New York (
agentnewyork) wrote2012-08-15 05:23 pm
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[York lifts his hand in a kind of wave to Washington, before setting off to get to the lounge. There's an announcement overhead, though.]
'Agent New York report immediately to the lab, full armor.'
[York's brow furrowed.
The lab?
Well, if he was being called, he didn't have a choice but to go.
So, he ran down to his room to quickly grab his suit and pull it on before dashing out and going to the lab to see what he was needed for.]
[An... AI? Named Delta. Who was carved from and filled with logic. When asked his thoughts on it, York just stared into space for a moment.]
It's... weird. There's gonna be someone else inside my head?
[York was then told it wasn't really a person, but there would indeed be a new voice and presence residing in his mind, able to offer advice and even strengthen the enhancements in his armor.
Even though it would be helpful, it was still weird. York wasn't quite warming up to this idea. But he didn't really have a choice. Who knows? Maybe it would be fun.]
[It didn't take long at all, and soon there was a glowing green light at his face. The left side of his face, near his bad eye. He had to turn his head to look at the little holographic suit of armor.]
So, you're Delta, huh?
I am. And you are Agent New York. Position two on the leader-boards. You are an infiltration specialist, and you enjoy picking the locks presented to you.
I prefer the term 'breaking and entering'.
[Yea. This was definitely weird. There was... a whole new being in his head, sorting through his thoughts and filing them. York felt like he was being violated. Which, he kind of was. Right? Did it count if it was a computer program doing it?]
'Agent New York report immediately to the lab, full armor.'
[York's brow furrowed.
The lab?
Well, if he was being called, he didn't have a choice but to go.
So, he ran down to his room to quickly grab his suit and pull it on before dashing out and going to the lab to see what he was needed for.]
[An... AI? Named Delta. Who was carved from and filled with logic. When asked his thoughts on it, York just stared into space for a moment.]
It's... weird. There's gonna be someone else inside my head?
[York was then told it wasn't really a person, but there would indeed be a new voice and presence residing in his mind, able to offer advice and even strengthen the enhancements in his armor.
Even though it would be helpful, it was still weird. York wasn't quite warming up to this idea. But he didn't really have a choice. Who knows? Maybe it would be fun.]
[It didn't take long at all, and soon there was a glowing green light at his face. The left side of his face, near his bad eye. He had to turn his head to look at the little holographic suit of armor.]
So, you're Delta, huh?
I am. And you are Agent New York. Position two on the leader-boards. You are an infiltration specialist, and you enjoy picking the locks presented to you.
I prefer the term 'breaking and entering'.
[Yea. This was definitely weird. There was... a whole new being in his head, sorting through his thoughts and filing them. York felt like he was being violated. Which, he kind of was. Right? Did it count if it was a computer program doing it?]
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Once he's satisfied, he follows York over to the table and sets his things down in front of the seat opposite. He sits himself down and pulls his helmet off, setting it to the side. He's glad that things aren't weird anymore. They seem to have gotten past it already, and he's glad for that. So, he settles in to eat, his eyes sweeping over the cafeteria as he does so.]
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After a few moments, he finally speaks up, lifting his gaze to Washington.]
So... Still against kissing me?
[He thought that maybe he could drop that whole thing, but it turns out he can't. Because if there's any chance, he wants to know.]
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Every single bit of relief that things were back to normal shoots out the window, and Wash freezes up. He looks back at York, then around to the tables nearby. No one's paying them any mind, so his eyes rest on York again.]
Yes. We-we can't. I told you. I gave you good reasons. We. Can't. [He uses a hushed tone, but he makes it as firm as he can in order to make his point. He doesn't want to discuss this again now, not here, and not ever.]
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[Sure, they were good reasons. That doesn't mean York likes them.]
Just--One more time!
[Because maybe with one more shot he could change Wash's mind.]
One more time wont hurt.
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I never said it wou--what? [He's not expecting York to ask for one more kiss, and it throws him off a little. He looks across at York, then down at his plate, though he doesn't really see it.] It's... It's not a good idea...
[Not a good idea, but that doesn't stop him from being extremely tempted. Their second kiss, which he'd told himself before he did it would be their last, had been too light, and York had broken it to ask what was wrong. He still wanted to finish that kiss, but...well, maybe...maybe one more really wouldn't hurt?]
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[Just one last chance is all he wants. And if it didn't work, then he'll probably stop trying.
...Just joking.
He doesn't stop until he gets what he wants.]
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...I--fine. But just one more. That's it. [He can only hope that this one more doesn't make York want it even more than he already does.]
