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Sean shrugged a bit at hunger being a pain, he was pretty sure he was always hungry, it was just normal. It was also probably why he was an impulsive shopper. When food came in you ate as much as you could because there might not be any the next day, now anytime he saw anything he wasn't sure if it would be there for so long so he took everything in the moment. The districts surprised him, that must have been a new thing. Not that he knew a lot about the league and okay yeah he definitely knew a lot about it, it couldn't be helped when he had family there and even past league members now living in the Regime. The districts made sense to him though, they were a lot like how there were four occupations, although he was certain the four positions were more closer than the districts were in the league. Although even if the districts were a little similar the fact that they allowed in murderers was not okay. Like Glow's new team, Day, they accepted outsiders who aren't murderers and don't accept members needlessly killing others unlike the league.
Sean scoffed at Funk, "If the leagues anything close to poor it's probably because you chose it. You steal so much I'm sure you've had plenty of riches that are used within the first hour and broke the next."
Sean moved the box of cookies in the middle since at this point Funk wasn't willing to barter for them, "Listen, I'm definitely vicious with my words and I don't like outsiders especially from Primal Instinct, but most other Regime members don't hate outsiders, they're just scared them. Actually, this is a good time for a story," He said repositioning himself to get comfy, "So long ago there was a brother and sister Tarak and Abana and they hated each other, but were meant to lead the group that their father passed on to them. One day bombs began to fall from the sky, Abana wanted to help the cats in the city escape the bombs and Tarak wanted to take the group to safety underground and save themselves. So the group split in half, Abana becoming Avalon Everlasting and Tarak becoming Renegade Regime. Avalon Everlasting later faded from existence, proving to Renegade Regime that it's better to hide away and be safe than to selflessly put yourself in danger and die a hero. So, we look at the little guys as risks that aren't worth taking."
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 7, 2020 0:36:31 GMT -5
Funk tilted his head as Sean scoffed at him. The League was hard to explain to outsiders. Well, it made them sound like what they were; evil. Without going into the details on how bad everyone was at budgeting except for him, how he had to juggle a thousand contacts to keep them happy, how money was barely trickled down unless Funk put his foot down. There was little sympathetic about them, though it made him remember that he didn't need to look for sympathy here.
"I guess you're right." Funk ran a hand through his long brown hair, the other swiping a cookie now that they were in the middle, " 'Spose the truth is that everything is a bet. It's all expensive, no matter the operation. It's all about playing your hand right. If you win, everyone gets to eat for a while. If you lose, you go hungry as you repay things off. It's a dog eat dog world. We try and help each other as we can, but most people tend to fend for themselves. It's hard to explain. It's like a yakuza. You ever watch a yakuza movie?"
Man, he was thirsty now, but he ignored it as Sean told his story. It sounded vaguely familiar, the kind of thing Innocentia would have told him at one point. But that was ages ago and it didn't stick. "I see. Maybe I'm too much of a risk-taker, but it doesn't sound like you guys really live." Funk could at least say that. That the League members were out there and living life. They weren't robots. They were human, every ugly angle of human.
Sean nodded, "It's very rigid where I live, but I don't mind taking risks, it's why I went with you in the alley way. You never seemed to like me and I knew you weren't against being a violent person, but I thought maybe you were actually being genuine and interested in hanging out. I knew it wasn't likely, but I thought you were worth the risk. And I thought you were worth the risk again when I had you come back to my place."
The more he spoke the more doubtful his gaze became, how many times had Funk had to tell him he wouldn't abandon him and he still didn't believe him? This was how it started with his parents, Oz had been worth the risk to his mom so many times until one day he wasn't. Until one day in the many years of isolated prison time she knew he wasn't coming back for her. Had she felt this exact way too and if so how many risks would it take before he fell for the same fate? Caring for others and true love were discouraged and demonized his entire life, he shouldn't risk anything for Funk.
He looked back at Funk and realized his answer, a sly grin crept up his lips, "You're worth the trouble though." Somehow despite his entire world telling him he shouldn't do anything for Funk, he was to irresistible to deny that he wanted to be with him. This was fun and maybe he was being manipulated, but even if that ended up being true this was a kind of ride he didn't want to stop. He stirred his finger next to Funk before suddenly gripping onto the collar of his shirt and dragging him close till there was less than an elbows distance between them. His gaze trailed down from Funk's neck to his chest, there was no key. Disappointing... Well not entirely. He let go of Funk's shirt, "Sorry, had to try and see if maybe you were wearing it. But when can I get that key back?" He asked with a sugar sweet smile.
