goddamngrenades | RP Open Post

"...mmmokay." He rolls off the sofa. Literally rolls till he can land on his feet and wander over, eyes still mostly closed and covered by the washcloth. Unerringly led to Delta by some sixth sense York leans against him, nuzzling into his hair. "Mmmphle."

Green eye over on the couch, along with its redhaired owner, cracks open a smidge at the garbled sounds. Delta, for his part, looks like a very put upon hound, who nonetheless is still doing his work even as York glomps against him.

Cute. And York must have made one heck of an impression on Delta for him to allow such nonsense for so long. Were they..? ...No. No, Delta was too professional for that.

Still if both were up, so too should the bodyguard be, and she sits up slowly, stretching one arm then the other, before carefully popping her neck.

For a moment he leans there, soaking up Delta's warmth and support before shuffling into a chair to pour himself into it. And pour coffee into himself. Like D said, it was waiting for him. "Mmmm...love you D. you're the best."

There's probably a sigh under all the leaning, Delta straightening a bit more once the York is appropriately seated. He seems unbothered by the declarations of love - from York, they are sincere as they are (probably) (mostly?) platonic, and there's a fresh cup poured for Carolina as she wanders over to join them.

"So, how long until the press conference?"

"Hour, hour and a half?" He mumbles into his mug of coffee. Delta's dealt with him in the morning often enough to be used to his declarations. And been around him often enough in general to know he doesn't mean anything by it.

He sounds thrilled. And by that, she means not at all. "Hmm. In that case," she takes a larger gulp of her coffee, then fixes Delta with a stare. "I'll need the details for the location we're going to, and who's handling security on site, I'll want to liase with them ASAP."

She would prefer to be there on site sooner than later, but leaving him now was unwise. "I'll then send two of the lads ahead to check our route, as well as look out for anything or anyone on site. In smooth, out smooth, and then you can both get back to worrying about vacations."

"D." He murmurs, leaning enough to knock shoulders with Delta. "Sun or snow this time? I'm good with either." Somewhere quiet. Somewhere isolated. Somewhere he can not be on all the time, that'd be nice.

There does appear to be some surprise at the question, Delta resettling his glasses on his nose. "You went white water rafting last time," he points out reasonably. "So I assumed you wanted to consider the Alps - though you would need to decide between the French and the Swiss." A pause. "Or did you want to go to Japan?"

Said, while the details Carolina requested are slid over the table her way, and the redhead excuses herself to make a few phonecalls a room over.

"You know what? I think Japan. There's some nice, quiet spots in the north isn't there? Also: Hot springs. And local music." And sake, but he's trying to not overindulge. It's somewhere new and for him? New is good. New is great.

"I'll arrange it." Old and new, busy and quiet. And the train system would get them from one to the other in a reasonable length of time.

There's a glance towards the occupied sideroom - the one he used for sleep. "She mentioned you wanted to add another to the party?"

"Her." A beat. "She's good at what she does. I trust her. She covered me pretty well, knows her shit, and doesn't take any from me."

"And you trust her." That seems the most important part, to Delta's mind. Even with past bodyguards brought on before, all of whom had been competent employees, this was the first time that Taylor wanted one with them.

He can't say he's not at least a little relieved at the fact.

"Very well. Do we need to find a translator as well?" He handles foreign languages well enough, but it wasn't guaranteed that people there spoke English.

"Yeah, I said that, didn't I?" It is early, he is tired, he might've forgotten. But yeah. He does.

Oh boy, translator.

"As long as it's not Sigma. Or Gamma. One more goddamn knock-knock joke, I swear to god."

"There will be enough family on this trip," is the stern reply, followed by a grimace. "And some are better kept well away from one another."

That is about all the family drama York will get hints at before Carolina returns. Looking...less than pleased, actually. "There will be a police detail, but they're too relaxed for my liking just because the suspect is in jail. Looks like it may be a larger gang of press, too." There a sympathetic look for Taylor. "Might want to pre-prepare a statement, rather than let them pick at you with questions."

"...i hate this part of my job." The recording, the performing, that he loves. The press? Hates them. "All in favor of my becoming a hermit and releasing music online, raise your hand."

He holds his own up high while he sips his coffee.

"you enjoy performing too much," Carolina points out as she sits back down, though she's not without sympathy for the feeling. "Or Delta could write sonething..?"

"I could," he agrees, "but York's attendance will still be required."

"True." He scrubs at his bad eye. It always aches before the rest of his head. "I'll go. I don't know what they wanna hear. Bad shit happened. I'm okay. Concert went on. Bitches be crazy."

"Downplay it if you want. Make sure to speak well of the club - in spite of that man getting through, they were cooperative and did everything they could to help. Especially when we moved things to the roof."

"Right- they were pretty great about getting everything set up so quick. I think they sent a fruit basket? Some kind of an apology." That's worth plenty in his book.

"No baskets, yet." She's have noticed, and probably devoured a good few items in it. She likes fruit.

"Huh. Coulda sworn." He shrugs and takes another deep swig of coffee. "Should I dress up or dress down?"

"Dress for your fans," Delta advises, reshuffling papers. "There will likely be a crowd present, hoping to wave goodbye. They are the ones who need the reassurance more."

"Gotta get out the gel and the guyliner then. Woo!" Half excited fist pump, go. "Think I got something packed that'll work, yeah."

Guyliner? Really? That's a word people actually use in the real world? Carolina just stares at him for a long moment, before making a shooing motion. "Keep in mind that the doors are all translucent in there," she reminds him. She doesn't need to see her client in various stages of undress at this early stage in their business relationship.

Cup in hand he slumps out of his chair with a muttered groan, he hates pr bullshit but- he'll do it. Shower, shave, makeup, hair, he keeps a towel on as much as possible to prevent the odds of getting his ass seen.

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