â < âź > The car was late. Very late. Trench impatiently stood in the same spot, angered and waiting. Why the hell was it so late? Heâll have to fire the driver. Thereâs no other way around this. Thereâs no reason that The Director should be late due to somebody elseâs negligence.
    He cleared his throat, considered a smoke, but then realized the front desk employee would be livid with him. He didnât have the patience to be polite to strangers let alone argue with them. He got enough of that with the boy, or with Dr. Darling. He knew he didnât have the strength to play nice most days anymore. Even if it was his own fault⌠And heâs definitely not waiting outside in the early morning cold, because if he went out to smoke, heâs definitely not going back inside.
   The man checks his watch, notes that it hasnât been as long as it felt. This was an utter hassle. Trench rolls his eyes, annoyance oozing off of him. Something that usually made his neighbors steer clear of him the few times he does run into them, thankfullyâthat was not often. Despite that statement, a face he hasnât seen before gets out of the elevator. Trench spares them a glance, but then quickly loses interest and continues waiting. The interest doesnât reignite even as the other walks past him, to the mailboxes.  Instead, all that Trench feels is anger.
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â < âź >Â Trench was just outside of the apartment complex, having a smoke one (considerably) nice evening. Heâd usually pay little mind to passersby who gave him dirty looks, but here was Dr. Mallory making an appearance. Only to stop in front of the other man and say that.Â
    The nasty thing was just on his right eye, definitely less red at this point. Had it been one of Trenchâs management team members (Salvador and Marshall could take care of themselves, to some extent same applies to Tommasi) he would be livid and whatever care he had would come to be displayed to itâs full extent. Perhaps, with some twisted vigilance. But this was Adrian. A man he considered to barely know.Â
     So, instead, Trench puffs out smoke after a pause of quiet and smirks. âYeah, so pretty I might get myself one, too...â
[quiet jealousy]Â - Your muse becomes jealous over my muse for whatever reason, and expresses it non-verbally, lingering closer to my muse than usual, touching them casually, etc.
   The stunt at the gala went better than anticipated for Pascal. Not only were there other serious bidders for a possible date with Maxwell, but he also managed to outbid them all. As Smart walked away from the crowd and towards the man heâd have to spend the rest of the evening togetherânot like he wouldnât have chosen to do that anywayâheâs stiff and embarrassed beyond belief. Maybe a little proud that several people wanted âŚhim. Okay, that felt odd to say. Max isnât sure how he felt about that. But being âsold offâ for the night at a hefty sum wasnât exactly how he anticipated this âdateâ to go.
  One means, it did start sort of as a date, but now itâs a paid date. Is this cheating in regards to the bidding? Did he get tricked? Why did Pascal do this? Okay, now he was confusing himself. This just felt off, thatâs enough.
  âAh, Maxwell⌠didnât this just end beautifully!â
  âWhat if somebody else won!â Max whisper shouts at Sauvage, who throws up his hands in mock-defense.
  âWell, that would have been most unfortunate.â A smile on his lips betrays he wouldnât have let that happen, but the operative doesnât calm down. Heâs about to make another jabbing comment when a woman approaches the two of them. She eyes the Frenchman oddly then smiles at Max.
  âHiâŚ?âSmart mutters, trying to distract from the one-sided argument that took place here seconds ago.
  âIâve got to say, Iâm disappointed in losing out on this, but I supposeâ friends have each otherâs back, right? âHer smile bears teeth and Max mirrors it at herâshe was beautiful, mind you, so it was no surprise. However, Pascal steps closer to Maxwell places a hand on his back and looks most annoyed at this woman, than anything has ever before irritated him.
  âYes, well, I suppose we best be on our way, Maxwell.â With that, he pushes the spy further away from the crowd (and most importantly, that woman).
  âAre youâŚjealous? âMax says once heâs been dragged halfway across the building, and theyâre finally more alone.
  âNon! I am not.â Pascalâs tone is still holding anger. Mostly directed at the lady, somewhat at Max for even reacting to her⌠Smart laughs and theyâre outside when he finally adds:
  âOh my god, you are jealous! âMax grins now, wider. Digs his heels into the ground to prevent Sauvage from taking him out of there.
