Voicemail

[goddamngrenades]

You have reached the voice mail system of FOXTROT 12.

When you are finished recording, just hang up or press pound for more options.

To request a locksmith, press one.

To hear these options in Spanish, press dos.

To send a verbal confirmation of a written command, press three.

To send a written confirmation of a verbal command, press four.

For delivery options, press five.

To page this person, press six.

To locate your nearest operator, press seven.

To leave a call back number, press eight.

To repeat this message, press nine.

Press zero for other options.

To mark this message as urgent, press eleven.

Thank you for calling, have a nice day.

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Comments

day 115 - evening - action

[tactical_alert]

...I'm sorry?

day 115 - evening - action

[goddamngrenades]

You do know how to ruffle yourself up without help, right?

[ And he's not looking at Mal at all while he runs his hands through his hair, making it fluffed up and disheveled. While he bites his own lips to make them redder and puffy and starts rucking his shirt this way and that for the wrinkles. ]

Cuz I'm not helping you.

day 115 - evening - action

[tactical_alert]

...York.

day 115 - evening - action

[goddamngrenades]

What?

[ He stops mid lip bite, blinking over to quirk a brow at Malcolm. ]

Do you want them thinking that we were talking about the cameras or not?

day 115 - evening - action

[tactical_alert]

I'm sure looking at said cameras after my erratic behaviour and your arrival armed and then shuffling off to a very specific dead spot doesn't at all look like that must be what we're talking about, now that I know about them and reacted predictably. What's this supposed to look like, you kissed me to make it better, soften the blow?

day 115 - evening - action

[goddamngrenades]

They also thought XXX was sane. So. I'm not crediting them with an overabundance of observational skills. So...muss yourself up, baby. I'm not helping.

[ For reasons he should think should be obvious. ]

It wouldn't be the first time a spy has been distracted by the sexy.

day 115 - evening - action

[tactical_alert]

You go. You go first. I suppose I'll eventually follow.

day 115 - evening - action

[goddamngrenades]

Should I lose the shirt or just keep it wrinkled?

[ He hikes up the hem enough to drag his nails along his side, he's not even sure IF Mal's a clinger but, well, it sells the story to focus on the details. ]

day 115 - evening - action

[tactical_alert]

[And here he thought focusing on the details made any lie fall apart.] I'd...keep it. Unless you want to suggest there was even more going on.

day 115 - evening - action

[goddamngrenades]

Alright.

The shirt stays, but he pops the button on his fly to balance it out. Nothing more, just the button, and resumes biting at his own lips while carefully NOT looking at Malcolm. Okay? okay.

day 115 - evening - action

[tactical_alert]

[There is a panicked urge to reach out and redo that button. How far does York want this to look?! But he'd...better not do anything. This is what York wants to do with it. He'd look anxious if York looked at him, which he isn't, so that's fine. Everything is...fine.]

day 115 - evening - action

[goddamngrenades]

[ Once he's mussed up to his satisfaction he rolls out his shoulders and pops his neck, bouncing in place a few times to just get loose. Okay. easy. He's done this before, He turns and gives Malcolm a lazy smile, ruffling his hair up with one hand as he backs away. eyes half lidded and every step a half seductive sway that will do fuck all for mal but at least, maybe, sell the whatever to whoever's watching. ]

We good, boo?

day 115 - evening - action

[tactical_alert]

[He bites his tongue and chooses not to answer that with anything even remotely like the truth. Or answer it at all. Let's just pretend it's rhetorical and not watch that lazy swagger away. Instead, lean against the wall and maybe idly chew on his bottom lip more out of anxiety than any wholehearted attempt to make himself look ruffled.

They are definitely not good. But there's nothing to be done about any of it.]