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unprompted q. ( @trcstfunded. )

a poke to his side causes him to jerk a little, body contorting for half a second, mostly at the surprise, rather than anything else. of course, he knew who it was. rafe was the only other person in attendance, so there wasn't anybody else it could've been.

he nearly drops his cigarette in the process, before annoyedly shooting rafe a look.

sentence meme / closed.

❝ yeah, no problem, ❞ he says, pushing himself away from the wall with a slight movement of his shoulders, feet shuffling as he turned towards the other. he tried to be as civil as possible with rafe, and they had developed a pretty decent relationship over the past couple of years. not that sam felt indebted to him or anything... there was just a lot to unpack.

panama had been one big accident and those wounds would never fully heal. the bullet shaped scars on his abdomen will never go away. for some reason, he blames rafe for it all. no, not for some reason, the blame was justifed. it was him that stabbed vargas to begin with. him the reason he spent thirteen goddamn years in that prison.

samuel clears his throat, tosses the butt of his mostly smoken cigarette onto the asphalt, and stomps it out with the thick part of his heel. ❝ not like i've been waiting out here like a fucking idiot for the past hour, or anything. ❞ not bitter, simply part of their dynamic. they didn't bicker much, a mutual understanding. they definitely fucked with one another, though.

@trcstfunded​ ○ 𝕣𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖 ○

         ⤷  『  “ I am surrounded by traitors and fools. ”  』

"Oh really, and what does that make you?" He can't resist snarking at Adler's frustrated exclamations before getting knocked in the back of the head by the butt of the gun one of the man's goons was holding, earning them a small hiss of pain. Alright so maybe mouthing off while he's their captive isn't exactly to his benefit but there's only so much megalomania a guy can take, y'know?

"Maybe try investing in some better help though, these guys sure don't seem to be cutting it." He mutters with a small smirk. Damn but it's a pity they caught him. Nevertheless watching them struggle over stuff he's had no trouble figuring out is actually kind of funny. Less so when they're holding a gun to your head, but still.

Now then, about getting out of here…

"Why don't you boys go blow up a couple more of those ruins, hm? Seems to be working as well as anything else you've tried so far." And if that got them out of his hair so he could escape, all the better.

@trcstfunded​ ○ 𝕣𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖 ○

         ⤷  『  “ I never asked for any of your bloody heroics. ”  』

"Gee, you're welcome." He grouched annoyedly, stumbling away from the other with a glare as he attempts to catch his breath. They should be in the clear right now, but he's still a bit too wound up to actually collapse down onto the floor like he really wants to do. That was way too close of a call.

Looking for the pirate colony is something he's been determined to keep at, especially after Sam lost his life to this mad chase, from landmark to landmark with a deadly drop and deadlier puzzle behind every damn corner they came across. That wouldn't be anything new, except that they keep butting heads, Rafe clearly wanting to keep in charge of the project while Nate is the one with most of the info they actually need to decipher the clues.

Well, that and Rafe was just plain impatient, which had led to them racing out of the tunnel as it collapsed behind him, after having pulled Rafe out from the puzzle's center which had promptly begun collapsing around them. Heriocs, bah! See how he likes it next time when Nate thinks better of saving the ungrateful bastard's life.

"Y'know, maybe next time leave the deadly puzzle in the underground crypt to me?" He muttered as he finally caught his breath enough to utter more than just expletives, dropping down onto a nearby crate and gingerly holding his side. He'll be lucky if he's just bruised, though nothing feels broken at least…

@trcstfunded​ ○ 𝕣𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖 ○

         ⤷  『  “ I’m willing to forgive and forget. For old time’s sake. ”  』

When something sounds too good to be true… Well, you know the saying. Point being, there's no way Nate's planning on actually trusting this guy after all of the shit they've been through. It's not exactly like he's gone and forgotten about Rafe completely losing it against the warden in that Panamanian jail, leading to him losing Sam.

Okay so even if Sam actually survived, the point still stands. They could've gotten out of there with way less trouble and gotten rid of the greedy bastard somehow later, without the whole rain of bullets shit. Never mind how testy both of them had been after the fact, constantly at each other's throats and getting nowhere until Nate had decided to say to hell with it and left the other to his own devices. Easier said than done, but he'd managed.

Now here they were again, facing off against each other under less than stellar circumstances, except with a brother who's alive and out of prison and who Nate is so decking after this for lying to him and getting him into this mess. He'd settled down for fuck's sake! Now his brother had gotten him into this mess and the maniac across from him is thinking that playing nice means Nate's going to cooperate. As if that's ever worked before.

"Yeah? That's real generous of you." There's just a slight hint of sarcasm to his words, a raised brow and hands not quite raised where someone with a gun pointing at them should be keeping them. "I guess you remember those days differently then, 'cause you've always had this nasty habit of pointing weapons at me bud."

Of course, even if Rafe had actually lowered his weapon, Nate knew full well the guy was on a hair trigger at all times, and Nadine hadn't lowered hers. "Pretty sure you don't actually know how to play nice in the first place, Rafe."

He's about 60% sure the drop behind him won't kill him if he takes it, which isn't the best of odds admittedly but hey, what's a guy with a gun pointed at his head gonna do? Jump, obviously.

"Sorry fellas, better luck next time, yeah?"

Oh-god-please-don't-let-this-kill-meeeeeeeeee—!!

Robert had, begrudgingly, fallen into a better sleep schedule than his previous one after sharing a bed with Rafe for so long. He had learned how to continue with his own sleep even after his boyfriend rose from bed at whatever obscenely early hour he needed to get up at for the day — But, despite the fact that he slept for a couple more hours, that did not mean that he got to sleep as long as he would have liked.