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 7, 2020 1:44:58 GMT -5
Funk closed his eyes, resting his head on his hand. That's what he said before. About how he'd trust in the 1% that someone was good if it meant he could help them. It was a foolish ideology to Funk. He wasn't one for that. He wanted control, and yes' and no's said with certainty. He could only really rely on himself. But his light gaze traced Sean's features again, and the corner of his mouth twitched. Gee, there was no getting away with this lust. Funk wanted to know everything, he wasn't done with Sean. And he could see the very mask he put on the Sentinel begin to crack.
"Worth the trouble, huh? How funny. That's the first time anyone's said that to me." Even with the implications, Funk let a grin out. Yep, certainly interesting. He wondered if it was an Eerie thing, to be undeniably interesting to the Nemesis. Sometimes he wished he knew. Thinking back to something Sean said earlier, about how he couldn't love with his whole heart. He was right, Funk didn't know what it was. Had no clue. Just like Sean, he was raised to stand alone. Manipulation was the name of the game, but man, Funk knew he was staring too much. "You are too."
His breath hitched when he was yanked towards Sean, slipping off his arm and not really able to catch himself. He bit his tongue, and he felt his face flush some. Especially when he realized where Sean was looking. Even as he was let go and able to fall back onto his back, he didn't want it end. Funk wanted Sean to look at him. ... maybe only him. Was that love? Or was it just jealousy? The feeling wasn't familar, a kind that warmed his hands and face. Funk let out a huff, "Oh that. Sorry, I'm not that brazen. But you've indulged me so I'll give it back to you." He stretched out, hearing his wrists pop as he turned to look at Sean. "Hmm, after one last thing." Of course he wasn't done, Funk was greedy. And he wanted everything. But especially Sean. And when he got a dumb idea, he could never shake it till it was done. "Now don't look at me like that. You don't even have to say anything else for it. Just kiss me. And it's all yours."
Sean smiled, he was worth the trouble too? That was- that actually meant a lot. His eyes brightened at the mention of getting the key back, yes! He stared eagerly at Funk before realizing there was more and immediately opened his mouth with a frustrated expression, but shut his mouth when Funk spoke up. Fine, maybe it was just giving up the butterscotch cookies. Unless... Unless what if he wanted custody of Snowy!? Funk could have her on the weekends that was it, the rest was non negotiable and also he had her on holidays!
"Just kiss me. And it's all yours."
There was a moment of delay with no reaction before Sean's entire face blushed in an instant, what? His heart beat loudly in his ears and his mind raced fast through a thousand different thoughts. What did this mean? Would he date Funk? Did Funk just want to embarrass him or did he actually like him? What about Glow or maybe that didn't even matter anymore? Should he kiss Funk? Did he like Funk? Suddenly all the loose thoughts in his mind washed away, none of it really mattered if this was a smart decision. When did he ever kiss anyone because he thought it through? His hand moved over Funk's hand threading through his fingers as he glanced at him, wondering how serious Funk was. "You sure? Cause I'm pretty sure I did as you said," He shrugged with a carefree smile, "But if you're really set on that being the final asking price, how passionate are we talking if ones the lowest?" He pushed the cookies up past their heads before pressing up next to Funk. He talked confidently, but his expression was still shy, his eye contact not quite meeting Funk's.
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 7, 2020 2:16:51 GMT -5
God, it was worth it. Just to see Sean lose it silently. All the cuts and the gunshots were worth it. The same sort of questions flooded his own mind. Did this mean they'd start dating? Nah, he wanted to at least go on a different date besides Xuxa's house and pillow fort before asking that. Maybe like a movie or something. A little of both, for as much as Funk wanted to embarrass Sean, he definitely wanted to kiss him. Admittedly, Funk had forgotten about Glow, already setting the issue aside. Should she be with him? Probably not. Unless she was a better kisser than Sean.
