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Date: 2015-09-13 09:42 pm (UTC)
goddamngrenades: (action york)
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So maybe climbing in through the window wasn't the best call this many stories up, but he'd managed just to see if he could. Besides. It wasn't climbing UP so much as it was climbing OVER and the balconies all lined up. A few jumps and it was all good.

So.

Breaking in. Done! Setting the skateboard down? Done! Other bundle- he'd...probably have to talk to Wash directly about it so he'll wait.

Date: 2015-09-14 03:27 am (UTC)
goddamngrenades: (Who me?)
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"Hi?" He wiggled his fingers from where he was perched on the bed- out of armor. It still left him a little twitchy but indoors? It was easier to ignore. "Where you been, buddy?"

Asked casually. Too casually. Calling and finding Wash missing had been...fun.

In that it wasn't fun at all.

Date: 2015-09-14 03:32 am (UTC)
goddamngrenades: (So you're saying it's impossible.)
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"Past forty-eight. Gotta ping when your glasses registered you as back." Hadn't taken much to set that up, they weren't that difficult to hack.

Date: 2015-09-14 07:05 am (UTC)
goddamngrenades: (Project Freelancer = Futility)
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"...I really do miss all the good shit, don't I?" If he meant in general or what comes...after. He wasn't about to say. "Speak'n of. I kinda...got you a something. Three somethings."

Date: 2015-09-14 08:22 am (UTC)
goddamngrenades: (and we died anyway)
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"Belated gifts? Kinda missed a coupla years. More than I'd like. So. Gifts." He even boxed up the skateboard and wrapped it with a bow. It's a little uneven but, hey. It's the thought that counts.

Date: 2015-09-14 09:01 am (UTC)
goddamngrenades: (why am I clinging)
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"I managed to get a bottle of rotgut and a new awful t-shirt to the twins each year after the project went under, so I owe you." He flicks his hands at the box. "Go on, open it."

Date: 2015-09-14 09:08 am (UTC)
goddamngrenades: (Oh you)
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"Reggie threw your locker at me when I crashed the MOI. Kinda hard not to notice." Easier to play it off as something that literally hit him in the head than to think about how much younger Wash looked in the moment. How much had he missed?

"Also, figured you'd need a replacement." The second gift wasn't wrapped, so Wash got a yellow rubber duck tossed at him, squeaker and all.

Date: 2015-09-14 05:11 pm (UTC)
goddamngrenades: (cuz i am lately lonely)
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The squeak was followed by a smaller, softer squeak. That didn't come from the duck but from the carefully wrapped bundle in York's lap. "This one I'm gonna need you to hold your hands out for. Nothing that'll bite, I promise."

Well it might but he was pretty sure it wouldn't.

Date: 2015-09-14 05:29 pm (UTC)
goddamngrenades: (and we shot)
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It was a small bundle, something not entirely unlike a blanket that was warm and, when he set it in Wash's hands, moving just a little. There was another teeny, tiny squeak that may have sounded like a 'mew'. Then a little pink nose poked out from under the blanket.

Date: 2015-09-14 06:40 pm (UTC)
goddamngrenades: (this has got to die)
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"I think when they're that small they're called kittens." There it was. There was the dopey, awe filled look he'd missed in the Rookie that was no longer a rookie. Didn't matter that it probably wouldn't be pointed at anyone in particular ever again, the Project beat that out of them and everything that came after...

But York considered his mission accomplished. "Happy belated birthday, buddy."

Date: 2015-09-15 05:41 pm (UTC)
goddamngrenades: (So you're saying it's impossible.)
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It was a cute picture, Wash and the teeny thing he'd liberated for him. Of course the moment didn't last and the questions began. "Yes, yes, no, uh....couple of blocks from here? Commercial district."

It's a few tins of tuna but- that's cat food, right? Right. Also a tiny catbox with sand that had been with her when he picked her up.

Date: 2015-09-15 07:44 pm (UTC)
goddamngrenades: (Project Freelancer = Futility)
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"...well-" He didn't really.


Buy.


The kitten.

Technically speaking.

Date: 2015-09-23 08:19 am (UTC)
goddamngrenades: (Default)
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"Yep!" What was he, some kind of asshole?

Date: 2015-10-02 08:38 pm (UTC)
goddamngrenades: (chilling with my coffee)
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"Absolutely positive!" He did do some recon on the cat before the job- the acquisition- GETTING her for Wash. Duh. "Got her some food and a small catbox and litter and a few toys to get you started."

Kibble is for kittens, right? Right.

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