[ but he's leaning back in his seat -- and maybe he's not looking at the map this time, when he's staring at keith, his dark head bent over the paper. ]
But some of these agencies are more private than that. It makes sense to storm Company offices. But in the recent days, there have been attacks on local businesses where they don't exactly advertise that they're Company affiliated.
They've been happening all over Oldtown. And in some of the other cities, too. That doesn't look like a lot of method.
[ but hey, he's always game to buy into a conspiracy.
meanwhile, i can't believe they've been in one another's personal space for like ten tags and they're still talking plot, these motherfuckers. ]
Can you get any records from the Company? If we could see when people started getting called in, we'd know if they started mobilising before or after the mobs got started.
[ especially when he's been staring intensely at keith's face the entire time.
from like inches away. ]
. . . I'll get a friend to look into it. He's already working on what he can to bring the fighting to a standstill at least. Until we think of another strategy.
[ they did go from having keith wrapped around him to -- this.
which might go some way to explaining the way his eyes drop to keith's mouth when he lingers, when they don't immediately pull away to remain in their little boxes of personal space. ]
. . . he's an admin, so he's got a bit more leverage.
At least, when it comes to directing our men out of a fight.
and they're doing so well actually, working into a partnership that doesn't feel all too new, that isn't punctuated with a slight surprise that they mesh at all. keith's precocious, and hot wires cars to get around, and maybe he should be impressed, or maybe he should be worried.
he shouldn't be spending so much time, trying to come up with excuses to kiss him. ]
Then let's . . . figure something out.
[ but that's the thing about good intentions. he's already craning over the map before he's thought of one, his fingers trailing light over keith's jaw, his eyes flicking up to keith's expression for any signs of a no.
at least, right before he cants his head, brushing their mouths together for the first tentative kiss. ]
[ whatever we doing, i guess this wasn't part of it. he'd said it, he'd meant it -- and he means it still, even as his mouth tilts to complete the circuit, drag sparks down his spine. shiro's something he's always known, but this -- this is something else.
it doesn't mean he's taking it any easier.
it's only a slow sort of kiss at first, an ungainly sort of answer with the heel of a hand braced on the compartment between them, the map still splayed over shiro's knees, fingertips prickling bare skin -- and then he's leaning over, angling to take the kiss properly, open and intent, chasing the same rhythm they'd just started to learn over rumpled sheets in a morning-dark bedroom streets back. ]
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. . . guess it is pretty tiny for doing anything else.
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[ but he is opening up the glove compartment -- and brandishing maps of old town, of westerley's high volume cities. all of them heavily marked. ]
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What are those?
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[ there's the click of an uncapped pen.
keith should stop him before he pulls out reading glasses, too. ]
. . . It helps to see where it's most concentrated.
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How're you tracking the activity? [ wait. ] Did you actually drive to all of these?
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Only when I've been called for back up.
Most of the time, I've been listening to the radio.
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. . . is that the guy you're picking up?
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. . . which one?
[ there's more than one person talking on the radio. ]
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[ as one voice falls and the other answers - ]
That one.
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Wait. Does the Company bug everyone who works for it?
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[ . . . ]
Secured.
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or his arm, certainly. ]
Right. I get it.
[ back down he stares, over the lines and drawn-mazy streets - ]
. . . this doesn't look like anything new, though. We already know mobs show up where there's people.
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[ but he's leaning back in his seat -- and maybe he's not looking at the map this time, when he's staring at keith, his dark head bent over the paper. ]
But some of these agencies are more private than that. It makes sense to storm Company offices. But in the recent days, there have been attacks on local businesses where they don't exactly advertise that they're Company affiliated.
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[ no, that's a stupid idea -- he shakes it off at once as his head turns, brows stitching black. ]
Or -- someone's starting them on purpose.
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If only we had some kind of hint as to which side's making the move.
Then maybe we can better redirect our efforts to putting a stop to these mobs before they get out of hand.
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[ but hey, he's always game to buy into a conspiracy.
meanwhile, i can't believe they've been in one another's personal space for like ten tags and they're still talking plot, these motherfuckers. ]
Can you get any records from the Company? If we could see when people started getting called in, we'd know if they started mobilising before or after the mobs got started.
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from like inches away. ]
. . . I'll get a friend to look into it. He's already working on what he can to bring the fighting to a standstill at least. Until we think of another strategy.
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[ exactly what kind of friends does a driver have. <-- a thought that he should be thinking.
only shiro is very close. ]
. . . we don't even know where the mobs're coming from yet.
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which might go some way to explaining the way his eyes drop to keith's mouth when he lingers, when they don't immediately pull away to remain in their little boxes of personal space. ]
. . . he's an admin, so he's got a bit more leverage.
At least, when it comes to directing our men out of a fight.
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[ but the tone's too soft for the words, eyes lidding just a little with a separate train of thought. ]
If the Company wants people taken out, they're gonna notice that he's getting in the way. He's just buying time.
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all right. maybe he's not really thinking about the mobs when he asks - ]
What do you think we should do?
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[ a swallow, thick and felt. ]
The orders. After that, we can figure out what they want. Right now, we don't know. . .
[ but the word's twisting, slipping, lost. mint-and-coffee's a flicker on his tongue; his gaze's clinging to shiro's mouth.
what was he saying? ]
Anything.
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and they're doing so well actually, working into a partnership that doesn't feel all too new, that isn't punctuated with a slight surprise that they mesh at all. keith's precocious, and hot wires cars to get around, and maybe he should be impressed, or maybe he should be worried.
he shouldn't be spending so much time, trying to come up with excuses to kiss him. ]
Then let's . . . figure something out.
[ but that's the thing about good intentions. he's already craning over the map before he's thought of one, his fingers trailing light over keith's jaw, his eyes flicking up to keith's expression for any signs of a no.
at least, right before he cants his head, brushing their mouths together for the first tentative kiss. ]
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it doesn't mean he's taking it any easier.
it's only a slow sort of kiss at first, an ungainly sort of answer with the heel of a hand braced on the compartment between them, the map still splayed over shiro's knees, fingertips prickling bare skin -- and then he's leaning over, angling to take the kiss properly, open and intent, chasing the same rhythm they'd just started to learn over rumpled sheets in a morning-dark bedroom streets back. ]
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