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;       yes please

[k.p.r.]:       ELIAS IS ALWAYS PREPARED,   IT’S ADMIRABLE.    ALSO ONE OF THE MANY REASONS ON WHY I’VE STUCK AROUND FOR SO LONG.    I’LL LET YOU WORK ON SOMETHING ON ANOTHER DAY,   ‘M CURIOUS ABOUT YOUR SKILLS.      I’D TEACH YOU A THING OR TWO BUT I DON’T HAVE THE PATIENCE     (!)   (   …   )    OH THIS?   I WORKED A COUPLE ODD JOBS BACK AT HOME,   ALWAYS CAME BACK TO CARS ‘N SHIT.       *       a short reply for something that could’ve been extended.     it’s obvious,  maybe he discarded the idea of   (home)   &&.   the past too easily.     this passion project was leaving a bad taste in his mouth now.   he taps out,  sliding away from the mustang.   his tank top   &&.    cargoes are still stained with grease,  so he decides to change.   opting to wear some sweatpants   &&.   an old band t—shirt.   ]        I’M DONE FOR THE DAY.   GONNA GO OUT FOR A SMOKE, YOU COMIN’    @outtahell.    ?

With the wrench located—he makes his way over to Keegan and hands it over.  A faint smile on his face as he looks over the car,  careful not to leave any marks on it.  Cars weren’t really his thing—restoring them that is.  His father had a much more practical approach to them,  teaching them all they needed to know on how to keep a car going to at least make it where you need to go—in case of emergencies.
            
            “Maybe not to the scale of you—repairing shit in case of emergency.  Thanks to my dad,  I never have to pay a mechanic ever again.  You ask me anything other than basic repairs,  might go over my head.”  Logan’s attention wanders back to Keegan,  who was currently hidden underneath the car.  “How’d you get into something like this anyways?  Feels like you’re always chest deep into some new project car you picked up;  can’t deny it though—‘s a nice car.”

[k.p.r]:       NEW PROJECT,   KID.   I’D CUSS YOU OUT REGARDLESS ANYWAYS.    I APPRECIATE THE HELP THOUGH,    HOW’D YOU KNOW WHAT AN ALLEN WRENCH IS?    YOU’RE A FAN OF SHIT LIKE THIS?        *     a lone brow quirks up in interest,   keegan finds himself taking the wrench with a small thanks.     sliding back to his rightful place underneath the vintage car,    he tinkers    &&.    keeps a bit of small talk going between them.    the scout sniper had intentions on tweaking a few old parts for ten more minutes then calling it quits for the day,     unfortunately he had other things to do.    (which is why logan is here in the first place),      he got carried away.     ]       @outtahell     SHE’S PRETTY,   ISN’T SHE?     SHOULD’VE SEEN THE STATE I GOT HER IN,    SHEESH.     

[k.p.r]:       WHATEVER,   ME?   KICK YOUR ASS?   OH I WOULD NEVER.    ON THE WALK THERE I MIGHT CHANGE MY MIND,    JUST GOT SOME PENT UP ENERGY.    GOTTA DO SOMETHING.        *       an absent hum is given at the mention of hesh.   keegan is already making his way to the gym,   @outtahell is bound to follow behind anyways.            ]      FOR BEING THE YOUNGEST,   YOU’VE GOTTA BE THE MOST RESERVED KID I’VE MET.    MAYBE I SHOULD GET HESH,   BLOW SOME SHIT UP━━

It’s quite late in the night;  the two of them risk waking up the others in the house and yet,  there’s silence while Logan decides what to do.  “You’re a strange person,  Keegan—(hell)—fine but don’t kick my ass.  I’d like to be ready for the next time we take off.”
            
            That grin is hypnotizing,  and he can’t help but curse the way that Keegan seems to get his way with him,  like a goddamn puppy or something. “Next time,  you can stick with Hesh.  I’m sure he’d be (happy) to do whatever crazy stuff you’re itchin’ to do.”

