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@foolthe asked: why do these things always happen to me? / grace for leon :) // morbid curiosity
"WELCOME TO THE CLUB," Leon teases with a gentle elbow-nudge to her shoulder— subdued, reluctant to startle her. The surprise is over for now, at least, shared adrenaline winding down as they stand in the aftermath and process. Ever the trained soldier, he takes it in quick, mulling over every possibility flooding through his head in a matter of seconds. Far more rare than it used to be to find the DSO's prized Agent Kennedy on the field these days, he resigned to his age and the advice from those that actually care ( that and, finally, the fleeting hope that one day he may truly find himself free ). Not quite retirement yet, no one could stop him from taking a case he's truly set on if they tried, but close enough.
Still, no level of cutting back rids him of the instincts, especially with Grace involved. "I'm gonna go out on a limb—" Leon starts, with a pointed head tilt to the severed, undead arm lying on the ground in front of them. "—and guess you weren't planning on entering the fray this time. Interrupted plans are practically a rite of passage, unfortunately."
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the bisexuality is leaving my bODY AAAA AAAAAAAAAA PUT IT BAAAAAAAAAAACK
bites. doesn't let go
@foolthe asked: ❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜ / ricky's turn 2 be dramatic // everything everywhere all at once starters
"ONE MORE THING," Michael shoots back, biting the inside of his cheek to keep a shit-eating grin from taking over his expression too much. "Not seeing any exploding heads, you're lying to me, Ricky?" Despite the initially stupid response ( which is, in a way, indicative of how relaxed he's grown around her: he forgot how good it feels to just laugh with a friend for a while ), concern bites at him. Dramatic, yeah ( he can't say anything about that ), but she does look tired, enough for his brow to knit slightly as he tries to determine how to... go about that. He isn't well versed in comfort, both of them have had to work on simply not running away the moment anything gets the slightest bit too vulnerable, but she has done more than enough for him. "I'm guessing not thinking about it includes not talking about it. You... need a distraction, then? 'Cause I've got a handful of shitty movies on standby. Or— you know, whatever you want."
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"observant. bi, actually but what do you gain from pointin' that out? huh? you want me to be straight??" get them. get their ass. this one, officer.
@foolthe asked: ❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜ from ricky !! // an assortment of dialogue prompts
DISMISSIVE SHRUG, Michael averts his gaze and avoids the question— he figures the question isn't even necessary ( she does have a knack for being able to tell these sorts of things ), and she's just asking to leave Michael some of his dignity with the chance to admit it. Not if Michael has anything to say about that. He genuinely doesn't think it should be enough of a concern to point out: the unbalanced cycle has been his standard for years now. Waves of insomnia ( with a tinge of staving off nightmares, ones that greet him just about every time he closes his eyes ) followed by stretches of nothing but sleep or staring at the ceiling without getting out of bed for days. He's just in the lack-of-sleep period right now ( which, somehow, often feels like the better of the two ).
"I dunno... how long's it been since you slept?" Turning the question on her: the strategy is foolproof ( Michael deludes himself ). He didn't catch many obvious signs of exhaustion, but the both of them are more than skilled at concealing, call it an educated guess. Instead of listening to her obvious implications, he takes the chance while the topic lays on her to steal another sip of the energy drink that prompted the question in the first place. "I'm sleeping as much as usual."
@foolthe asked: ❛ You're putting every single one of us at risk. Just know that. ❜ g,,,georgi,,e,,, for jon…………. // the walking dead sentence starters
THE PUSH AND PULL BETWEEN MONSTROUS AND HUMAN has held Jon in its grip far too often nowadays— he spends the better part of his day contemplating it ( the word feels too calm for such an insurmountable question... ruminating over it ) and rarely comes to any sort of conclusion that satisfies. The very question is indicative of what is becoming of him: HUNGER. A craving for knowledge, for answers, pulling on the threads of questions until he can allow the eye to gorge on its truths. Resistance is met with starvation, instability, the kind of desperation that makes him insatiable ( the kind that would cause him to... approach a woman at a coffee shop and pull the most traumatic experience she's ever endured out of her without a single concern, for example ).
The grip of the Magnus Institute is no secret to any of them now, either: they all know of their inability to quit, all of them taking it in... different degrees of acceptance. Jon... well, for something hellbent on answers, he hardly knows what he wants. If he could escape... would he? He wants to carve the monster out of him, but it's far from that simplistic... and he finds himself doubting whether he could leave with all the unanswered questions before him.
Either way, it lead him to Georgie's door. A mistake, he knew it before he knocked ( he's a bloody sight, too, rain coming down in sheets of misery having soaked his days old sweater and hair not cut in far too long ). Her reaction confirms his suspicions, and like most of his choices these days, fills him with regret. "I- I know, Georgie, I'm— aware, it's just- I figured you— that we could-" Good lord, he doesn't even have any kind of sufficient excuse. He supposes he just misses her. "Can't we talk? For just a few moments, look-" He fishes through his pockets, arms up empty-handed: no tape recorders.