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[goddamngrenades]

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

"Lookit the scoreboard-" The numbers are running and it looks like-

Maine. Maine's getting bumped down. FUCK YEAH.

[notyourrookie]

Wash turns to look at the bright numbers of the scoreboard change, shifting and overtaking other and... oh! "I've never been that high before."

[goddamngrenades]

"Maybe don't high five Maine. He looks miffed." It should pass, though.

Maybe.

Probably?

[notyourrookie]

He winces at that, glancing over at Maine. "Yeah, that would be bad. I'll have to make it up to him."

Somehow. Maine is his friend. He doesn't want to lose that because of some dumb leaderboard.

[goddamngrenades]

"Blueberry muffins in the mess will be done in fifteen. I don't think he knows about them." When in doubt? Food. Food solves all ills.

[notyourrookie]

"You're a life saver!" Maine loves blueberry muffins. He has a hell of a sweet tooth that most people don't know about.

[goddamngrenades]

"I try. That'll take the edge off, maybe offer to work on hand to hand with him? Make him feel like he's contributing to your success." As much as he says interpersonal shit isn't his bag- he thinks that'll help. Probably.

[notyourrookie]

"...are you sure this isn't a ploy to get me killed? Maine is brutal in hand to hand." Sure they were friends, but he didn't go easy on anyone.

[goddamngrenades]

"If you die I'm out of a partner. It'll be fine! Trust me." He knows what he's Talking about.

Mostly.

[notyourrookie]

"Good point, I suppose," Wash agrees. Would they reassign him right away, if Wash died? Or would they have to run more tests?

[goddamngrenades]

"Besides. I like you too much to let you die." Wash listens- communicates. That's important. He can't help if he has to spend half his processing power reading Wash's mind to help him.

[notyourrookie]

"You've known me for like ten minutes," Wash replies, but he likes the feeling anyway. It's warm and affectionate. "But I like you too."

[goddamngrenades]

"That's like, years to an AI." A wry crackle of laughter rings through the lace, quietly pleased. "Yeeears, man. I've had time to learn some interesting things."

[notyourrookie]

"Oh great. 'cause this isn't going to be awkward at all if you know everything about me."

[goddamngrenades]

"I live in your head. We're gonna learn a lot about each other, that's the deal. But if I poke somewhere you don't like just say the word and I'll back off, Ok?"

[notyourrookie]

"Okay. Thanks, York. I'm not... they didn't explain a whole lot about how this worked."

[goddamngrenades]

"Same here. Just got a 'you'll be partnered up with someone compatible' and shunted off to you. So. We're in the same boat, buddy. But we'll figure it out."

[notyourrookie]

He can't help but grimace at that, and he's glad he's wearing a helmet. "Yeah, that sounds like the Project." He didn't understand the descisions they made, but it wasn't really his place to question them either. He was on his last chance.

[goddamngrenades]

"We got time. There's a few more tests this week and then we'll be deployed." And then they'll get to show the world what they can really do.

[notyourrookie]

"Yeah. Yeah we will. Back out trying to save the universe." They had a war to win after all.

[goddamngrenades]

"Kick Covenant Ass, take names. Step up like the Spartans. Oh-fucking-rah." Oh hey, swearing's fun.

[notyourrookie]

"Except squishier and significantly shorter," Wash says, but he can't help but smile.

[goddamngrenades]

"Not that much shorter- okay well. Yeah. Shorter. BUT WE GOT THIS!" This being the war and. All.

[notyourrookie]

"Yeah, yeah we do." He feels better somehow, knowing York has his back. Hopes things will work out between them.

[goddamngrenades]

"I'm gonna retire for the night- ping me when you need me, ok?" He's pretty sure Wash won't pull him to sleep, especially if he hunkers down in the chip where he's supposed to be and just...chills till the next round of tests. No need for adjustments when there aren't tests being run, no need to poke around curiously when it's not his head he's doing the poking in.

Not that he ever had a head. What?