Wash pauses, knife upraised, when he hears footsteps and the unmistakeable strains of singing. Terrible singing. He stares when the squad comes back, more organised than he's ever seen them, led by York who grins and when he passes.
Oh dear god, he's adopted them.
They are fucked.
A vicious throw leaves his knife stuck in the target and then he's running after them, falling into pace next to York. "Really? You cou;dn't think of anything better to sing?"
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Wash pauses, knife upraised, when he hears footsteps and the unmistakeable strains of singing. Terrible singing. He stares when the squad comes back, more organised than he's ever seen them, led by York who grins and when he passes.
Oh dear god, he's adopted them.
They are fucked.
A vicious throw leaves his knife stuck in the target and then he's running after them, falling into pace next to York. "Really? You cou;dn't think of anything better to sing?"