Fai_Ryy
noise dept.
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Cosimo Galluzzi
Jules of Nature
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Noah Kahan
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RMH
Discoholic đȘ©
occasionally subtle
romaâ
Claire Keane
Show & Tell
Love Begins
$LAYYYTER
taylor price
we're not kids anymore.
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âJanie, honey, what are you doing in here?â Adahy asked gently, moving over to his adopted daughter with a look of confusion. Hadnât she been watching a movie in the common room? âPapaâs in a meeting right now.âÂ
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"Man, it's times like these when you really just want... I was gonna say some lychee soda, but I think a gun would be more useful."
âI donât know. Soda sounds good right about now⊠Or any kind of sweet thing, actuallyâŠâ
âHa ha⊠yeah. Listen, Iâm gonna dislocate most of my hand to get out of these cuffs. Can you, I dunno, make a noise or something so nobody hears?â
âItâs a bone. Iâm sure everyone in the vicinity has heard much worse sounds.âÂ
"Permission to speak freely, sir?" Butch's voice is rather cold, and even with a helmet on he looks like he's very much considering fighting the Spartan. Like an idiot.
He doesnât even turn to look- he trusts precedent, reflexes, and the multiple weapons on his person to drive off a sucker punch.âPermission granted, Agent. You may speak candidly until I say otherwise.â His hands are clasped tightly behind his back.
âThatâs distinctly untrue. Have you considered, Butch, that maybe Iâm not this abrasive authority figure? That maybe Iâve put on my âmysterious ONI spookâ persona because Iâm still unsure as hell if you freelancers are friend or foe?â
âIndecision doesnât excuse violence.â Butch snapped back immediately. âAnd by now, most of us are certainly your foes.â
âBullshit. I fill spaces of uncertainty with violence- itâs how Iâm still here. Inaction gets you killed. Any decent soldier understand that.â Heâs⊠not pleased, to say the least
âNo. Inaction on a battlefield will get you killed. But here?â He snarled. âHere youâre on a ship. Itâs not a battlefield. Youâre acting like weâre supposed to be chess pieces on your little board and getting upset because weâre not.â
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"Man, it's times like these when you really just want... I was gonna say some lychee soda, but I think a gun would be more useful."
âI donât know. Soda sounds good right about now⊠Or any kind of sweet thing, actuallyâŠâ
He took the photo quietly, holding it like he was afraid itâd turn to dust in his hands. He hardly recognized the man in the picture as himself- heâd aged so much since then. His hair was more grey than brown, now, and he didnât have as many dark lines under his eyes back when the photoâd been taken.Â
â⊠This is⊠weâd just moved. I canât remember the colonyâs name, but it⊠it was a beautiful little house. That much I know.â He murmured, half to himself, barely realizing heâd spoken.Â
âĐŽĐ°, ЎаЎаЎаâ She said, a small amount of excitement slipping into her voice. âIt was the first time we moved..â she had so many memories of that day, of that house.Â
Kentucky searched around her person again and pulled out a folded up photo, one that she took out less often. She showed him the glossed paper: The lower corner of the photo was taken up by her face, tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth in concentration, behind her in the snowy landscape was him, sheâd caught the photo just as he was turning.
"You hit me with a snowball." Butch chuckled at her expression in the photo, running a hand over the picture. "Then we had a snowball fight. I think... by the end we were soaking wet and we had a cold the next day."
âI believe you, but hugs are nice regardless.â Butch looked up at him, smiling a little. âAnd youâre a great hugger, too, so that helps.â
âYou will not sweet talk me into forgetting to ask you whatâs wrong. Not today.â He pressed a kiss on Butchâs forehead before looking back down at him. âYouâll just have to compliment me later.â
"I promise, Reggie, nothing's wrong." Butch's smile almost wavered, but he forced it to stay.
Maine has been out for a while, forty-three hours to be exact. The removal of his A.I. left him able to sleep, and the heavy doses of sedatives kept him that way. When he finally wakes up the world around him is a blur.
There are still sedatives running through him which make it impossible to move much more than his head. Maine isnât quite quite sure whatâs going on, though he can tell that heâs in medical. Heâs spent enough time in the damn place to know what it looks like merely from memory.
His head lolls to the side as someone comes into the room, a soft growl rumbling out of his throat.
This whole AI business had been... Well... A mess, to put it lightly. A complete and utter disaster was a better description for it. Maine hadn't woken in days, and while more than a few members of the team had stopped by, Butch had been making an effort to stop by every hour or two.
It was the least he could do for his teammate. He deserved to see a friendly face when he woke up, especially with what happened with Sigma. And it seems his consistent visits were about to be worth it.
"Hey there, Maine." He smiled, walking over to the hospital bed. "How're you feeling?"
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He took the photo quietly, holding it like he was afraid itâd turn to dust in his hands. He hardly recognized the man in the picture as himself- heâd aged so much since then. His hair was more grey than brown, now, and he didnât have as many dark lines under his eyes back when the photoâd been taken.Â
â... This is... weâd just moved. I canât remember the colonyâs name, but it... it was a beautiful little house. That much I know.â He murmured, half to himself, barely realizing heâd spoken.Â
âI believe you, but hugs are nice regardless.â Butch looked up at him, smiling a little. âAnd youâre a great hugger, too, so that helps.â
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âSorry. I didnât mean to sneak up on you.â
{â©}â âNo need to be sorry, I wasnât paying attention.â
"Well, it's not like you need to be paying attention. As far as I know, it's everybody's relaxation time."
"No." He laughed softly, squeezing him slightly. "And even if you were you'd still be handsome. You just... Looked like you need some TLC, Reg."
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{â©}â âWellâŠI wasnât expecting you.â
âSorry. I didnât mean to sneak up on you.â
@britishroxge
âIt might be a bit of both.â He said with a small smile, wrapping his arms around Reggie. âBut you certainly need one more than I do.â
