ylw-soldier

[ylw-soldier]

Pfff— I've been doing as alright as a man having a crisis can be.

Thanks for using your sweet, sweet Italian words to comfort me, by the way [!] I'm sure they mean something wonderful and not at all bitchy. Because you love being nice to me all the time.

I don't think we can snapshot, stop sign, symphony our way out of this one.

.... Supernova it is! See you all at the heat death of the universe, haha!

[ylw-soldier]

I don't think we can snapshot, stop sign, symphony our way out of this one.

.... Supernova it is! See you all at the heat death of the universe, haha!

[ylw-soldier]

*He snickered at the other's confusion — it was often that people would question his attachment to the vehicle to the point of naming her, but he would say he was accustomed to it by now.*

Her name's Stella! I named her that since to the average person stars are yellow and she's... also yellow. Of course, stars aren't actually yellow in real life, but I feel you can take artistic liberties sometimes. She's lasted me a while, so she's just a little bit rusty, but for the most part? Quick as a comet. (Well — maybe not. But she is to me.)

*The Soldier rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a photograph — a person Bjorn wouldn't recognise, though vaguely familiar from the goggles on their head, and the car in question. They seem ecstatic to be there, smile as bright as the yellow vehicle itself.*

There she is — back when we first got her. I don't exactly remember where we got Stell though... oh, wait, no — it was a man in a bar in Houston. I remember now. Something about... legacies or something. It was a while ago, so my memory is a bit screwed up, haha.

I have a traffic cone in my hands right now. You don't seem like the type of person to have any use for a traffic cone, but I'm offering it anyway out of courtesy.

Do you want it?

— @ylw-soldier

the taller man stood silent for a moment, his eyes glancing towards the traffic cone in the Soldier's arms. His brow furrowed slightly, clearly uncertain if he was truly the one being addressed. After a pause, he gulped and glanced around again, hoping perhaps the question was meant for someone else. Slowly, he raised a large hand and pointed at himself, confusion and bewilderment seen on his face.

"ah...Bjorn? You mean...me?" he tilted his head slightly "You sure? Bjorn is not...uh, expert in...cone business?" clearly...more confused

He paused again, rubbing the back of his neck as his kind smile began to grow, his expression softening with a nervous chuckle. "But...Bjorn can try help, ja! Always happy to think of idea...of what to do with cone that is...so What...uh, what do we do with cone soldier? Is it...for battle? Ah, maybe helmet? No?" he joked slightly "You can give to...Your friend on green! ja? I do not know who they are but...very nice man I hope!...nice man...or woman- hm..."

[ylw-soldier]

*The Soldier couldn't help but smile to himself as the man talked about his children; it must have been nice, having people rely on you, look forward to when you're around. That might've been the case for him at one point in time, but for the Heavy it seemed to be more... permanent, in a sense.*

Ah, I bet the team thinks that too. That we're like a family. It's nice, kind of, having that... reliance and — I don't know, "team bonding"? — that we do.

*He averted his eyes for a second, as if not particularly keen on the concern that his teammate apparently had for him. After a moment, however, it was hands in pockets and a quiet surrender. He might as well. It wasn't supposed to do any harm.*

It's... It's been alright. If anything has been up, I've been dealing with it, anyway, so... Oh, and I've had more time to take the car out, too, which is nice. You should see her. She's lovely, and she somehow hasn't let me down before. She sure keeps my spirits high, at least.

*He laughed fondly — those times spent outside of the base if not only to have that time to himself were, to be completely honest, the highlight of his week. I suppose there was something to be said here about... the bond between man and his car? Though that sounds more than a tad peculiar, so perhaps not.*

I have a traffic cone in my hands right now. You don't seem like the type of person to have any use for a traffic cone, but I'm offering it anyway out of courtesy.

Do you want it?

— @ylw-soldier

the taller man stood silent for a moment, his eyes glancing towards the traffic cone in the Soldier's arms. His brow furrowed slightly, clearly uncertain if he was truly the one being addressed. After a pause, he gulped and glanced around again, hoping perhaps the question was meant for someone else. Slowly, he raised a large hand and pointed at himself, confusion and bewilderment seen on his face.

"ah...Bjorn? You mean...me?" he tilted his head slightly "You sure? Bjorn is not...uh, expert in...cone business?" clearly...more confused

He paused again, rubbing the back of his neck as his kind smile began to grow, his expression softening with a nervous chuckle. "But...Bjorn can try help, ja! Always happy to think of idea...of what to do with cone that is...so What...uh, what do we do with cone soldier? Is it...for battle? Ah, maybe helmet? No?" he joked slightly "You can give to...Your friend on green! ja? I do not know who they are but...very nice man I hope!...nice man...or woman- hm..."

