#warblerxcaptain

[warblercaptain]

@warblerxcaptain​ said: you’re a better man than you believe.

[ x - accepting ]

He snorted, which was very clearly a scoff. He was well past the sad stage of having failed, he was well into a different stage, a different attitude. He snapped back at Hunter, “I would have passed the bar exam then.”

[bytheanchor]

@warblerxcaptain​​​ plotted for a starter

                                                “Officer Clarington.” Sebastian grinned, as he announced it, dragging the words, and walked in on Hunter from behind, having spotted his back as he seemed to be hunched over instructing some rookie blue. “Or should I say detective? I had an inkling when I read the name, but I had to see for myself.” He had seen only Hunter’s last name on the report he’d got, but something about the report’s writing in itself had itched his brain. He’d just known it was Hunter, and for some reason he couldn’t wait to go over to the precinct to see. 

As Hunter seemed to turn around, all tight shirt and leather holster, Sebastian felt his mouth go dry. Fuck. He had forgotten how hot he was. He suddenly wondered if he was finally out the closet, though he had to say it was doubtful to him, looking at the job he’d ended up with. “My, my. Don’t you look delectable.” He added in a not so loud tone, as he was unsure of what his situation was there. “Mr. Smythe, attorney, offering my services.” He introduced himself, jokingly, as he smirked widely.

From all the things he’d expected from his time with Prosecution (which was brought on perhaps mostly out of spite, to prove to his father that he COULD), this was most definitely not one of them. To get to see, and work, with one of his high school crushes - so to speak - was delightful. “I heard you’re in need of them. What may I help you with, this time, private?” 

[warblernick]

@warblerxcaptain​ - ♡

“I said I was sorry about being late when I came in, soccer practice ran over, what more do you want?” he asked, a bit confused. Warblers were his family, but they were not all he did at Dalton. He was captain of the soccer team, its not like he could just leave early, well he could but it wouldn’t look good.

[ofberryarchive]

@warblerxcaptain​​ // s.c.

          ❛ look, i know what i'm talking about -- i won my first dance competition when i was three months old! ❜

[blackswansierra]

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It wasn’t exactly unusual for Sierra to drop by Dalton unannounced; she had made fast friends with the Warblers after Blaine’s admittance to the group and now, even with her brother transferred to McKinley, she still liked to occasionally check up on “her boys”.

Besides, it was a great way to avoid going home after her weekly therapy sessions. 

Her car tucked away in the visitor’s lot, she crossed the small courtyard and let herself into the side door of the commons -- making her way down the hall and to the practice room the Warbler’s had long since claimed as their own. She knew there was still a few moments left of their rehearsal and so quiet as only a dancer could be, she let herself in and settled on one of the couches to watch. And wait. And, of course, offer up applause when they were done.

“Not bad. If that’s one of your picks for regionals, I think my brother might need to start worrying.”

[chngjr]

        ❝ YOU SAY THAT,  except here you are, not doing what you claim to not be asking permission for, and are, instead, repeating the fact that you’re not asking for permission to do it. so, either you want permission, or you crave validation. ❞

“ i’m not asking for permission. “  ||  @warblerxcaptain​ !

[warblercaptain]

@warblerxcaptain​ said: " i didn't know who else to go to. "

{ x - accepting }

He stepped to the side and let Hunter in. Nick was away for some soccer tournament so the apartment he shared with the other was empty. It wasn’t like he was surprised, as a way to keep in touch they shared their address with the other Warblers, and that in fact included Hunter. “Do you want me to start with pouring you a drink, or are you going to tell me what’s going on first?” he asked, heading into the apartment gesturing around for Hunter to make himself at home.

[warblercaptain]

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He sat down ( more like plopped but semantics ) on one of the leather couches in the commons, enjoying this far too much, of course he’d have a bit more decorum if the other Warblers were here, but that wasn’t the case. He crossed his arms, “No no, go on, tell me just how you plan to teach all the Warblers back-flips when half of them are hardly coordinated enough to do a dance that is more than just step touches. Go on,” he said taking one of his crossed arms, gesturing for Hunter to continue on, that trademark smirk on his face.