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it had only taken her three time to bust open the door she was contained in. stumbling over her own paws she licked her muzzle. no one was really out here but dear god couldn’t she hear everything? the walls had the sound bouncing off from her nails. she heard laughter somewhere down the hall and a steady footsteps coming her away. her t-shirt was hanging on her shoulders and she twisted her head just enough so her teeth could catch as she ripped it off.  but now? a second pair of foot steps were coming down the hall and she groaned(growled?)  as a man appeared in regular clothes. it was difficult but from the way he gasped and dropped his cup he was surprised. 

south wasn’t really surprised when an animalistic urge threatens to  break free onto the man as she snarled at him to back off. the first  footsteps were coming closer but the shadow kept sweet talking her. see, if it was her, she’d possibly be scared too–a giant wolf(supposed to be extinct) was in the corridors of the god fuck of middle of space.

he took a step back.  something swelled inside her.  he ran.  she followed with a snap of her jaws and ignored the other shadow in  hallways. 

North had immediately gone in search of his sister, after being notified of her ‘transformation’, so to speak. It was almost unreal, watching her, as she broke free of her captivation. But after what he’d been through during the Project, nothing really seemed to surprise him these days. He just let it all be. Why should he question things that have no meaning to him?

He continued to watch from afar,  waiting for the right time to approach.  He didn’t want to hurt his sister, but  just in case, he carried a knife, strapped to his leg armor.

Once South went after the poor soldier, North soon followed after, giving her a snarl of his own. 

Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa: This will forever be North. Rest in pieces, North’s forehead/face.

Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them: idk?? neither really give me that impression

Who starts the tickle fights: CT. You know North’s too tall to fight back, how dare,,

Who starts the pillow fights: Both do

Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile: I think it depends on who goes to bed first

Who mistakes salt for sugar: Neither I don’t think

Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning: North, rip CT’s ears

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines: North

Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order: North

Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies: CT

Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion: North, but sometimes CT too

Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen: CT likes doodling on the spots where Norrth doesn’t have any tattoos already

Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation: Uhh neither?? North isn’t really into magnets

♡ send me a ship and i’ll tell you:

Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa: ALL THREE OF THEM IM FUCKING LAUGHING

Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them: Wash n York.

Who starts the tickle fights: York and Wash. NORTH SUFFERS ENDLESSLY

Who starts the pillow fights: All 3 of them fite eachother. 

Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile: North

Who mistakes salt for sugar: York

Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning: North.

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines: York.

Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order: North. Maybe Wash when he’s in the mood.

Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies: york

Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion: North

Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen: Wash and North doodle on eachother and York too

Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation: Yorkie

i was screaming to southie about north’s not mole