and nothing. He jolts, slightly, at the touch of a hand on his shoulder. "Fuck- Reg... hey." He breathes. "I uh. Didn't catch the radio call to say you were here... what're you doing so far out on that leg of yours?" He doesn't seem bothered, shouldering his rifle and winding arms around Reggie to kiss him softly. "How much of that did'ya see?"

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♥ reggie/rusty

If we kissed?

[] Quickie. [♠] Tongue. [] Softly bite your lip. [] We wouldn’t. [♠] Long and meaningful. [♠] Let’s hit up the bedroom. [] You remember last time? [] Awkward… [] Lol no. Would I go out with you? [♠] Yes, definitely. [] No. [] I want to, but it wouldn’t work. [] Maybe. [] Nope, you’re like family. [] You’re cute, but probably not. [] Just simply not my type. [] If I knew you better. [♠] Already did. [] I don’t know. If we took a picture together, we’d be… [] Hugging each other. [] Just chilling. [] Holding hands. [♠] Kissing. [♠] Acting dumb. [] Normal picture. [] You holding me from behind. You are… [] Cute/Pretty. [] Good looking. [] Sexy. [♠] All of the above You + me + room = … [] Movies. [] Cuddling. [] Hanging out. [] Kissing. [] Playing games. [♠] Everything. [] Wouldn’t let you in. You should… [] Hit me up. [♠] Be mine. [♠] Marry me. [] Reblog this so I can send you a heart. [] be studying If we got married, I’d… [] Divorce you. [] Make kids. [] Take your money and bounce. [♠] Smash every day. [] I would cheat on you. [♠] Be faithful. [] Kill you in your sleep [] We wouldn’t

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"I'm comin', I'm comin' keep your goddamn pants on!" It's a shout from somewhere in the house proper, the sound of shuffling, rustling, and banging before the deadbolt on the door to the Boone place slides out again, and a rather disheveled looking Rusty appears in the frame. "Oh- Hey darlin!" He brightens visibly when he realizes it's Reggie- leaning up on his toes to steal a kiss- and then swearing under his breath. "Did I forget about date night!? I didn't did I?" The living room is in clear disarray, multiple desks and a number of things that are clearly not Rusty's strewn around. "I offered t' get the office cleaned up and set up for that kids so Cyan could get Sis outta the house for a little while- didn't think about how much work that'd be- the boy's got more cables attached to 'im than sense, I swear." He sighs, crossing tattooed arms over his chest absently. "Well, come in, come in, big guy- If you can find a place t' sit, you're welcome to it- I'll grab us somethin' t' drink- fruit juice alright?" He skirts around piles of neon-colored laundry adorned with Kanji and ducks into the kitchen, a pile of skinny jeans flying out into the main living room area. "I tell ya, he doesn't even live here yet." He shakes his head. "How was work?" He questions, as he reappears, handing over a glass of apple juice and sitting himself on the edge of one of the two desks askew in his living area with his own.

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