As soon as York heard Wash's familiar voice he cut the motor of the lawnmower and glanced over, raising a hand to shield his eyes from the sun. Hearing the offer, he grinned. "Yea, I'll be right over." York called back, moving towards the gate where he'd left his bag. He dropped his shirt beside it before pulling it open and tugging out a small towel, dragging that across his face and the back of his neck in order to somewhat wipe away his sweat. It'd be kind of gross if he had to face Wash with so much of it all over his body.
Discarding the towel he made his way to Wash's backdoor, stepping inside with a smile on his face. He liked the inside of Wash's home--it made him feel special that he was allowed in. Mostly because the house was nice and clean, whereas York was someone who spent most of his time outside working in the dirt, and therefore was not so befitting of such immaculate surroundings.
...Although, with Wash's job, there were some extra things lying around that he needed to do his work. But other than that, the place really was well-kept. Moving into the kitchen, as that's where the two of them always had their little snacks together, York smiled to Wash as he leaned back against the counter, curiosity in his expression. "What kind of smoothies did'ya make?" He queried, trying to guess by color alone.
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Date: 2014-07-25 02:15 pm (UTC)"Yea, I'll be right over." York called back, moving towards the gate where he'd left his bag. He dropped his shirt beside it before pulling it open and tugging out a small towel, dragging that across his face and the back of his neck in order to somewhat wipe away his sweat. It'd be kind of gross if he had to face Wash with so much of it all over his body.
Discarding the towel he made his way to Wash's backdoor, stepping inside with a smile on his face. He liked the inside of Wash's home--it made him feel special that he was allowed in. Mostly because the house was nice and clean, whereas York was someone who spent most of his time outside working in the dirt, and therefore was not so befitting of such immaculate surroundings.
...Although, with Wash's job, there were some extra things lying around that he needed to do his work. But other than that, the place really was well-kept.
Moving into the kitchen, as that's where the two of them always had their little snacks together, York smiled to Wash as he leaned back against the counter, curiosity in his expression.
"What kind of smoothies did'ya make?" He queried, trying to guess by color alone.