Funk didn't quite expect Sean to grab his hand, but he didn't pull away. His hands were cold at least, it let him forget the fire that was burning in his own. "True, but also I'll just tell everyone you're a bad kisser if you don't. You didn't leave much of an impression the last time." Funk smiled all the way through that sentence, even if it was to just embarrass him again. Even as Sean hovered over him, he couldn't quite meet his gaze. It made Funk want to grab his head and turn it towards him. So he did, with his other hand. "As passionate as you like." They were both the same kind, the sort of playboy who kissed first and asked later. And he wanted to know just how good he was. But he didn't move. This was Sean's decision after all.
Sean gave an embarrassed look, but still smiled at Funk’s comment. In fairness he had been too tired to even defend himself let alone return Funk’s kiss. Sean’s thought paused as he tensed at the touch of Funk’s hand moving his head, but relaxed, caught in his gaze. “okay,” He said, his voice was barely a breath. He pushed back his hesitance, he wanted Funk, he wasn't sure if it was smart to move this fast, to display so easily that he liked him, but in this moment his doubt was far behind him.
He leaned over him, his once cold hand was warm, no doubt from the amount of times he’d just blushed in the last two minutes. He touched Funk’s cheek so gently it felt like rays of sunlight warming against his face. Somehow he thought his face would be colder, maybe more rigid than it was, he felt softer than he expected. He moved into Funk, his kiss soft, polite even from the way he matched Funk’s pace. His hand traced along Funk’s chin, tenderly before teasingly tickling along his neck, lost in an invisible rhythm before resting his hand along his chest. He moved in further and closer to Funk, his fingers curling around his shirt tightly, as his kiss matched his actions, deeper, more intimate. There was something irresistible about Funk from the way he made him warm in a the cold room to a sudden need to feel him against him like he were more important than air.
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 8, 2020 1:59:07 GMT -5
It was like they were falling. Funk likes to think Sean jumped first and he just followed him. But he knows the truth. He knows they jumped at the same time. That was Funk's way. Throw his heart around and wait for it to shatter. Fast, hard and full of regrets. Just kiss and leave. It was his way. Though now his thumb couldn't help but brush across Sean's cheek and he was once again lost in Sean's eyes. And Funk began to wonder why he couldn't quite tear himself away.
The Nemesis flinched slightly at the touch instinctively, even with how soft it was. His breath hitched slightly, betraying either his nerves or his excitement. Funk didn't care which. He had to force himself to hold back when Sean kissed him, desperate to go from 0 to 100. While he had the opportunity earlier to pin Sean down and kiss him as much as he wanted earlier, his hand ghosted over Sean's back, all too tempted to do it again. Instead, he ran his fingers along his back before intwining them softly into Sean's hair. He committed after all, but Funk's grip is loose and gentle. Every touch felt like fire, dragging his teeth and tongue piercing where he could as the kiss deepened. Nipping just a little at his bottom lip, Funk let out a satisfied hum, the other hand moving from Sean's face to teasingly run it along his hip. He felt like he was sinking deeper into the fort, as if it sucked him in to where he couldn't even get up if he wanted to, and Sean was the one pushing him down. A sweet suffocation he had no desire to stop.
For a long time he couldn't think of a reason to break their embrace. He wanted more, he liked the way Funk moved his hands through his hair, the intense yet soft feel of the kiss and the warmth it made him feel. He had felt Funks hand move along his back, recognizing instantly what he wanted to do, but wasn't against it either. This kiss felt more like a fight, every part of it was pleasurable as a kiss would be, but there was fire and a roughness to it that exhausted him in every good way possible. Funk could win this fight again though, he leaned away, pausing right above his lips and then rolled to the side despite the temptation or really desperate feeling he felt inside to move in closer to Funk, wrap his arm around his. He didn't ask for the key though, it was too removed from his mind at the moment.
"So. We should definitely have tea like this again sometime," Sean said breathlessly.