[ylw-soldier]

*His posture eased a little bit, now that the topic had shifted away from his escapades and towards the Heavy's own life. He didn't have the emotional capacity to unpack everything at that moment, so it was a reprieve of sorts.*

A letter? Wow, I didn't know they were capable of sending those in to us!

*He couldn't help but think the other's joy somewhat infectious, smiling a touch in return. Venya prompted him further; it was surprising to him that he could hold up a conversation for this long, so he was keen to exploit it.*

How are they, anyway? I'm curious — talk at me.

I have a traffic cone in my hands right now. You don't seem like the type of person to have any use for a traffic cone, but I'm offering it anyway out of courtesy.

Do you want it?

— @ylw-soldier

the taller man stood silent for a moment, his eyes glancing towards the traffic cone in the Soldier's arms. His brow furrowed slightly, clearly uncertain if he was truly the one being addressed. After a pause, he gulped and glanced around again, hoping perhaps the question was meant for someone else. Slowly, he raised a large hand and pointed at himself, confusion and bewilderment seen on his face.

"ah...Bjorn? You mean...me?" he tilted his head slightly "You sure? Bjorn is not...uh, expert in...cone business?" clearly...more confused

He paused again, rubbing the back of his neck as his kind smile began to grow, his expression softening with a nervous chuckle. "But...Bjorn can try help, ja! Always happy to think of idea...of what to do with cone that is...so What...uh, what do we do with cone soldier? Is it...for battle? Ah, maybe helmet? No?" he joked slightly "You can give to...Your friend on green! ja? I do not know who they are but...very nice man I hope!...nice man...or woman- hm..."

[ylw-soldier]

Anytime. In fact, let me know if you want anything else — there's more where that came from.

*He placed the traffic cone on the floor in front of him, as if urging the Heavy to take it. The weight on his feet shifted from heels, to tip-toes, to heels again; a habit he'd picked up from an old friend, though incidentally.

The Soldier bristled a bit at the notion of having been "found out", in a sense. This quickly subsided to make way for crossed arms and a raised eyebrow.*

You... saw someone with me. And they were green. Right, okay. Well, no harm done; you probably didn't see much, so... *A pause, to recollect his thoughts.*

You have too much faith in them. I mean, ад, they're an absolute bastard of a guy. But a friend? ...Maybe, on the good days. It depends on whether he— they want to piss me off or not, really. Though I guess maybe it's for the better they stay around me anyway. Birds of a feather or something.

... So has anything interesting happened to you?

I have a traffic cone in my hands right now. You don't seem like the type of person to have any use for a traffic cone, but I'm offering it anyway out of courtesy.

Do you want it?

— @ylw-soldier

the taller man stood silent for a moment, his eyes glancing towards the traffic cone in the Soldier's arms. His brow furrowed slightly, clearly uncertain if he was truly the one being addressed. After a pause, he gulped and glanced around again, hoping perhaps the question was meant for someone else. Slowly, he raised a large hand and pointed at himself, confusion and bewilderment seen on his face.

"ah...Bjorn? You mean...me?" he tilted his head slightly "You sure? Bjorn is not...uh, expert in...cone business?" clearly...more confused

He paused again, rubbing the back of his neck as his kind smile began to grow, his expression softening with a nervous chuckle. "But...Bjorn can try help, ja! Always happy to think of idea...of what to do with cone that is...so What...uh, what do we do with cone soldier? Is it...for battle? Ah, maybe helmet? No?" he joked slightly "You can give to...Your friend on green! ja? I do not know who they are but...very nice man I hope!...nice man...or woman- hm..."

[ylw-soldier]

*He shifted his grip on the traffic cone a little bit so that it was more comfortably settled in his arms as the other talked, a knife-toothed grin spreading across his face at Bjorn's confusion.*

Well, I was thinking you might want to have it sit around and look pretty. There's no harm in that, I assume. I was going to ask the others, too, but they seem to be busy or unwilling-to-own-a-traffic-cone right now. If you want to use it for battle though, go ahead! It'll be really funny.

*At the mention of GRN, he neglected to comment or even notice. That is, for but a moment, as he soon did a double take to register the words spoken.*

Friend on—? I don't actually know where you got that from. Though, I guess if you're not as... judgy about it as you could be, that's good. It just means I have to... talk to... whoever told you.

...But I think they're busy too. Probably off working on "personal projects" or something, so I haven't asked them. Besides, they've probably had enough random gifts from me to be sick of it for the rest of their life so there isn't a point.

*He laughed, a sharp sound like a sudden impact, though with a tinge of melancholy, much like the initial pain of bumping into a doorframe and the lingering ache afterwards.*

I have a traffic cone in my hands right now. You don't seem like the type of person to have any use for a traffic cone, but I'm offering it anyway out of courtesy.

Do you want it?

