"I'm taking Azucar out in- five hours and can't find a damn thing to wear that isn't my uniform or something bizarrely of the 1980s future aesthetic. Huge shoulderpads. Huge shoulderpads and neon as far as the eye can see." He can't wear that shit it's too goddamn ridiculous. "Have you found anywhere that has, like, normal clothes?"
Take her out? What has she done that warrants that sort of--
Oh. It clicks, after a moment, and Locus's brow lifts. Well. That's not necessarily a surprise, is it? Given their natures. It would have been more of a surprise if it had taken longer.
"Shit." He could just go get something made and smile sweetly till it's done but he's got little to no time and-
Wait that was a little flatter than usual for Locus. Taylor's eyes flick back from where he's pinging through databases looking for 'retro' or 'vintage' clothing closer to his style. "...You ok bud?"
"...I'm not stepping on toes am I? I mean- were you into her because y'all are close and that breaks the bro code to date a bro's- interest? Or. Something. Locus help me out here you're not talking or emoting." And that's hard when he's got this skittering of anxiety in the back of his head that's screeched to a halt on the Date topic and is bearing down full force on the 'oh shit this is awkward' topic.
"Okay, just- you know. Checking. Trying to be a good bro." He prides himself on being a solid bro.
Though it does return all that anxiety to OH SHIT DATE WHAT DO in short order. "I haven't done this in forever, jesus. I think I forgot how. Shit they definitely don't tell you when you sign up with the military."
"Nah, purple's not really my color and and A symmetrical hemlines make my calves look fat." Don't. Don't ask.
"I used to have game. I used to be smooth. What happened?" The military, the project, and maybe he never had game. Maybe he was always hopeless.
Oh well, too late now.
"Thanks for the advice, man. I'll- not gonna lie I'm probably gonna call Wash. I think he's got some kind of baseline for this shit that's more recent than either of us."
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Day after Sombra Beach Adventure, Video
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"What's wrong?"
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Oh. It clicks, after a moment, and Locus's brow lifts. Well. That's not necessarily a surprise, is it? Given their natures. It would have been more of a surprise if it had taken longer.
Then, his expression goes carefully neutral.
"Not really, no."
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Wait that was a little flatter than usual for Locus. Taylor's eyes flick back from where he's pinging through databases looking for 'retro' or 'vintage' clothing closer to his style. "...You ok bud?"
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And despite usually being quite expressive without the helmet...he's doing a pretty good imitation of it right now.
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"I'm certain the two of you will enjoy each other's company. Regardless of what you find to wear."
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No context offered.
"You'll have the beach to yourself for a little while, that's good, right?"
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There's a brief pause.
"I would wear something else, however, were I you."
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Though it does return all that anxiety to OH SHIT DATE WHAT DO in short order. "I haven't done this in forever, jesus. I think I forgot how. Shit they definitely don't tell you when you sign up with the military."
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Guess who's gone on a date precisely never? This guy.
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Oh shit he didn't even BEGIN to think about that.
"...I may have asked on impulse. Tequila was involved."
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There. See how helpful he's being? He's a helper. There's a hint of a frown at the mention of tequila before he shrugs.
"It hardly matters now, does it?"
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"I used to have game. I used to be smooth. What happened?" The military, the project, and maybe he never had game. Maybe he was always hopeless.
Oh well, too late now.
"Thanks for the advice, man. I'll- not gonna lie I'm probably gonna call Wash. I think he's got some kind of baseline for this shit that's more recent than either of us."
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And without any further commentary, he disconnects abruptly.