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 13, 2020 1:53:34 GMT -5
Funk didn't keep track of the time. There was no way he could, even with the few units he set in place. The gentle twirling of Sean's short hair in between his fingers. The circles he repeated in the other's mouth. The light taps his other hand did against the bare skin right above Sean's waistline. Even if he wanted to track it, he kept changing the pace so there was no way he could have. Sean was close, but not enough. It was a constant struggle to not drag him closer, to sink further. For every bit of exhaustion he felt, it was complemented by a trace of pleasure that only brought him deeper. Course, Sean was his line back to the top, and he was pulled out the second Sean leaned away. And for that brief moment, Funk's grip tightened in his hair just a little. Almost like he was about to pull Sean back. And he wanted to, he really did. But Funk let go when he moved again. That line between them was translucent, and he wiped it away with the back of his hand.
"Tea like this as we get kidnapped again? Or tea like this as in I drink something and then let you try with a kiss? Either works, preferably the latter." He took the opportunity to lift his hips up and fetch the key out of his pocket before rolling onto his side. "Well. Rules are rules. Here. You earned it, perhaps." He said with a wink as he held out the key.
Timothy Braxton had gone missing three days, a patrol found his body murdered on the side of the road, his master key missing. Murder wasn't uncommon, but an outsider taking a key was, no one knew about them except one mobster. All it took was one day, running for his life to completely expose the Regime, it was why he sat there quietly while the Regime argued and guessed over how this could have happened. It was why when he was told they had a suspect in connection to Timothy's death that he could take a guess at who they found. For the past few days he had nodded along, tried to remember how he would react if he wasn't guilty and was certain a few observant eyes were catching on. He felt watched walking down the halls, no one was there, but there were cameras on him. Before entering he disabled the cameras inside the room, it was a hack that every sentinel knew, but didn't last long before it would fix itself.
Sean barely took a step in, only enough where the door wouldn't shut on him, he waited for it to shut before he strode in, a smug grin as he sang out, "I want a boy with lips like morphine ♪" He walked past Funk to look over the document left for him by a sink, "Knocks me out every time they touch me ♫"
When Funk had initially arrived there was no prison or torture, he was immediately strapped down into a chair, but it wasn't like most. It resembled a dental engine like you'd see at the Dentist, specially designed for a person to recline in. The straps were specialized too, the ones at his wrists pinched in while the straps for more meatier parts of the body were widened. Although Funk was strapped down by the upper arm, wrist, and ankles there were more optional straps hanging loose off the sides. Whoever fastened him in was either in a bad mood or Funk put them in one because they were unnecessarily tight.
Sean moved away from the sink and over to Funk looking over the document listed on the clipboard, "Did you really kill a mercenary just to get the key?" He asked before glancing at the straps with a bit of amusement, "You look comfy, did you put up that much of a fight that they took it out on you?" He looked like he was going to loosen them, but not until he heard an answer for the first question.
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 14, 2020 1:36:17 GMT -5
4 days. After falling asleep, it took them the rest of the new day to get back to civilization. So really, Funk had only been in control of his life for 3 days. When he got back, the whole headquarters was flooded with paper. Innocentia was surely drowning. Senescence was raging over the 50th paper cut, Elyon signing some with a blood-soaked knife and Lux talking to a stack like a cheap date. It was a painful reminder of how needed Funk was. In the span of a few hours, he had the room cleaned and everything organized. All of them gave him crap still, not that Funk expected any better of them. He still took advantage of the opportunity to present a new budget, it was unanimously rejected. He shrugged it off, just another day in the League. He put it in behind their backs.
And he was almost glad to be back. Even if he didn't leave for longer than 24 hours, it felt like an eternity. The workload, the gardening, the one procedure he got to do, distracted him from thinking too much about Sean. Least till he was in bed and alone with his thoughts, and even then he would just get up and fill out forms till he passed out. It was pure happenstance he came across the form of a man climbing out of a well near their border. Funk couldn't help but watch him struggle. He also couldn't help but walk up and push him back into the well. Though when he did, something caught on his thumb. He recognized it as the key he held from Sean. And really, it wasn't doing this guy any good anymore, now bleeding out from a broken neck in the darkness. So he pocketed it, before showing it off in a group chat and handing it off to Senescence. Even he knew better than to be caught carrying the thing around.