— @ylw-soldier

the taller man stood silent for a moment, his eyes glancing towards the traffic cone in the Soldier's arms. His brow furrowed slightly, clearly uncertain if he was truly the one being addressed. After a pause, he gulped and glanced around again, hoping perhaps the question was meant for someone else. Slowly, he raised a large hand and pointed at himself, confusion and bewilderment seen on his face.

"ah...Bjorn? You mean...me?" he tilted his head slightly "You sure? Bjorn is not...uh, expert in...cone business?" clearly...more confused

He paused again, rubbing the back of his neck as his kind smile began to grow, his expression softening with a nervous chuckle. "But...Bjorn can try help, ja! Always happy to think of idea...of what to do with cone that is...so What...uh, what do we do with cone soldier? Is it...for battle? Ah, maybe helmet? No?" he joked slightly "You can give to...Your friend on green! ja? I do not know who they are but...very nice man I hope!...nice man...or woman- hm..."

[ylw-soldier]

I've decided and it's Clyde. Happy now?

— @engineer-on-ylw

Finally!

Took you long enough, Mitch. Good job.

[ylw-soldier]

apologies

___

"Hello?"

[......]

"Yeah, I've just been… I'm doing a lot better now. Got some new film, started some projects, met someone… 

You should see Sawyer. Ever since he got the job he's been inventing like crazy."

[......]

"He's been doing… something about teleporters, I think. Or multiversal travel or something like that, I can't remember the specifics.

He's doing great, basically."

[......]

"So why did you call?"

[......]

"—and why do you still have my number?"

[......]

"Ha–ha, classic Kiers! You want to apologise. Really?"

[......]

"Alright then, let's hear it. You're around, let's see… yeah, I don't remember how long it's been. Better make it good, though."

[......]

"… There you go. That was all I needed. Honesty. That's what you could've done back then too. Better late than never though, eh?"

[......]

"Absolutely not. 

Though… you still have my number. Whenever you need to talk, feel free."

[......]

"Pfff— if you say so. 

You know, it's getting late, and you'll probably need good sleep to broadcast tomorrow. So, goodnight, I guess.

And I forgive you."

[ylw-soldier]

I— he—

He has my jacket, doesn't he...?

Сволочь— SON OF A BI—

[ylw-soldier]

I'll try not to!

*He called back from where he was sat, and pushed himself up by the knee onto his feet. As he walked over to the tripod supporting the telescope, he yelled over to the Spy again.*

Goodbye! And don't trip yourself over on the way there or anything.

*Venya smiled as he began packing everything away; it had been a long night after all, and he was considering developing some of the photos he took right then. It was a matter of efficiency: telescope components placed in the right boxes, camera hung from round his neck for lack of a better place to put it...

He hoped that Mitchell wouldn't mind his having used the telescope. It was for a good cause, after all, he would say. Though, even when putting away the night's evidence, something the other had said just now had stuck with him.*

...Until next time.

He moved towards venya. not really saying anything as he stepped around the Soldier before lowering himself onto the grass beside him...though not without a twist. Unlike venya whos laying down, he tugged the edge of the others jacket underneath him, shielding himself from the disgusting damp earth. He sat with his knees drawn up to his chest, arms lazily slung over them

as much as he wants to take in the moment. He already has his Dr. Martens, 1461 Smooth Leather Oxford Shoes (in white) dirty from stepping on the grass and mud to even get here. and he wont risk getting his GG cotton faille jacket (in green. obviously) dirty as well...though it already has, considering hes wearing A SOLDIERS jacket. he shudders at the thought, wondering 'who knows where he even got this from

Mm. I suppose

he began, his tone carrying its usual detachment, but the facade faltered...his eyes, typically sharp and guarded, soften ever so slightly, their edges smoothed by something unspoken... something almost...at ease

there is something to what you are saying. The quiet... the solitude... I can see how it would appeal to someone like you...

He tilted his head up slightly, eyes skimming the stars above, though his posture made it unclear whether he was looking at them or through them.

But, to me? It is simply dots in the sky. Bright, yes....distant, untouchable, and... well, there.

He flicked a hand vaguely toward the vast expanse with a shrug seeming like he was trying too hard to sound unimpressed. There was a beat of silence before his gaze shifted to Venya briefly, a small crack peeked through the facade

...But I suppose there are worse ways to pass the time.

the man he rested his chin against his knees, his smirk faint, but barely visible in the dim light. Even without looking at the soldier again, there was a quiet understanding to his presence, a subtle acknowledgment that this moment, perhaps, wasn’t as meaningless as he pretended.

