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I was gonna wait and post these till I had more doodles but I’ll just post them now it’s fine. I’ll just explain stuff in the tags as per usual
Some Raz poses and some Dion and Adam stuff
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(Please do not use or repost my works anywhere without explicit permission from me thank you)
We’re not crying, you’re crying.
OK. We’re all crying.
CURSE YOU AND YOUR BEAUTIFUL SCHEDULE, MARVEL!
*shakes fist*
((previous part))
Uncle Simon?
Yes, Love?
What’s your favorite color? What kind of rain do you like? If you could ride a bike for forever what color would it be? Do you like birds? What kind? Do you wear your glasses when you sleep? Is Mom your favorite? You never tell her to piss off—
Woah, Woah, woah! Okay! Slow down, kiddo!
Uncle Simon it’s really important!
Why?
My new friend wants to know!!
There’s a knock to the table only caught by Joseph. Tommy watch him with a pointed look.
leave your uncle alone and finish your homework.
~~~ ”Mr.Soap! Mr.Soap!” Joseph excitly yells, pushing past students and jumping over two chair to greet him. The youngest Riley smiles wildly, bouncing on the balls of his feet as both Roach and Soap get settled into their seats
“ah! There’s the wee barin, now! Me mam’s made ye some cookies. Y’all like almonds?”
“yes!”
“here. These are along cookies with chocolate and coconut.” the young bow squeals in excitement, quickly taking the tupperwear and placing it into his book bag ((full of snacks, coloring books, his homework from school, and a new picture of Simon, Tommy, and Beth when they were younger))
“Thank you!” Joseph signs and Johnny signs it back.
“I was talking to my uncle today! And got lots of information on him for you!”
note: Soap is still yet to actually talk to Simon
“oh yeah? Like what?”
“He said his favorite color is green, he likes rain that taps on metal roofs, if he could ride a bike for forever it would be a blue one like his mummy had, he likes the color of cardinals but thinks blue jays are nice too. I tried to explain what chirping sounded like and he made this silly face! Like this!” The little boy scrunches up his nose into a confused face with eyebrows pinched. Roach can’t help but chuckle. “Apparently ! You aren’t supposed to wear glasses when you sleep! I asked him if he did and he said no. And he never tells my mummy to piss off so I think she’s his favorite?”
a few of the students turned their heads as Joseph cursed, all trying to contain their fond giggles. Soap was unable too.
“Lad!” He chuckles, pulling the boy in to ruffle his hair. “Ye cannae be cursin!”
“oh! But daddy and uncle Simon does it!”
“They are grown ups, it’s different.”
“oooohhhhhh. Okay. But-but that’s all you needed to know right? The important stuff?”
soap nods fondly, leaning back in his chair.
“yes. Knowing his favorite type of rain is so important. Thanks barin.”
Soap has a bad habit. But he doesn't think it's... that bad. Just a joke between him and Ghost that he'd started, really. Well- it wasn't completely a joke to him, but it was to Ghost, so it didn't really matter. Or, it did but that was kinda... it was his own problem to deal with. Not that was the real bad habit of his, he jumps head first into everything and has to do damage control after.
It was him and Ghost on watch tonight, price and Gaz were soundly a sleep in the other side of the safehouse. They'd been tracking a target for the last three days, and hopefully wouldn't have too much longer before they could go take him into custody. That's not to say they haven't been busy, infact it would be more accurate to say they've been a little stretched thin between this target, and taking out a seperate enemy warehouse.
The night was quiet, interrupted only by the incessant frog chirps and cricket calls. Somehow it felt both tired, and restless. And like always, he opens his big mouth to break the tension that sprouts from somewhere he can't see.
"Go out with me, L.T?" He asked, tying the straw wrapper in his hands into a finger sized ring, and presenting it to the man.
"I don't want to do this tonight, Sargeant." Ghost says curtly. Ouch, he got ranked? In all fairness, soap supposes, Ghost is tired, worked to the bone like the rest of them. Soap doesn't fault him. So he drops it.
