MOVED

For the first time since meeting the android, a glint was in his own eye that matched Nix’s, along with a smirk. He could remember pulling pranks like these back when he was with the 118, though they were usually on the more mild side. A situation such as the one they were currently in though required something a little more…devious.

“What have you got in mind?” Buck asked, grabbing one of his own shirts, as well as an extra one, tossing it in Nix’s direction. During his time as a firefighter, he learned that it was a dirty job, and that meant having to change clothes often. He figured he could spare a shirt to Nix.

“You know, one thing I gotta say is that you guys are lucky that you can’t physically feel anything the way we do….cause boy…am I sweating like crazy right now.” He chuckled, making the off-handed comment as he peeled off the shirt he had yet to take off. A few small tattoos could be seen on parts of his arms and torso that hadn’t been revealed before. As his shirt came off, his hair became slightly tussled, a hand coming up to immediately fix it.

Phoenix was absolutely relieved—at least it seemed he had made a friend here who accepted him. Maybe it would make being away from home bearable. He grinned, gratefully catching the shirt tossed his way. “Well, maybe tell ‘em the new android is running around naked outside the firehouse looking for his clothes. That outta keep their attention for a bit while I change all the locker combinations.”

“...-I mean, it’s still uncomfortable. I can sense heat for, ah, obvious reasons. But I guess it’s a perk that I don't sweat at least--..., ” his voice trailed as Buck stripped off his shirt, instantly distracted by the other’s toned muscles—and the aforementioned beads of sweat on said muscles. Really, Nix? Well, he can’t help it; at this point, the boys back home were family and he never thought twice when they changed. But this was very much different.