Ĝ̶̱̘̋̐̀̂̋̌̅̍̈̽̏̀͠͝i̶̛̭̖̱̠̣̜͙̲̱̣̅̀̓̑̑̈́̌́̚͘͝͠͝ͅo̶̢̱͌̆͆͌̀͋͝v̴̦͈̹͓̱͉̥̳̘̇̂͗͛á̵̢̛̩͓̯̬̰͓̰̠̟͒̀͌̽͆́͋͐͗̓̂͜n̴̼̬̮̅͛̍́̈́n̷̬̲̗̤̹̏̎͘̚ǐ̷̹̗̘̖̊̌̌̔́͆ and the other sat in silence. though there was none of the usual hate sort of tension between the two...no...it was simply just silence and pure calming bliss

@silent-grn-snake

*He splayed his arms out to his sides, took in a deep breath and sighed. He kept his eyes up at the sky, in fear that if he even glanced over at the Spy the steel-grey stare would make him just disappear, like an old myth he heard somewhere in the past.

He smiled a bit when the other sat down to join him. Despite all his reservations about his attire and reputation and such, he'd decided to have this moment; Giovanni he had decided to spend this time with him specifically.

Venya listened intently to every word, and waited until that comfortable silence had settled for a bit to speak his own.*

(Mmm-hmm. Worse ways.)

*He couldn't help but turn his head so he was looking at the Spy. If he were risking some imaginary danger in his brain with that, so be it.*

You know, it's kind of silly but... *Another deep breath, to collect his thoughts.*

...When I first learned to rocket jump, my aim was to reach the stars. Of course, not literally — they're too far away for that — but I wanted to be closer. To know them. To figure out how... how they do it, you know, how they can be so distant and yet be there in the first place.

I think one time when practicing I tried to take my camera with me, see if I could get a good shot of the — I think Orion's belt that time? —from up in the sky. Of course, it didn't turn out any good since I was moving but...

*He drew his knees up a bit, tapping his foot on the ground gently.*

It was fun trying, and it worked out in the long run anyway. For me, at least. Maybe not for you.

[ylw-soldier]

Maybe I'm keeping you guessing 'cause that's what you do to me. I mean, you do that to everybody, don't you? Someone might as well give you a taste of your own medicine...

*He looked over at the equipment set up a little ways away from the two of them.*

...And that someone might as well be some guy with his colleague's telescope and a camera.

*He put his cigarette back in his mouth and let it dangle for a little bit as he untied and redid his shoelaces to occupy himself. The man had a strange fascination with different ways to lace and tie them; though he supposed he had strange fascinations with a lot of things, and this wasn't a particularly novel interest.

He sighed again, and took the cigarette back into his fingers — the Soldier hadn't completely mastered the art of talking around a cigarette yet like the Spy might have done, and he didn't want to take any chances with the slightly damp ground that would no doubt snub what little light there was on the end of it.*

Знаешь, ты усложняешь мне задачу. I guess that makes two of us. Your smug pretentious asshole schtick does compel me, I'll admit. Maybe that's what I like in a man. Intrigue.

He moved towards venya. not really saying anything as he stepped around the Soldier before lowering himself onto the grass beside him...though not without a twist. Unlike venya whos laying down, he tugged the edge of the others jacket underneath him, shielding himself from the disgusting damp earth. He sat with his knees drawn up to his chest, arms lazily slung over them

as much as he wants to take in the moment. He already has his Dr. Martens, 1461 Smooth Leather Oxford Shoes (in white) dirty from stepping on the grass and mud to even get here. and he wont risk getting his GG cotton faille jacket (in green. obviously) dirty as well...though it already has, considering hes wearing A SOLDIERS jacket. he shudders at the thought, wondering 'who knows where he even got this from

Mm. I suppose

he began, his tone carrying its usual detachment, but the facade faltered...his eyes, typically sharp and guarded, soften ever so slightly, their edges smoothed by something unspoken... something almost...at ease

there is something to what you are saying. The quiet... the solitude... I can see how it would appeal to someone like you...

He tilted his head up slightly, eyes skimming the stars above, though his posture made it unclear whether he was looking at them or through them.

But, to me? It is simply dots in the sky. Bright, yes....distant, untouchable, and... well, there.

He flicked a hand vaguely toward the vast expanse with a shrug seeming like he was trying too hard to sound unimpressed. There was a beat of silence before his gaze shifted to Venya briefly, a small crack peeked through the facade

...But I suppose there are worse ways to pass the time.

the man he rested his chin against his knees, his smirk faint, but barely visible in the dim light. Even without looking at the soldier again, there was a quiet understanding to his presence, a subtle acknowledgment that this moment, perhaps, wasn’t as meaningless as he pretended.

Ĝ̶̱̘̋̐̀̂̋̌̅̍̈̽̏̀͠͝i̶̛̭̖̱̠̣̜͙̲̱̣̅̀̓̑̑̈́̌́̚͘͝͠͝ͅo̶̢̱͌̆͆͌̀͋͝v̴̦͈̹͓̱͉̥̳̘̇̂͗͛á̵̢̛̩͓̯̬̰͓̰̠̟͒̀͌̽͆́͋͐͗̓̂͜n̴̼̬̮̅͛̍́̈́n̷̬̲̗̤̹̏̎͘̚ǐ̷̹̗̘̖̊̌̌̔́͆ and the other sat in silence. though there was none of the usual hate sort of tension between the two...no...it was simply just silence and pure calming bliss

@silent-grn-snake

*He splayed his arms out to his sides, took in a deep breath and sighed. He kept his eyes up at the sky, in fear that if he even glanced over at the Spy the steel-grey stare would make him just disappear, like an old myth he heard somewhere in the past.