But ot does get his mind spinning. In two years, Ghost hasn't snapped at him about this stupid joke once, not like he just had anyway. Sure it wasn't harsh, but soap could read between the lines just fine. Ghost was tired of it, or maybe just too tired to deal with the uncomfortability of it. He's gotten that Ghost didn't want him the first time he rejected him, but he'd also laughed it off as a joke, so he'd been keeping his alibi ever since. Not that those attempts were ever disingenuous either, just that he was expecting the Answer. But he wouldn't have kept it up if he'd known it made Ghost uncomfortable. Maybe he should have known. He definitely should have with how much he studies the man. Looking at him now he can see the way Ghost's eyes flick to him, then away as he does an uncomfortable little shift, so small that if you weren't looking for it you wouldn't see it. But he does see it now.
"Ahm sor'y, Ghost." It takes him a very generous amount of time to put together the words he needs in a way that sounds genuine enough to his own ears. Longer still for him to speak them. "I hadn't meant to make you uncomfortable, I should have known." He rips at the straw paper as he speaks, "it never meant anything, if that makes you feel better." Then he falters a little, but he plows on, "ah'll um- ah'll stop joking about it." The once paper ring, now just a scrap of litter on the wooden table beneath his hands.
Ghost doesn't respond, just looks at him silently, and he feels a pit drop in his stomach. He wishes the ground would just swallow him up so he wouldn't have to deal with the repercussions of his own actions. The tension in the air pulls tight, tight enough to strangle them so he opens his mouth. Again.
"So.. did you hear about the kidnapping at school?.... he woke up." Soap chuckles, answering his own joke. It does not solve anything. If anything it makes it all worse, if the way Ghost doesn't even acknowledge it had anything to say about it. "Okay.." he resigns himself to a silent and uncomfortable watch for the night, he'll sleep it off tomorrow, stop making the jokes, and it'll all be fine.
I'd be fine for them. For him it wouldn't be, it wasn't since the first rejection, and it wasn't for the 83 other accumulated attempts, but he'll live. He has been, so he'll keep doing so. Even if it ached to breath around the thought. He'll just... not think about it.
"So it never meant anything?" The question catches him off guard and leaves him floundering. Ghost is looking at him when he glances up now. Yes! Yes! It did! It does! Everytime! All the time! His mind screams.
"No- never." He chokes out instead, the lie tastes sour on his tongue, and he's so sure Ghost has noticed. He's gonna get visibility uncomfortable with soap any second now. Soap knows it. Braces for it.
"You're lying?" But it sounds more like a statement. Almost sounds offended. Like Ghost is hurt that soap would try to lie to him. Which, quite frankly, doesn't make sense. Why couldn't he just accept it and move on, why does he have to torment soap about it.
Soap can't muster up another ill-tasting lie, so he just looks away.
"You did mean it." That one is a statement, one which soap cringes internally at. "Did.. did you mean it the first time?"
Soap doesn't want to answer. He really really doesn't. But he forces himself to nod, just once. The first one had meant the most to him.
"I thought you were joking... messing with me to have a laugh." Ghost admits quietly.
"I was. Kinda," he sighs, folding his arms on the table and dropping his head onto them, he mutters, "not... not really. I- I um- it was just... easier to laugh it off." His finger dejectedly traces idle shapes on the table. "This'll make an even 85, suppose that's as good a number as any to stop." He laments to himself.
"Ask me again."
"What?" He head shoots up in surprise.
"Ask me again." Ghost repeats.
"O- okay..." he picks at the skin around his thumbnail, "uhm.. I- uh.. would you.. gooutwithme?" He rushes the question out, not really wanting to drag out the inevitable answer.
"Ok." He said it so simple.
"I- huh?" He freezes.
"I want to go out with you." Ghost looks him in the eye. It makes soap's heart do a weird thing.
"Okay." He can't help the smile that spits his face, his knee bounces with giddiness, and he can't help but nudge Ghost boot with the toe of his own. Ghost does it back.
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