The poor guy was in a well, he didn't really expect him to be found. Especially so soon. The autopsy would confirm the simple fact that he fell, there was no evidence he was pushed or that Funk had done the supposed pushing. He figured this day was coming, just not so soon. Funk also expected to be kept a better eye on, but he noticed the others had become slightly laxer at the mention of the Regime. Something about him able to handle himself. Course, it didn't quite help when he was dragged in on grounds of murdering the guy. It seemed he was the main suspect in any crime the regime had. He may as well have been in charge of taxes here.
Now he was strapped into some dentist chair, and the only reason he wasn't tied down more was cause he made the aide throw up talking about how the intestines tended to convulse during surgery, they moved the wheeled rack they hung on. Oh yeah, he took them out too. Most doctors did. But hey, whatever he could do to keep his knees free. His hands were once again tied near his hips for the second time this week, and he didn't even have a pretty lady or gent to thank for it. Now it was mostly quiet, and Funk spent the time whistling away before the door opened and Sean stepped in.
His lip twitched slightly. Of course, he should have figured Sean would seek him out. Though Funk didn't much recognize him as he blew away the same bang that had been bothering him for a while. At first, he didn't really answer Sean's question, tapping his feet along to some rhythm before singing some, "Hey, Mr. Pinstripe Suit ♫ Hey, Mr. hi-dee-hi-dee-ho ♪ Well, I know you got the answers ♫ We all wanna know ♪ " He didn't meet Sean's gaze much, a little into his rhythm and bobbing his head some. "Now why would I do that? ♫ I know I'd be the first suspect ♪ And where's your evidence anyway? ♫ We all wanna know ♪ "
Sean smirked and nodded along to the beat, leaning up against where Funk lied. He was impressed that Funk managed to keep the beat with his shoes alone. "It's really hard to tell if they drugged you or if that's just you being you," Sean said before relenting and loosening the straps to a reasonable amount of pressure. He poked Funk in the chest, "You messed up, how are you going to get yourself out of this? They're suspicious of me and the cameras will flick back on eventually and when they do I can't play nice, but they don't have sound. Point is, I have to make it look like I'm following protocol and if I can't fake it, I will follow it."
He looked back at the clipboard grimly, too distracted and careless to notice that Funk could catch a glimpse of it. Interrogation was listed, but with it was incarceration information, which included too many words that ended with injection including being injected with a tracking device. "Honestly I know you did it because literally no one else would take that item and I doubt the Regime would fight me on that conclusion," Sean said with a shrug before leaning in some towards Funk, "So how does it feel to be pinned down and helpless?"
He leaned his leg out and with his foot managed to roll over a small cart with a tray on top, Sean's fingers tracing over the body of a syringe. He was debating how much to enjoy this moment and how much to genuinely worry. The Regime wasn't big on torture, but locking someone up for years in isolation and hunger was definitely their style and actual escapees were very very few. He wasn't entirely sure how to help Funk out of this and it hurt more than he expected.
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 14, 2020 21:06:12 GMT -5
It wasn't too surprising for Funk. He was a natural musician, all of his siblings were. The joy of being born into a musically inclined household. "Drugged huh? Don't remember. That kinda $#!^ doesn't usually work on me. Heh heh." Yep, more questions than answers. That was the way Funk played. Whether he was drugged or not was a mystery, not that it stopped him from leaning somewhat into Sean's brief touch as he loosened the straps. Even with him freed slightly, he didn't move right away. His lips curled into a smile and he shrugged at his question. Funk really had no clue how he was supposed to get out of this. Normally, the charges were dropped or Brilliance got him out somehow. He never asked, not finding it his business to know. "Guess my first mistake was going for a walk today. Didn't quite expect to get dragged into another murder case. But I get it, it's the joy of being Nemesis." He waved his hand, as much as he could in the restraints, "And I get it, I get it. Follow along with your steps. That's what you do here, after all."
He looked over, able to read the clipboard even in the low light. Injection after injection after injection. Funk recognized everything on the list. From supposed truth serums to sedatives to a toxin that could wrack your nervous system. Course, the worst thing was the tracking device. A Nemesis was better off dead than with the Regime tracking him, even if he did all the paperwork. It was all stuff he had probably injected into himself over the years, his blood now more like acid. Funk still held himself up with a bizarre sense of confidence, rolling his eyes when Sean started again. "Though think of it from my perspective for a moment. A key was taken, a thing that looks obviously like a key is taken. Now, say you're walking down the street, minding your own business when you see a dead guy with a key around his neck or sticking out of his pocket or you get curious and search the guy. I'm not the only type that's gonna swipe it and tell no tales. It's possible someone took it with no idea what it's capable of." It was a lie, but it was a plausible lie. And Funk delivered it like it was the truth. Though through it all, his eyes held a glassy quality, not horribly emotive one way or another. "Be real, I'm suspected here cause I'm the Nemesis. That's all you have."