He smiled a bit when the other sat down to join him. Despite all his reservations about his attire and reputation and such, he'd decided to have this moment; Giovanni he had decided to spend this time with him specifically.

Venya listened intently to every word, and waited until that comfortable silence had settled for a bit to speak his own.*

(Mmm-hmm. Worse ways.)

*He couldn't help but turn his head so he was looking at the Spy. If he were risking some imaginary danger in his brain with that, so be it.*

You know, it's kind of silly but... *Another deep breath, to collect his thoughts.*

...When I first learned to rocket jump, my aim was to reach the stars. Of course, not literally — they're too far away for that — but I wanted to be closer. To know them. To figure out how... how they do it, you know, how they can be so distant and yet be there in the first place.

I think one time when practicing I tried to take my camera with me, see if I could get a good shot of the — I think Orion's belt that time? —from up in the sky. Of course, it didn't turn out any good since I was moving but...

*He drew his knees up a bit, tapping his foot on the ground gently.*

It was fun trying, and it worked out in the long run anyway. For me, at least. Maybe not for you.

[ylw-soldier]

*He couldn't help but feel as if at an impasse; it might've been simple whim when he did it, but upon reflection maybe he just wanted it to mean nothing. There was probably some inner feeling in there, some part of his brain that willed and wanted everything that was happening to have that significance.

He wasn't sure what to feel about their proximity. On one hand, it was sort of invasive — the two of them were sharing the same space and inspecting each other's little quirks after all. On the other... he wanted to say he really, really liked it.*

I mean, I'm a Soldier, right? Ha-ha, look at me...! I eat communists for breakfast and hit people with inanimate objects for fun! Bold is my middle name! Who says I can't do things that I want for the fun of it, eh?

*He spoke with sarcasm laced in his voice, but the obnoxious hand gestures and brash laughter faltered — he very clearly was fooling nobody. A intake of breath, an exhale. Another puff of cigarette smoke.*

If it does mean something I don't know what I'd do about it. Doesn't mean it does, I just don't know. It's like how I don't know what "Amore mio" means, and I'm not going to ask you since you wouldn't tell me.

He moved towards venya. not really saying anything as he stepped around the Soldier before lowering himself onto the grass beside him...though not without a twist. Unlike venya whos laying down, he tugged the edge of the others jacket underneath him, shielding himself from the disgusting damp earth. He sat with his knees drawn up to his chest, arms lazily slung over them

as much as he wants to take in the moment. He already has his Dr. Martens, 1461 Smooth Leather Oxford Shoes (in white) dirty from stepping on the grass and mud to even get here. and he wont risk getting his GG cotton faille jacket (in green. obviously) dirty as well...though it already has, considering hes wearing A SOLDIERS jacket. he shudders at the thought, wondering 'who knows where he even got this from

Mm. I suppose

he began, his tone carrying its usual detachment, but the facade faltered...his eyes, typically sharp and guarded, soften ever so slightly, their edges smoothed by something unspoken... something almost...at ease

there is something to what you are saying. The quiet... the solitude... I can see how it would appeal to someone like you...

He tilted his head up slightly, eyes skimming the stars above, though his posture made it unclear whether he was looking at them or through them.

But, to me? It is simply dots in the sky. Bright, yes....distant, untouchable, and... well, there.

He flicked a hand vaguely toward the vast expanse with a shrug seeming like he was trying too hard to sound unimpressed. There was a beat of silence before his gaze shifted to Venya briefly, a small crack peeked through the facade

...But I suppose there are worse ways to pass the time.

the man he rested his chin against his knees, his smirk faint, but barely visible in the dim light. Even without looking at the soldier again, there was a quiet understanding to his presence, a subtle acknowledgment that this moment, perhaps, wasn’t as meaningless as he pretended.

Ĝ̶̱̘̋̐̀̂̋̌̅̍̈̽̏̀͠͝i̶̛̭̖̱̠̣̜͙̲̱̣̅̀̓̑̑̈́̌́̚͘͝͠͝ͅo̶̢̱͌̆͆͌̀͋͝v̴̦͈̹͓̱͉̥̳̘̇̂͗͛á̵̢̛̩͓̯̬̰͓̰̠̟͒̀͌̽͆́͋͐͗̓̂͜n̴̼̬̮̅͛̍́̈́n̷̬̲̗̤̹̏̎͘̚ǐ̷̹̗̘̖̊̌̌̔́͆ and the other sat in silence. though there was none of the usual hate sort of tension between the two...no...it was simply just silence and pure calming bliss

@silent-grn-snake

*He splayed his arms out to his sides, took in a deep breath and sighed. He kept his eyes up at the sky, in fear that if he even glanced over at the Spy the steel-grey stare would make him just disappear, like an old myth he heard somewhere in the past.

