#vaingates

(( HOLY GREEN BEANS I’M HERE))

---It’s a coveted, precious thing: the gentle basking in each other's company that comes with a career where death is ALWAYS a possibility. At least, that’s how Mason has come to view the rare moments he can greedily capitalize on Isaac’s attention. There has to be no less than three or four blankets wrapped about them in some sort of half made COCOON, forgotten snack bowls scattered here & there,  Mason’s head tucked neatly into the crook of the other man’s neck, legs loosely tangled with the occasional BRUSH of bare toes over foot.Yes, Mason is happy. The low rumble of the television echoes in the background with a drone-- which is all it really serves as in this moment. An occasional comment about the ongoing program demands a soft snort or chuckle from the recipient along with a gentle shoulder shove that acts as a catalyst for the shifting of bodies until all possible space between their sides is erased. In this moment there is nothing but them and blankets and safety and COMFORT.

[Text: Larkin’s Other Friend]: oh[Text: Larkin’s Other Friend]: yo dude[Text: Larkin’s Other Friend]: i’m down for whatever’s going down right now ;)[Text: Larkin’s Other Friend]: [sends return dick pic]

      “    you know, i never really got clear answers from you while we were talking with the others. you make it seem like we’re all doing this for good, for some kind of purpose, but i’m going to have to agree with grif and the others here. this is risky   ...  and i can’t promise you we’ll actually join, but i can promise you this : if you get any of my men hurt, you won’t be alive to tell the tale.   “

So he tracks down Felix and does his best to look like he hasn’t been searching all over the stupid base for him. He lifts a hand in an awkward halfway. “Hey, Felix. You busy? I’m bored as fuck, you wanna... I dunno, spar or some shit?”

   ❝ yeah, i’m fucking alive, you ass-dick! ❞ she may have yelled that a little louder than she meant to. whoops.