[k.p.r]:       AH.     HELL.    IT DOESN’T EVEN MATTER ANYMORE,   FORGET ABOUT IT.     YOU WEREN’T SLEEPING WERE YOU?     MY BAD.    (  …  )        LET’S SPAR?        *       the sound of shuffling   &&.   bed sheets ruffling fills up the silent room.   keegan slips out of the top bed unceremoniously,   his figure looks in front of @outtahell.    a familiar,  toothy,  lopsided smile can be seen under the glint of moonlight.     ]  

“Some say I have that type of energy that people seem to like—the fun, carefree wild spirit of mine ( … ) course that’s my brother,  me?  I like to stick to myself.”  An odd expression strikes Logan,  a mixture of disbelief—amusement—and (what the fuck?) all in one.  It doesn’t last long,  the mask being pulled over his face to conceal his expressions.  It’s wrong to judge a book by its cover but Keegan is one (weird) motherfucker—in a good way of course.
            
            Though,  all he can do is let out an exaggerated sigh,  shrugging his shoulders at the (sassy) younger brother comment. “If you think I’m bad?  Wait til you see Hesh;  guy doesn’t like to show it but he does have a fun side underneath all that hardened soldier attitude he has.”

[k.p.r.]:       YOU’RE SUCH AN ASS,   I CAN SEE WHY YOU’RE THE YOUNGEST NOW  (!)   IT’S ALL THAT SASS IN YOU.   BE NICE TO HESH,  HE’S A GOOD GUY.  EVEN IF HE IS SLOW TO THE TIDE,  I’M SURE HE HAD A GOOD LAUGH.      *       the retort gets a good laugh out of keegan,   he’s already geared up   &&.   ready for action.      the scout sniper coo’s at the german shepherd,  petting his side   &&.   scratching the base of his left ear.       within a few meters they’re already deep into the neck of the woods,  surrounded by looming redwood trees.   the only sound that’s heard is the chipping of woodland creatures,   the snap of twigs,   then heavy gear moving along the tree-line.        ]        EH,  MUST BE GROWING ON ME,  @outtahell.    MAYBE YOU’RE NOT TOO SPECIAL ANYMORE━━━━     THIS COULD STILL BE ROMANTIC FOR ALL I CARE.    TWO SIBLINGS WOULDN’T BE A FIRST FOR ME   (  …  )

“Adventurous like the time he slipped off a log into a mud puddle—the look on my dad’s face when Hesh came back to camp like that.  Priceless.”  The sudden intrusion of his space nearly has Logan protesting—except the sudden manhandling keeps him light on his toes, literally.  “Woah,  careful Russ.  You manhandle my brother like this or am I special case?”  Lighthearted teasing,  yet,  he’s already reaching for his gun on the ground. A sharp whistle and Riley emerges from the shadows;  ready to go.  A quick good boy,  and a treat tossed in his direction—the two are ready.  “Sorry I’m not my brother— must be heartbreaking that you stood you up on your (romantic) patrol date.  Stuck with me and Riley.” 

@taskdemo     ;     do itttt 

@amicuscaIIado 
            
            / i need to watch a playthrough of cod ghosts fr..  it looks so cool .

let me bring price back 

@outtahell ┆ ❝     El Nombre   (   …  )    I came to assist Colonel Vargas on the issue,  you must be Calavera.   Pleasure to meet you,  I’m assuming you’ll be the one driving us to the safe house so we can execute this plan?    ❜❜         

What brings (you) to Las Alma.

@BRAVO6D
            
            "oh right , right! people usually give those out first .. enzo , enzo moretti. there's a lot of different things that I brought but uh — in simple terms , I've brought you explosives. some of them are a bit complicated so I'm meant to explain them .. " his voice quieted in volume the longer he spoke.

@countdown- ┆ ❝        (   …  )    What exactly is your name?   You don’t look familiar and you’re walking around like a lost puppy.  What business do you have with me?     ❜❜         

❪ID❫ ⸺  VALERIA:      @exforces  ⌖      ⤷      j.p         ❛͟ ❛͟    MY MEN ARE EFFECTIVELY AT WHAT THEY DO,        […]      IS THERE A REASON YOU’RE SUDDENLY INTERESTED ON WHAT’S STRESSING ME OUT?      ❜͟ ❜͟