He smiled a bit when the other sat down to join him. Despite all his reservations about his attire and reputation and such, he'd decided to have this moment; Giovanni he had decided to spend this time with him specifically.

Venya listened intently to every word, and waited until that comfortable silence had settled for a bit to speak his own.*

(Mmm-hmm. Worse ways.)

*He couldn't help but turn his head so he was looking at the Spy. If he were risking some imaginary danger in his brain with that, so be it.*

You know, it's kind of silly but... *Another deep breath, to collect his thoughts.*

...When I first learned to rocket jump, my aim was to reach the stars. Of course, not literally — they're too far away for that — but I wanted to be closer. To know them. To figure out how... how they do it, you know, how they can be so distant and yet be there in the first place.

I think one time when practicing I tried to take my camera with me, see if I could get a good shot of the — I think Orion's belt that time? —from up in the sky. Of course, it didn't turn out any good since I was moving but...

*He drew his knees up a bit, tapping his foot on the ground gently.*

It was fun trying, and it worked out in the long run anyway. For me, at least. Maybe not for you.

[ylw-soldier]

[ylw-soldier]

I don't actually think I'm obligated to answer that question.

*He took another drag of his own cigarette, and watched it glow when he did. He then looked at the Spy and watched the cigarette between his lips — not for any particular reason, though, it just happened to be where his line of sight lingered.

He would, of course, answer the other's challenge eventually. It would have been chivalric to do so, to respond to these questions that burn like stars do, like the faint embers that intensified whenever they breathed in. And so he did, but not without a bit of teasing. He'd argue it was perfectly warranted in this specific moment.*

If it matters, it was both. I've always wanted to do that with somebody, though I wasn't sure why in the first place.

I... What do you want to know for? Does it flatter and feed your ego? Does it mean something to you, love?

He moved towards venya. not really saying anything as he stepped around the Soldier before lowering himself onto the grass beside him...though not without a twist. Unlike venya whos laying down, he tugged the edge of the others jacket underneath him, shielding himself from the disgusting damp earth. He sat with his knees drawn up to his chest, arms lazily slung over them

as much as he wants to take in the moment. He already has his Dr. Martens, 1461 Smooth Leather Oxford Shoes (in white) dirty from stepping on the grass and mud to even get here. and he wont risk getting his GG cotton faille jacket (in green. obviously) dirty as well...though it already has, considering hes wearing A SOLDIERS jacket. he shudders at the thought, wondering 'who knows where he even got this from

Mm. I suppose

he began, his tone carrying its usual detachment, but the facade faltered...his eyes, typically sharp and guarded, soften ever so slightly, their edges smoothed by something unspoken... something almost...at ease

there is something to what you are saying. The quiet... the solitude... I can see how it would appeal to someone like you...

He tilted his head up slightly, eyes skimming the stars above, though his posture made it unclear whether he was looking at them or through them.

But, to me? It is simply dots in the sky. Bright, yes....distant, untouchable, and... well, there.

He flicked a hand vaguely toward the vast expanse with a shrug seeming like he was trying too hard to sound unimpressed. There was a beat of silence before his gaze shifted to Venya briefly, a small crack peeked through the facade

...But I suppose there are worse ways to pass the time.

the man he rested his chin against his knees, his smirk faint, but barely visible in the dim light. Even without looking at the soldier again, there was a quiet understanding to his presence, a subtle acknowledgment that this moment, perhaps, wasn’t as meaningless as he pretended.

Ĝ̶̱̘̋̐̀̂̋̌̅̍̈̽̏̀͠͝i̶̛̭̖̱̠̣̜͙̲̱̣̅̀̓̑̑̈́̌́̚͘͝͠͝ͅo̶̢̱͌̆͆͌̀͋͝v̴̦͈̹͓̱͉̥̳̘̇̂͗͛á̵̢̛̩͓̯̬̰͓̰̠̟͒̀͌̽͆́͋͐͗̓̂͜n̴̼̬̮̅͛̍́̈́n̷̬̲̗̤̹̏̎͘̚ǐ̷̹̗̘̖̊̌̌̔́͆ and the other sat in silence. though there was none of the usual hate sort of tension between the two...no...it was simply just silence and pure calming bliss

@silent-grn-snake

*He splayed his arms out to his sides, took in a deep breath and sighed. He kept his eyes up at the sky, in fear that if he even glanced over at the Spy the steel-grey stare would make him just disappear, like an old myth he heard somewhere in the past.

