takeshi @pcufcrged gets a modern / blacklist starter because i feel like it
noah wasn't good with people. not really. she could flirt up a storm in the safety of her office and under the cover of a night club. but, normal every day people-ing? was more hale's thing. she thought it was her thing until she met hale ashwood and learned she was actually pretty fucking terrible with people. that's probably what happened when you pretend to be your parents after they die because you don't want to end up in the system for six months until you turn eighteen.
which is precisely why she questioned everyone's intelligence for saying she needed to be the one to play arm candy for red as they met up with one of his contacts for this particular take down. sure, she had her laptop in her bag to be able to interface into whatever information they needed for the meet but noah also could've done that from the safety of her nice, comfortable office chair. far away from people.
" you're doing great, baby girl. " hale says in her ear piece.
flaring her nostrils, the computer analyst shifts to cross one leg over the other. one hand slides behind red's neck in a grounding gesture that is purely self serving, and starts scratching lightly at the soft hairs at the base of his skull.
" i will gladly stab you in the art- " before she can finish that thought, however, her heart stops. her throat closes up and tears sting the back of her eyes. takeshi's walking towards them like some fallen angel out of her nightmares. or, well, dreams. she's dreamed of him coming back. even worse, is she's dreamed of him apologizing and begging forgiveness.
maybe because she's dreamed of him so often, she just assumes this is another figment of her imagination. it's not until he's stopped in front of them and stays there for a few seconds that it dawns on her that he's the one here to see red.
" you... " noah slides back on the bench, away from red like he's suddenly a burning hot iron. " he... " she stands so quickly it makes her dizzy. " fuck no. absolutely - the fuck - not. i give zero fucks about your list. or the people. or whatever world ending thing is happening today... " she's crying before she even realizes the tears started sliding down her cheek. " go choke on a cactus, kovacs. " the strap of her bag goes over her shoulder and she tries to walk away.