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[agentnewyork]

[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?]

Comments

[notcrazyokay]

Uh...Yeah, okay. I won't.

[York's seen him in enough embarrassing situations, and he doesn't want to hear about any of them again.
Wash falls silent and he listens as apparently, York's managed to break himself free of the paint. He waits patiently for the mocking, expecting York to just leave him here because that's just something he would find funny. It's a surprise then, when instead York comes over and helps him. Wash blinks and, once he's able to sit up, he does so and brushes of what he can of the bits of paint that are still stuck to his armor. ...He's going to have to clean it later.]

Thanks.

[agentnewyork]

No, thank you. It was fun. Even though it was painful.
[York smirks through his visor, before just removing his helmet so Wash can see his expression.
He then gets to his feet, and walks over to return his gun, carrying his headgear in his hand. He looks over his shoulder back to Washington. He doesn't really believe Wash would do this just to be nice because, really. Who would willingly suggest playing with lockdown paint? Especially if York was supposed to be better with an AI (which he didn't yet seem to be)? He then looks down again, wondering if maybe he's just thinking too much on it?]

[notcrazyokay]

Well...yeah, you're welcome, I guess?

[Wash shrugs and stands himself back up. It's not like this was a big deal, or anything. They've trained together with the paint before.

He steps after York, setting the pistol back where he'd grabbed it from and pulls out the extra clip he never ended up using, then set it back with the gun too. York may have taken his helmet off, but Wash leaves his on. He looks back over at the other freelancer and raises an eyebrow, even though York can't see it.]

How was it with Delta?

[agentnewyork]

[York gives a halfhearted shrug.]
It was... interesting. Only a few things were different. Like, he detected where you were. That was pretty handy.
[He turns on his heels and starts to walk out, expecting Washington to follow.]
Let's get somethin' to eat. I'm hungry.

[notcrazyokay]

[Wash starts to form another question about Delta, but York's already walking away. He blinks, his gaze following the other man, but ends up nodding. He hadn't eaten all that long ago, but the training has brought back a bit of hunger. So, he follows after York, jogging a little to catch up.]

[agentnewyork]

[It doesn't take too long for York to get to the cafeteria. He walks over to grab a tray, a plate, and a fork, then moves along to start piling food onto his plate. He grabs whatever looks good at the moment, and then starts to head over to an empty table, setting his tray down and starting to dig in.

[notcrazyokay]

[Wash follows suit in grabbing a tray and throwing food onto his plate. He winds up with it a little fuller than he expected originally, but hey, if he's that hungry, he doesn't really care.
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.]

[agentnewyork]

[York is silent as he eats, just thinking quietly to himself (and Delta now, too).
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.]

[notcrazyokay]

[Well, so much for that.
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.]

[agentnewyork]

Come on, Wash! It's not gonna kill anyone!
[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.

[notcrazyokay]

[Wash's brow furrows and he starts to frown. Why won't York just give up? He's making this way harder than it needs to be. He's really not worth getting this upset over, and a relationship is worth even less, it would just get them into serious shit, as he's already said.]

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?]

[agentnewyork]

Maybe not, but not all of my ideas are good ones.
[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.]

[notcrazyokay]

[Wash looks back up at York and really looks at him. Studies his face and his expression and honestly considers it. As long as it really is just one more, he supposes York's right...it probably can't hurt.]

...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.]

[agentnewyork]

[York grins widely, and decides he doesn't want to eat anymore.]
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.]

[notcrazyokay]

W-wait--

[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.]

[agentnewyork]

[York walks into his room, turning on the light as he does so.
...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.]

[notcrazyokay]

[It's not long before Wash finishes what he can of his meal and leaves the cafeteria. He moves down the hallways slowly and debates whether or not to actually show up and York's room. But then he thinks that maybe, if he goes and they kiss one more time, it'll stop York from asking.

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.]

[agentnewyork]

[York goes to answer the door, and is maybe just a little surprised to see that Wash hadn't bailed. He takes a step back and extends a hand into the room, inviting Wash inside.]
C'mon in.

[notcrazyokay]

[Wash hesitates obviously, but steps into the room regardless. His hands toy with his helmet as they hold it and, once he's further into the room, he turns back to face York. He doesn't know what to say, so he kind of just...stares and opens his mouth as if to say something. Then closes it again. Then opens it again. And closes it again. This keeps going, and he pauses and hesitates in between as if thinking, but still no words actually come out.]

[agentnewyork]

[York raises a brow as it looks like Wash is going to speak, but when nothing comes out he just smirks. He steps closer, taking the other freelancers helmet and tossing it to join his on the bed to be picked up later. He shook his head, as if to say that Wash should just be quiet and not try to go against this.
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.]

[notcrazyokay]

[When York shakes his head, Wash pauses, mouth open, before closing it and pursing his lips. Then York's hands are on his face again and Wash is definitely blushing at this point. He looks back up at York as the other man looks down at him, just waiting and preparing himself because he knows it's coming any second now. Then, it does. York's lips are against his own and it's still startling to Wash this time, but he warms up a lot more quickly and closes his eyes more willingly than he did last time. When York adds more pressure, he ends up doing the same and responds...almost eagerly. He finds, again, that he actually likes kissing York. And he just focuses on that for now.]

[agentnewyork]

[York wants to keep the kiss up for as long as he can, and to do that, he has to keep it interesting. So after a few moments he closes his mouth around Wash's lower lip, pulling back on it weakly, Before any contact is broken, though, he moves in with it again, returning to the normal kissing.]

[notcrazyokay]

[It startles Wash when he feels York pulling back on his lower lip. But he's definitely not complaining because it's...oddly good? So he doesn't stop the kissing when York moves back in and maybe even starts responding a bit more eagerly.]

[agentnewyork]

[York's pretty glad to see that Wash hasn't moved back, and is even kissing back. It makes him feel like he has an even better chance.
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.]

[notcrazyokay]

[Wash realizes that this should feel weirder than it does, but finds that he just...doesn't really care. This is awesome, and he doesn't want thoughts of how it's weird that he's kissing his best friend, who's a guy, or how they can't be in a relationship and they shouldn't be doing this because it's against protocol. No, if this was going to be the last time he'd let himself kiss York, he was going to make the most of it and not let his thoughts ruin it.

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.]