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[goddamngrenades]

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

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Day 131 - evening - action

[goddamngrenades]

"It's the same call I would have made. It's not the smartest call-" Make no mistake, they both know that "But it's the call I would have made."

He gives his hand one last squeeze and lets go to pat his back. "Shit idea. Hardcore, yes. Still a shit idea."

Day 131 - evening - action

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The smile that ends up on his face is boyish and lopsided. "I suppose I can take that as a bit of a compliment. Hardcore but stupid. Sounds very...Freelancer." With a nudge of York's side.

Day 131 - evening - action

[goddamngrenades]

"You'll fit right in. And the way your crew sounds I'd like to think I'd have fit in with them. Not sure where I'd end up- probably security. Would that mean I'd have to follow you around, call you Sir?" He is fine with this idea- and that's a good look for Malcolm. York could stand to see it more often.

Day 131 - evening - action

[tactical_alert]

"That's exactly what that means. Might end up doing that anyway if you really want me ranked so high up on the food chain. Besides, unlocking a door is sometimes more useful than blowing it open. Nothing wrong with a few theatrics, of course..."

Day 131 - evening - action

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"If that's what you say, Sir." Yeah just gonna poke at that a bit. Especially if he keeps smiling. "Ain't a lock I can't crack given enough time, Sir, so whatever you need I'm good for."

Day 131 - evening - action

[tactical_alert]

"You're incorrigible, plain and simple." One of the best and worst traits York has. Locksmith and overall troublemaker of the group."

Day 131 - evening - action

[goddamngrenades]

"You know you love it." He answers with a grin, wide and easy and real. Not that empty thing from the night of the party. "That's me. Locksmith and troublemaker. I should put that on my businesscard."

Day 131 - evening - action

[tactical_alert]

See, isn't that much better? So much better. "This ended up being a much different heart to heart than I imagined it going," he says with a laugh, easy as can be."

Day 131 - evening - action

[goddamngrenades]

"How'd you think it would go?" He leans into Malcolm's side, brows lifted.

Day 131 - evening - action

[tactical_alert]

"Bit overall sadder and more stoic with feelings that remain bruised even though everything's forgiven. I like this much better. It's good to see you honestly smile."

Re: Day 131 - evening - action

[goddamngrenades]

"Don't worry about my feelings being bruised. I was an asshole. You called me on it. We're cool." It probably crosses the line a little, or blurs it, that he tips his head against Malcolm's shoulder. "I smile plenty. You, now. You need to smile more."

Day 131 - evening - action

[tactical_alert]

"You don't think I smile enough?" He presses a laugh into York's hair. "Well, hardly the first time I've heard that, I suppose, and will hardly be the last, but I'll keep that in mind."

Day 131 - evening - action

[goddamngrenades]

"I really don't." But he's not sure how much of his desire to change that is him being a friend and him being weird. He's weird. He needs to be less weird.

The hair nuzzling is nice that should continue for awhile. "Maybe I got something that could help a bit in the kitchen?"

Day 131 - evening - action

[tactical_alert]

"...What did you get." Less a question because if there's something for Malcolm in the kitchen to make him smile then it can really only be related to a certain fruit. "Is that as apology or did you sneak it in without me knowing beforehand?"

Day 131 - evening - action

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"Two things? Two things, I think." Yeah, two. He levers himself upright reluctantly and holds a hand down, grin wide. "Yes? It's both. It's...an apology, a present, and a tradition."

Day 131 - evening - action

[tactical_alert]

"...What did you get?" It's now a more honest question with an uptick of his mouth. "And you can forget the apology part, given that all is already forgiven. But I'm sure I'll accept it anyway."

Day 131 - evening - action

[goddamngrenades]

"A surprise that'll make you smile?" He hopes. He's pretty sure. He tugs Mal on after him to the kitchen where there is a trio of pineapples resting on a tray, fresh and ready to be prepared however they want or eaten as is.

And hanging off a hook on the wall in muslin (as per tradition) a christmas pudding aging till they're ready to steam the sucker. "Pineapple and pudding."

Day 131 - evening - action

[tactical_alert]

Pineapple and pudding. The pineapple he figured on, and it's nice to pick something up now and again, but Malcolm finds the gesture to be very sweet all the same. There is definitely some upside-down cake in the near future. Hell, Christmas is coming...

And speaking of. The pudding. York actually managed to find and get one, just because it had been a silly English tradition. Smile Malcolm does. "Apology absolutely accepted."

Day 131 - evening - action

[goddamngrenades]

"It's even been hanging for most of the month! Had a guy who's family makes extra every year just in case of an emergency offer it over after I upped his security." He even got it legitimately, Malcolm, aren't you proud?

"Also gave me a seasoning packet for a christmas roast and yorkshire puddings."

Day 131 - evening - action

[tactical_alert]

"How do you manage to come through for people like this? Every time." It's very Carolina of him, but he bumps York with his shoulder, grinning. "Thank you. For everything. This Christmas is certainly going to be something."

Day 131 - evening - action

[goddamngrenades]

"Magic? Magic. Something like that." Alls forgiven. That's all he really needed. "Christmas wasn't really a thing for my family. I mean gifts and stuff but we never had traditions, you know? So...it's important to you."

Like the pineapple, like the colors. "And you're family. You know?"

Day 131 - evening - action

[tactical_alert]

"Christmas hasn't been very much important in a long time, but it's...very nice that you're making it so. Figures someone like you would hold onto the details." The the Starfleet emblem on the arm.

As for family...it's true. He has to make a new one here, and the Freelancers and then some (well, a good many of them, at least) are just that. A new, extended family. He tries out the word. "Family." Yeah. That feels good. But there's still almost an anxious hesitation that comes from the fact that he'd still like to get home where he belongs, so much having happened in the past many months, and it shouldn't be so easy to just replace them.

It's not a replacement. He has to remember that. "A family Christmas together. Sounds too good to be true."

Day 131 - evening - action

[goddamngrenades]

"We deserve something nice, you know?" For everything they're being put through. For everything they lived through back home. The Freelancers never had a chance before but this is...important. He keeps coming back to that. Because it'll always be relevant.

"Lockpicking is a detail oriented position. Kinda sticks with me in most of what I do." He tries to shrug it off, even if he's not so secretly pleased that Mal notices, that he's pleased by it. That he's agreeing to be part of their fucked up little family.

Then comes that phrase and oh no no- York's hand snaps out to cover Mal's mouth, muffling the last word. "Don't say that! If you say that SOMETHING will happen and now you've said it. Jesus."

Day 131 - evening - action

[tactical_alert]

He bats at York's hand, away from his mouth. "Oh, like it wasn't already cursed for being so nice in a place like this." But no, he probably shouldn't have said it. Oh well, it's out there now. "We'll have something nice if it--no, I shouldn't finish that phrase, either. How about I just keep my mouth shut entirely then?"

Day 131 - evening - action

[goddamngrenades]

"We're doomed. If something happens it's your fault. You said the thing." He groans and scrubs his hands over his face. "Okay. Maybe we'll burn the roast and it'll be something small like that. Not. Big and weird and awful."