Shut up, we're not friends.

Do not fucking laugh at that. God.

Grif rolled a shoulder in a shrug, but he kept his gaze away from Washington. Since being alone on Iris, he’d fallen out of practice of keeping his indifferent mask on his face - why bother when there was no one around to see it? “Oh you know… I had an easier time of things compared to you guys, it sounds like. But hey, glad to be back.” 

He glanced back at Washington, and did his best to not glance at the man’s neck. “Glad to have you back in action too man.”

      HE WASN’T CERTAIN “EASY” WAS A good description for any of them lately, truthfully speaking. It was almost impressive how quickly quiet retirement life was flipped upside-down on its head. A part of him felt that he shouldn’t have been too surprised though -- it seemed that chaos was always right around the corner for them.  ❝ Glad to have you back. Uh, wish the circumstances weren’t so..Chaotic. But still. ❞  It was nice to have everyone together again, despite the situation they were in. It never did feel quite the same when they weren’t all together.

“If that makes you sleep at night, fine, but how about you get your gunout of my face so I can show you, or do I need to come back with my counselor to vouch for me, I’ve already talked to Vanessa,” he looked at wash as though he were challenging him and mocking him “ or shoot me and live in your self denial all you want, it doesn’t change the past, remember wash I know everything you did and everyone you killed for freelancer, you are nowhere as innocent as you try to be and killing a man who is trying to change just proves my point,”

      IT WAS INCREDIBLY DIFFICULT TO RESIST the urge to roll his eyes. Whether or not Felix truly had ‘changed’, one thing was for certain -- he was still just as irritating to listen to as he had been before.  ❝ I never said I was innocent. ❞  He snipped back.  ❝ But I’d say I earned my place. And never once did I go around flaunting that I was suddenly ‘good’. ❞  He had been given a second chance -- he was confident that he had been able to utilize that opportunity to the fullest, but he knew that the blood stained on his hands could never quite disappear.

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“Believe me… I wouldn’t normally willingly launch myself into these situations…” A grimace was supplied at the soldier, the android’s ears folding back as he held the large metal piece up against cover fire (he’d no idea where it came from, but the flat object had been lying there when he’d been dumped into what he could assume was a battlefield. 

What a way to go. 

Ziel hadn’t the time to pick sides, with a rainbow-colored set of troops to one side, and men with same-outfit-syndrome on the other. The latter had been the ones to fire at him first, and despite the other not seeming friendly either, he’d chosen to duck behind the rubble they’d created as a shield. He ducked under the plasma overhead, eyeing the guns the men beside him carried. 

“…A-And I’d like to ask you to um… wait before shooting me? Please? I have no idea what’s going on here.” How would they trust him? He’d just fallen through a portal to here. That seemed to be happening a lot lately. “Maybe… I can help as a truce? At least until those guys stop?”

      BEING TRAPPED ON THE WAR-TORN planet of Chorus meant that a lot of strange scenarios were tossed in Wash’s direction. Each time they did, he didn’t suspect anything could top the last one -- to which he was typically greatly mistaken. This situation was no different really. 

      There wasn’t a lot of time they were given under these circumstances to really examine the -- stranger that had seemingly just fallen from the sky. A lot all happened at once -- a sudden skirmish with the Space Pirates, something they hadn’t anticipated, && a stranger dropping into the midst of the crossfire. Thankfully ( or, unfortunately ? Wash had yet to form an opinion on if this newcomer was going to be helpful to them, or a danger. ) they managed to take cover with a piece of debris. Even so, as they made their way to where Wash and his men were, the former freelancer didn’t hesitate to aim his weapon at them. 

      They didn’t look like their typical enemies, but it didn’t mean they could afford to be so complacent as someone of unknown origins made their way behind their only secure area for the moment.

      Still, he wasn’t so heartless as to simply shoot them without giving them any sort of chance. That person wasn’t who he was anymore, after all. And they seemed so confused && disoriented as he would expect someone that had just fallen into the midst of a battle to feel. Wash narrowed his eyes a little under his visor, && though he didn’t lower his weapon, his posture went a bit lax. As lax as it could during a fight.

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There was a small hint of sadness in his green eyes as he looked up to the man, flashing a sad, tired smile. Did he even know what a genuine smile was anymore? He listened to the words that were spoken to him, shaking his head a bit and letting out a small sigh. He knew better than to leave Paris when they needed him. He knew better than to leave Ladybug on her own. 

               ── Not that he could really go back anymore.

❝ There’s no way I’m going back now. I’ve failed too many people; let them all down. I came here to start anew… ❞

❝ Eh? What makes you say that? I’m sure I can hold my own, sir. ❞ He sighs softly, nervously playing with his ring. It was a bad habit of his when he was feeling anxious or sad. 

           …Yeah, he could hold his own. His ring was a reminder. A painful reminder at that. 

      WELL HE WASN’T ENTIRELY SURE WHAT this boy had been through, nor did he plan to pry much further. But even if he hadn’t mentioned running off, it was obvious in the way he held himself. ( After all, Wash had been there before himself. He knew the signs well enough by this point. ) He offered the boy a small little smile of his own, hopefully reassuring. 

      ❝ Well there’s nothing wrong with starting over. Everybody deserves a second chance. ❞ Where would he have been without one of his own ?

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“…This thing sucks,” The young woman couldn’t help but huff in irritance as she kept feeling around the newly assigned helmet to her. Just about everyone else got the standard issued helmets– why was she the one who got ugliest looking model? Looking toward her fellow rookie, she eyed the other’s helmet.

“And brown, too. Is this the shit I get for needing really small armor?”

      ❝ HEY, AT LEAST YOU DON’T LOOK like a walking road. Seriously -- They couldn’t have picked ANY other color schemes ? ❞  He would’ve preferred something like a brown color, it made better camouflage. ( Grey was okay for that too, he supposed. But the fact that he looked like a highway was still a bit annoying. ) 

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❝ …… ❞