FELIZ NAVIDAD !!!
Speaking of… you know, I had a dream about you last night.
You've been thinking of me too much. Gotta say, I'm flattered.
have your right-handed n7 day sketch
and who better than the newest n7 recruit mr jimmy jam vega
Mumbling something incoherent, she stirs just a little when he speaks. She needs sleep, but damn if anyone would be able to convince her of that. “Whatcha doin’?”
Ironic. These two were so alike, denying themselves the pleasure of sleep just to finish a few important tasks.. or maybe they just forgot to fucking sleep.
"I'm.. ah-- I'm just standing here. Kind of zoning out."
She is mostly silent as she slips close by and simply rests her head against his shoulder, letting out a somewhat pitiful sigh.
"Me too, chica." James nods, his movements almost robotic at this point but apparently, that's what happens if you don't get to sleep a lot.
Sure it’s not. [ She chuckles along, resting her head on his shoulder to look at it. ] Oh yeah, you’re into some weird shit, Vega.
{ he looks down in mock shame before laughing. }
There is no way I'm into this.
"I can deal with Sebbie." Sebastian showed his teeth in a smile. Then, quite unceremoniously, he put one foot on the edge of James’ desk and used it to jump at and catch the bar James used for his chin-ups. Two seconds later and Sebastian was hanging upside-down by his knees, regarding the taller man at close enough to eye level.
"Got any plans for shore leave?"
James just watched in awe. Some part of him felt a little jealously because really, James couldn't get his huge ass up there and do it himself. Obviously, he went with strength over speed. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to regret it. Instead, he just chuckled and crossed his arms, relaxing in that familiar wide stance of his.
"I'unno." For a moment, he didn't.
"Probably give a visit to an old friend, drown myself in her, forget about everything when I'm with her." The Lieutenant paused his rambling and laughed once more. "Yea, good ol' alcohol will never let you down."
im trying to fucking write and all i can think about is 'would a butt tattoo be a pain in the ass'
god damn it
Would a butt tattoo be a pain in the ass?
"James, do you think I could wear a neck tattoo as well as you do?" A simple question. "Not that I was considering it. I'm just asking your opinion."
"Uhh.." He stalls before answering, genuinely trying to imagine his best friend with the same waffle-burns he had. It didn't work.
"Sure man!"
–Feeling a bit out of breath, are we, James? I’m almost disappointed.
-- Don't be. I took a nice chunk of shrapnel to the face. If that doesn't impress you, nothing will.
"What are we doing here?"
"Well, Alenko." He positions to the bar in front of him, two perfectly poured shots just waiting to be consumed.
"We're getting drunk."
Y-Yeah. Glad we got out of that one alive.
I’ve decided to call them “Voker” for the time being. I might make this my avatar.
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All the starter sentences I could find, alphabetized.
Whatever you say, James. I wouldn’t want to interrupt you watching your “football game”.
Oh c'mon, it's not like that. { he chuckles. }
It's just really fuckin' weird.