He smiled a bit when the other sat down to join him. Despite all his reservations about his attire and reputation and such, he'd decided to have this moment; Giovanni he had decided to spend this time with him specifically.

Venya listened intently to every word, and waited until that comfortable silence had settled for a bit to speak his own.*

(Mmm-hmm. Worse ways.)

*He couldn't help but turn his head so he was looking at the Spy. If he were risking some imaginary danger in his brain with that, so be it.*

You know, it's kind of silly but... *Another deep breath, to collect his thoughts.*

...When I first learned to rocket jump, my aim was to reach the stars. Of course, not literally — they're too far away for that — but I wanted to be closer. To know them. To figure out how... how they do it, you know, how they can be so distant and yet be there in the first place.

I think one time when practicing I tried to take my camera with me, see if I could get a good shot of the — I think Orion's belt that time? —from up in the sky. Of course, it didn't turn out any good since I was moving but...

*He drew his knees up a bit, tapping his foot on the ground gently.*

It was fun trying, and it worked out in the long run anyway. For me, at least. Maybe not for you.

[ylw-soldier]

*He watched intently as the Spy worked, and took the pack when prompted. He inspected said pack, saw how it was worn down with use. Marlboros. He wouldn't have expected it of the other man, but supposed that sometimes you just have to make do with what you have.

That's alright, don't worry about it. If I remember correctly we can just...

*He put the other cigarette in his mouth, beckoned for the Spy to come closer, and cupped his face with both hands gently. The tips of the two cigarettes touched for a second as he leaned in, before his own began to burn with a faint light.

He pulled back, and took a couple of draws from it.*

There you go. *The shark-like smile again.* Sorry for using up your last one, I know how attached you probably are to them. I mean, the alternative was us sharing the one, but I wasn't sure what you'd think of that.

He moved towards venya. not really saying anything as he stepped around the Soldier before lowering himself onto the grass beside him...though not without a twist. Unlike venya whos laying down, he tugged the edge of the others jacket underneath him, shielding himself from the disgusting damp earth. He sat with his knees drawn up to his chest, arms lazily slung over them

as much as he wants to take in the moment. He already has his Dr. Martens, 1461 Smooth Leather Oxford Shoes (in white) dirty from stepping on the grass and mud to even get here. and he wont risk getting his GG cotton faille jacket (in green. obviously) dirty as well...though it already has, considering hes wearing A SOLDIERS jacket. he shudders at the thought, wondering 'who knows where he even got this from

Mm. I suppose

he began, his tone carrying its usual detachment, but the facade faltered...his eyes, typically sharp and guarded, soften ever so slightly, their edges smoothed by something unspoken... something almost...at ease

there is something to what you are saying. The quiet... the solitude... I can see how it would appeal to someone like you...

He tilted his head up slightly, eyes skimming the stars above, though his posture made it unclear whether he was looking at them or through them.

But, to me? It is simply dots in the sky. Bright, yes....distant, untouchable, and... well, there.

He flicked a hand vaguely toward the vast expanse with a shrug seeming like he was trying too hard to sound unimpressed. There was a beat of silence before his gaze shifted to Venya briefly, a small crack peeked through the facade

...But I suppose there are worse ways to pass the time.

the man he rested his chin against his knees, his smirk faint, but barely visible in the dim light. Even without looking at the soldier again, there was a quiet understanding to his presence, a subtle acknowledgment that this moment, perhaps, wasn’t as meaningless as he pretended.

Ĝ̶̱̘̋̐̀̂̋̌̅̍̈̽̏̀͠͝i̶̛̭̖̱̠̣̜͙̲̱̣̅̀̓̑̑̈́̌́̚͘͝͠͝ͅo̶̢̱͌̆͆͌̀͋͝v̴̦͈̹͓̱͉̥̳̘̇̂͗͛á̵̢̛̩͓̯̬̰͓̰̠̟͒̀͌̽͆́͋͐͗̓̂͜n̴̼̬̮̅͛̍́̈́n̷̬̲̗̤̹̏̎͘̚ǐ̷̹̗̘̖̊̌̌̔́͆ and the other sat in silence. though there was none of the usual hate sort of tension between the two...no...it was simply just silence and pure calming bliss

@silent-grn-snake

*He splayed his arms out to his sides, took in a deep breath and sighed. He kept his eyes up at the sky, in fear that if he even glanced over at the Spy the steel-grey stare would make him just disappear, like an old myth he heard somewhere in the past.

He smiled a bit when the other sat down to join him. Despite all his reservations about his attire and reputation and such, he'd decided to have this moment; Giovanni he had decided to spend this time with him specifically.

Venya listened intently to every word, and waited until that comfortable silence had settled for a bit to speak his own.*

(Mmm-hmm. Worse ways.)