  âOh, come now⌠We were supposed to be on a date, werenât weâletâs go do something fun!âThe Frenchman approaches the operative, unable to force a different expression on his face than one of âI want to leave.â To which Maxwell just grins up at, grabs the lapel of Pascalâs jacket, and kisses him.
  âNever had anyone get jealous over me. â Max confesses but is shut up from rambling by another kiss.
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@adrianmalloryâ || Random starter for Pascal from Maxie, hon hon hon.
  Usually, a ball thrown in Washington would have been of no interest to the operative, but given the circumstances-- no, actually scratch that. He was only here due to work. He still has no clue whoâs been blackmailing the political parties nor what the purpose of this was. However, once Max figures it out-- heâll be sure to let the chief know and hopefully bring the culprit to his rightful place-- a prison. For now, he only suspects that this event might be of interest to the person behind the dirty deeds. So he must keep his eyes and ears open to anything! Whatever chatter or oddity it may be.Â
  Speaking of chatter, though, as he stands by the buffet, eyeing everything with vacant enough eyes -- too intent on listening to his surroundings-- he notes the french words spoken nearby. Instantly, catching his attention for non-work related reasons, just out of curiosity, honestly, he averts his gaze to the relatively long-haired man. He seemed... whatâs the word... dandy? Well, either way, Max downs some of his drink, pretending to not listen while actually doing just so. Unfortunately, the noise and music gets in the way, so itâs hard to make out too much. But Smartâs interest was caught. Maybe today he could forget about work? God, did he need some good company.
   Under his breathe he repeats the simple greeting, quietly enough, however he struggles with building up the courage.
   âHello, my name is Max.. no, dammit. Hi, Iâm Max.âÂ
Injury starter: âI told you not to act recklessly like that. You might think youâre protecting me, but youâre gonna get yourself killed if you keep jumping in like that.â
injury starters || status: acceptingÂ
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   Mark had stepped back at the comment, swallowing his pride and with his proverbial tail between his legs as he gets scolded by the other man. He huffs in response, wincing at the pain from his forming bruises when he forces a chuckle after-- he was not safe from punches, that much was clear, even if he did handle the mess eventually.Â
   âItâs fine! Besides--â He protests and his voice is hoarse from strangled sounds he made before. Now in a much quieter tone, he continues: âI wouldnât have forgiven myself if they did anything to you.â Not something he wants to admit out loud, but when itâs just them here, whatâs the point of trying to pretend? Then again, this entire thing was complicated... Mark only cared about protecting his people, of which Adrian was one, right? It wasnât going to be more than that, didnât have to be-- he just didnât want anyone heâs supposed to take care of getting in harm's way, right? Yeah. That made a whole lot more sense and he was going to stick by that if asked.Â
   He eventually looks up at Mallory, eyes glistering with something soft, rushed as he glances the scientist over. Expectant of something or other.Â
âł (and of course i'll be gay with you! need you even ask? :D)
kissy time || no longer accepting || number generated: 2
2. A rough kiss against the wall.
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   This was becoming a habit.
  Adrian spotted Mark leaving the building and joined him in a quick-paced walk towards the exit, so with a deserted hall, Markâs impulses probably got the better of him.Â
  As the scientist was on a long tangent, complaining again but at least not being spiteful-- Markâs headache grows and he notes the previous method that worked. He takes a sharp turn to the other man, as he steps forward, he grabs him by his cardiganâs front and pushes him into the wall, following in the motion to press him there with his own body so he wouldnât flinch.
  âAdrian, shut up.â He mutters half-heartedly as he leans in and firmly rams his lips against the otherâs who was mid-sentence. Mallory unknowingly made the perfect opportunity for the General to kiss him deeply and surely. Upon pulling away, he canât help his teeth accidentally grazing Malloyâs lower lip. Then he gets a bright idea, and nips him before licking it and only then taking a step back, out of breath, while still bearing an annoyed expression.
