#akalocus

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» Dann halt die Klappe! Ich weiss was zu tun ist.

〔 Words shoved past gritted teeth, anger, irritation, grip tightening      on his gun. The harshness of his native tongue sharpened still      by his tone, barb wire and the scrape of metal. The growl, the      reverb, like a fucking hound at the end of its chain. Perhaps, in      some ways, arguing with himself is worse than arguing with      his partner. 〕

〔 First instinct is to replicate that suspicion, that alarm. Raise his gun and      snap the other soldier directly between cross hairs.                                 ( slower, hesitant, the delay barely noticeable                                   but still there. felix would scold you for that                                   and you know it. )      Posture changed, shifting so his side is forward rather than his chest,      smaller target, harder to hit. A crude mimicry of his partner. Less flash      and glamour, more tactical and precise.

     Unlike this other man, however, Locus didn’t bother bringing his gun      to eye level. The mesh guiding him, gridlines and dots acting as his      sights, lining up with pinpoint precision. No mistakes, no miscalculation.                                 ( you, soldier boy, you, WAR MACHINE, have                                   never made a mistake. )      But that voice. The dull dome of his helmet tilted slightly, curious.      This man sounds just like him. Reverb and growl, identical and the      same. Perhaps a voice modification, meant to confuse, buy time.      Prepared to open the comm to Felix, but not yet. 〕

» You are in a restricted area. Leave the premises     immediately or we will open fire.

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4 : how do you take your coffee / tea?

» I prefer decaffeinated coffee over anything else. A good shot of milk and sugar to chase off the bitter aftertaste. With tea, I like real sweeteners. Artificial tastes too.. powdery. But sometimes I suppose you have to settle for the alternate.

13 : what’s something that made you smile today?

» Hearing Felix storm out of the room because I was right about something. I bet he was pouting too.

32 : tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

“Sleep well. I’ll most likely kill you in the morning.”

    “Well, I mean,” .. he might not be able to see the look on his partner’s face from where he lays at his side – but Felix has a pretty good idea of what it might be. ‘Deadpan’, bordering on ‘annoyed’, perhaps .. if his voice was anything to go off of. He grins cheekily into the curve of Locus’ shoulder. “You can try.”

It’s against his nature – but Felix’s touches are light, gentle, almost – as he presses closer to better explore a stretch of bared skin. Locus throws off heat like a fucking furnace, Felix notes; he can feel the way Locus burned beneath his fingertips and it fascinated him. .. But Felix isn’t kind, and it isn’t long before he lifts his head and smooths over marred flesh to wrap his fingers around Locus’ neck.

    “– But what if I kill you first?” He squeezes gently as if to make a point. “Right here, right now?”