*He couldn't help but turn his head so he was looking at the Spy. If he were risking some imaginary danger in his brain with that, so be it.*

You know, it's kind of silly but... *Another deep breath, to collect his thoughts.*

...When I first learned to rocket jump, my aim was to reach the stars. Of course, not literally — they're too far away for that — but I wanted to be closer. To know them. To figure out how... how they do it, you know, how they can be so distant and yet be there in the first place.

I think one time when practicing I tried to take my camera with me, see if I could get a good shot of the — I think Orion's belt that time? —from up in the sky. Of course, it didn't turn out any good since I was moving but...

*He drew his knees up a bit, tapping his foot on the ground gently.*

It was fun trying, and it worked out in the long run anyway. For me, at least. Maybe not for you.

[ylw-soldier]

*He wasn't exactly sure whether to be wary or comforted by the Spy’s gaze. He supposed the mixed messages would subside with time, though, so he decided to answer.

I was, ah. I was going to ask if you— had a cigarette. And then I thought, "he probably does, but it's rude to ask, or whatever, since they're his". That was the thought process behind it, I guess.

*He locked eyes with the other for a second, before diverting his gaze back down to the ground. He played with the grass a bit, like a student might during outdoor gym class.*

...Do you have a cigarette on you? I'd be surprised if you didn't.

He moved towards venya. not really saying anything as he stepped around the Soldier before lowering himself onto the grass beside him...though not without a twist. Unlike venya whos laying down, he tugged the edge of the others jacket underneath him, shielding himself from the disgusting damp earth. He sat with his knees drawn up to his chest, arms lazily slung over them

as much as he wants to take in the moment. He already has his Dr. Martens, 1461 Smooth Leather Oxford Shoes (in white) dirty from stepping on the grass and mud to even get here. and he wont risk getting his GG cotton faille jacket (in green. obviously) dirty as well...though it already has, considering hes wearing A SOLDIERS jacket. he shudders at the thought, wondering 'who knows where he even got this from

Mm. I suppose

he began, his tone carrying its usual detachment, but the facade faltered...his eyes, typically sharp and guarded, soften ever so slightly, their edges smoothed by something unspoken... something almost...at ease

there is something to what you are saying. The quiet... the solitude... I can see how it would appeal to someone like you...

He tilted his head up slightly, eyes skimming the stars above, though his posture made it unclear whether he was looking at them or through them.

But, to me? It is simply dots in the sky. Bright, yes....distant, untouchable, and... well, there.

He flicked a hand vaguely toward the vast expanse with a shrug seeming like he was trying too hard to sound unimpressed. There was a beat of silence before his gaze shifted to Venya briefly, a small crack peeked through the facade

...But I suppose there are worse ways to pass the time.

the man he rested his chin against his knees, his smirk faint, but barely visible in the dim light. Even without looking at the soldier again, there was a quiet understanding to his presence, a subtle acknowledgment that this moment, perhaps, wasn’t as meaningless as he pretended.

Ĝ̶̱̘̋̐̀̂̋̌̅̍̈̽̏̀͠͝i̶̛̭̖̱̠̣̜͙̲̱̣̅̀̓̑̑̈́̌́̚͘͝͠͝ͅo̶̢̱͌̆͆͌̀͋͝v̴̦͈̹͓̱͉̥̳̘̇̂͗͛á̵̢̛̩͓̯̬̰͓̰̠̟͒̀͌̽͆́͋͐͗̓̂͜n̴̼̬̮̅͛̍́̈́n̷̬̲̗̤̹̏̎͘̚ǐ̷̹̗̘̖̊̌̌̔́͆ and the other sat in silence. though there was none of the usual hate sort of tension between the two...no...it was simply just silence and pure calming bliss

@silent-grn-snake

*He splayed his arms out to his sides, took in a deep breath and sighed. He kept his eyes up at the sky, in fear that if he even glanced over at the Spy the steel-grey stare would make him just disappear, like an old myth he heard somewhere in the past.

He smiled a bit when the other sat down to join him. Despite all his reservations about his attire and reputation and such, he'd decided to have this moment; Giovanni he had decided to spend this time with him specifically.

Venya listened intently to every word, and waited until that comfortable silence had settled for a bit to speak his own.*

(Mmm-hmm. Worse ways.)

*He couldn't help but turn his head so he was looking at the Spy. If he were risking some imaginary danger in his brain with that, so be it.*

You know, it's kind of silly but... *Another deep breath, to collect his thoughts.*

...When I first learned to rocket jump, my aim was to reach the stars. Of course, not literally — they're too far away for that — but I wanted to be closer. To know them. To figure out how... how they do it, you know, how they can be so distant and yet be there in the first place.

I think one time when practicing I tried to take my camera with me, see if I could get a good shot of the — I think Orion's belt that time? —from up in the sky. Of course, it didn't turn out any good since I was moving but...

*He drew his knees up a bit, tapping his foot on the ground gently.*

It was fun trying, and it worked out in the long run anyway. For me, at least. Maybe not for you.