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Good. Finish up, then, and meet me in my room. And if you don't, I'll just catch you another time.
[He stands up with his tray, going to dispose of the food he hadn't eaten before walking out of the cafeteria and back to his room.
...And he maybe shoots up a victory fist on the way there.]
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[Wash gets confused when York's telling him to meet him in his room, then standing up and walking away. He hasn't even finished eating, and he was the one that was hungry to begin with! Why did agreeing to kiss him change his mind about food?
He watches the other freelancer leave the cafeteria and...did he just lift a fist up like he's just won something? Wash stares at the doors long after York's disappeared, but eventually turns back to his food. He resumes eating, because, despite his stomach knotting up a little with anxiety, he knows he's still hungry. So, he'll finish up, as per York's suggestion, then go find him.]
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...Is he a bad person?
Like, more than he usually is?
Yea, probably. He doesn't want to force Wash to do anything, but he wants to kiss him, so... he's conflicted.
But, if he could just get Wash to want it too... then things wouldn't be so bad.]
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He hopes.
He tries to hold onto this hope as he steps up to York's door. Wash just stares at it for a few minutes, then shakes his head to clear it and knocks before he can talk himself out of it again.]
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C'mon in.
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York's hands slid up to cradle Washington's face, and he just looks down at him for a short moment before moving in, merging their lips together.
At first it's soft, but then after a quick moment he presses in with a little more pressure, shifting his lips slowly around Wash's.]
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So, he does the lip-tug thing again, but this time uses his teeth - very lightly - to pull back on Wash's lip, again pressing back in before they come apart.]
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When York tugs back on his lip again, but this time uses his teeth, a small noise actually escapes Wash before he even realizes it. He doesn't really question it though and welcomes York back to the kiss with great vigour.]
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He goes back between the removal of their armor, and once their chestpieces clatter to the ground he returns his hands to Washington, sliding them under his arms and around his back, attempting to bring the other man in against himself.
Other man... Yea. He finds he doesn't really care about that.
The first time he'd thought about kissing Washington - which wasn't all that long ago, or he would have done it sooner - he was admittedly a little shocked to be feeling that way.
Because, c'mon. It's Wash. It's another guy; his best friend. It had never occurred to York that he'd want to kiss another guy! But the more he'd thought about kissing Wash, the more he found he liked the idea of it.
And so, here they are. Kissing in his room. And he definitely likes it.]
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When York's hands move away, Wash is confused, but they're still kissing, so he doesn't question it. ...He's admittedly a little startled when York starts working their armor off, though. That, he hasn't been expecting. But you know what? He goes with it and waits patiently for the few seconds that the kiss occasionally breaks. He realizes this makes it more than just "one more" kiss, but still, he's stuck in "I don't give a flying fuck, just keep doing it."
As the chestpieces fall to the floor, Wash feels York's arms wrap around him a little, and feels his hands on his back. Then York is pulling him in closer, and again he goes with it. He quickly finds himself pressed up against the other freelancer, as close as they can get with the rest of the armor still on, and hell, he likes it. The closeness makes the kissing better. Seeing how they've come this far, Wash brings his own hands up and, a little hesitantly, places them on York's sides. He keeps his touch very light at first, but in the end lets them rest there comfortably because hey, getting your hands on the person you're kissing is not a bad thing at all. ...That sounds a lot more sexual that was meant.]
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Date me.
[He says.]
Be my boyfriend.
[That is a request he never thought he'd ask. Of anyone. He'd never before been even remotely attracted to guys, and yet... here he was. Kissing his best friend, asking him to be in a relationship with him.]
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The whispers in his ear causes him to pause for a few moments. God, why couldn't they just have enjoyed this for the short time they have? Why did York have to bring that all back up again? It's just making things more complicated.]
We--I can't. [The words come out on a breath, and he tries to make them sound firm, but really...it sounds more regretful.]
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That's not a yes. Say yes. 'Yes, York. I'd love to be your boyfriend.'
See? Not that hard.
[He moves closer again, releases Wash's jaw, and brushes his lips very lightly against the other man's.]
Say~ yes~.
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He doesn't appreciate when York grabs at his jaw and again tries to get a yes. When the hand then drops and York leans back in, Wash is sure they're going to kiss again, and he's still okay with that because he hasn't let his mind come all the way back to tell him that it's a bad fucking idea. But then York's lips only brush against his own lightly and again, he's trying to get a yes.]
I. Can't. [And again, he tries to refuse. ...But all the talking has their lips brushing more against each other, and he's not thinking and ends up leaning in again, trying to catch York's lips properly with his own.]
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