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[goddamngrenades]

Smut, Gen, Angst, Fluff, Anything, Everything.
PFL era, Post war, Pre Canon, AU, whichever
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[pastdoesntdefine]

He is and should be offended, and the green eyed stare back is unwavering. ..Until it drops, something like relief evident. York IS taking this seriously. "I do," he admits, "but I needed to be certain. It usually requires more discussion--" hint: Delta Frowning loudly, "--for you to take matters or the need for additional security personnel seriously."

"And she is very good at her job."

[goddamngrenades]

"She got me out of there. She knew something was wrong before I got gassed, got me out, got the scene cleared, and kicked the dick's ass while gassed up herself." That's convincing enough. "I got gassed backstage at my own show. No one not on the lists is supposed to be back there, I don't know how they got in, and as long as she's around? I don't need to worry."

[pastdoesntdefine]

"Then neither of us has anything to worry about, except for those details." He grimaces, before glancing out the window. Ah, second lap already? That was quick. "Fortunately, your next tour isn't until next year, and I would hope you'd put time into your second album before then." After the upcoming vacation, of course.

The car slows soon after, then pulls up to the curb. It's barely stopped when the door opens, a bag is tossed in, and Carolina slides across the seat, looking a little harried, certainly hinting at Vexed, but otherwise unscathed.

[goddamngrenades]

"We've got that list of ideas." A notebook full of lyrics. Contrary to popular belief- he writes. He writes a lot. It's just a lot of it doesn't make the cut on account of being too much, too little, or too nonsensical. Sometimes something good gets put together but for the most part? He doesn't use a lot of it.

Carolina settles in and York, more in his skin than before, leans forward to offer her one of the bottles of water on hand. "You ok?"