#yves. ic

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@mvnces / cont.

Harry laughs, light and easy, his eyebrows lifting as he drifts closer to keep John from grabbing more than one or two. "Are we feeding an army, or just us?" John has eyes for too many, in other words. He sets a hand atop his wolf's, urging that pepper back down to the others. It's a strong flavour, bell pepper. A strong... fruit? Vegetable? Hm. He picks one out to survey for himself. "I'd like to be able to taste everything else in our food, please."

This one... not too small, and no bruising or wrinkling to the skin. He holds it out as quick eyes scan for another.

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no one's ever going to kiss me. - sobieski to yves (he's being dramatic)

Despite the flash of mischievousness in his eyes, Yves tsks a sympathetic sound. Around them, one of the communal spaces of the base has entered the full swing of a New Years' Eve celebration. Officers are looking the other way to libations smuggled onto base, and plenty of soldiers are already well on their way to smashed.

Yves himself might be a little tipsy.

"Is that your new epitaph?"

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open. harry yves.

“On a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about a little misadventure?”

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“Think they'll use me for those servers?”

Yves hums a thoughtful note. While what intelligence they have gotten has all been promising, certain details have been lacking. Duke's been making quiet rumblings about the size of the planned team that have turned into closed-door meetings, and the terrain isn't fantastic for a stealthy approach.

"You'd be the better asset on them," he gives her. Because sure, he's a capable hacker and general tech guy in his own right, but she's the one whose wizardry had gotten her into hot water.

He leans back to cast a surreptitious glance to and fro, checking for idle gossip types before he continues, "You know they won't be happy if you get sent all the way out and it's a dud run."

Though... "They might have you make a run or two at them from here. See if that network's not as secure as they think."

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@macabrehunter SENT “you have such a talent for pretending you're innocent.” FOR clint & dealer's choice (yves)

  Yves continues to be easy smiles and denial by way of omission. Shenanigans of this sort are something of a specialty of his. "Look, physical maps are bound to be a little dated here and there. And they're labeled differently. I'm not familiar with all of these words." Now he's lying through his teeth. They're not in a rush to get off the street, so he's taking them on a little bit of the scenic route. Not that he'd admit that.

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@mvnces SENT “you can call me whatever you want, baby.” FOR sobieski & yves

  If it's meant to be suave, it falls flat of its mark. The line draws a snort and a few errant giggles out of Yves before he manages to stifle the rest behind a poorly bitten-back grin. “Uh huh.” At least they're still dressed? Though, the mood's not ruined entirely, because Sobieski's cute and Harry is more than a little enamoured.

  “How about we stick with John to start?” Maybe he's still laughing a little. Harry reaches up to wind his arms around Sobieski's neck all the same.

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[ COOK ] - sobieski to yves

[ COOK ]:     sender and receiver go cooking together.

"John." They're garnering a few sideways glances from the other students in this little cooking class, but Harry hasn't really noticed. Or- more accurately, he doesn't care about the few he's seen.

He makes another reach for the knife, and Sobieski slides it further out of reach. It almost knocks an onion off the workspace - it teeters dangerously before rolling back to settle against the knife's hilt.

"John." He's trying to keep his voice down, but the laughter coloring his attempt at an admonishment is unmistakable. "This isn't proper knife safety."

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“Okay , fine just . . promise you won't get mad.”

"Okay," Yves agrees, "I promise I won't get mad." It's perhaps not as reassuring as it could be, though, because he can't speak for anyone else being mad at her or not. In particular, he can't speak for a certain lieutenant.

"Come on, out with it and we'll figure it out."