Funk chuckled at that, leaning to the side, the restraints straining against his weight. "You're not horribly threatening, you know. Not after a couple days ago." He followed as Sean's fingers traced over a syringe. "Pinned down and helpless huh? Nah, not yet." His hand had more options than he showed, such as the signals no one could hear, "What about you? How does it feel?" Funk asked lackadaisically. He didn't know how Sean felt about him, or how he felt about Sean. But they were both dancing in the commander's hand.
"In fairness, I've never been threatening even though I'm supposed to be. But I would never change my personality because of a job title," He said taking the syringe off the cart, "How I feel is confident that you did kill him and despite that certainty I still want to protect you the best I can," Sean confessed, looking stressed out, "I don't know how you feel about me, but at the very very very least, you're a friend to me now. You didn't abandon me and when I thought you would betray me you never did so I won't betray whatever it is we are to each other."
A crush. That's what he wanted to say, he had a crush on Funk, but his logic wouldn't let him admit it. There was no reason to have a crush on Funk purely because if they advanced forward it would never work out. Funk would always be a wanted criminal in the Regime's eyes and if he ever fought the league he'd just be their play toy. They would never work out so long as they stayed where they were at.
"Everyone gets a tracking device," Sean continued, "Even Regime members receive one at birth. If you behave I won't inject you with a tracking device and instead just tape one onto you so they'll never be the wiser. But I can't save you from this entire list. This first shot is a chip, it doesn't track you, but it will identify you. Similar to what Innocentia does only this doesn't leave a scar. Do you think you can handle this shot?" Sean asked, although already seemed to be presuming so because he left Funk's side to grab some cotton swabs and medicinal alcohol. He kept in mind what Funk said, that he wasn't helpless and actually hoped that was true. If Funk could just beat him up in a fight and make a run for it and get out that would be best case scenario... Even if it meant he wouldn't likely see him again.
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 15, 2020 0:44:19 GMT -5
Despite it all, Funk was as relaxed as ever. Slowly, he tested the restraints as Sean talked. Sure enough, each was loose enough to where he could slip his limbs out. But he held still and listened. There appeared to be no way he could convince Sean otherwise, no matter how much he pushed for more information. But still, Sean wanted to protect him? Him? Jerk of the night, pushed a dude down a well for fun and stole his key, playboy and emotional wreck Funk? He smiled, one that bordered too close to genuine. It was a relief to hear that, though he wouldn't admit it now. "Aww, that's sweet. You got a crush on me." He was definitely slightly drugged, pulling his sleeve up would reveal a cotton patch to stop the bleeding. But you didn't need to look when Funk just spelled it out for you.
Through the latter part of Sean's speech, he was only paying attention somewhat. Something about a tracking device, a deal, a chip. Similar to what they did. Could he handle the shot? Of course, he could, the myriad of scars on his arms told of how well he could handle it. But Funk kept getting distracted by something else, his gaze once again tracing the movements of Sean's lips."You to me... I don't know." He spoke absent-mindedly, now able to feel the slight vibrations against his skull from his glasses. They'd be here soon. "It's hard to describe. I can't place my finger on it yet. It's like the feeling you get after you take your first few steps off of spinning teacups, or right after a jumpscare and your heart begins to slow. Kinda reminds me of when my mom didn't show up for my recital. A strange strange feeling." Funk nodded to himself, perhaps like he was fighting sleep. When he was more likely biding his time. He met Sean's gaze. "Yep, can't tell you yet. You'll have to stick around to find out. Not that I expect you to after this. But if you did, that'd be nice. I'd start to miss you."
His hand had slowly slipped out from the restraint, before quickly balling into a fist and slamming into the side of Sean's face. When he stumbled away, Funk pulled his other arm out before scrambling to his feet. He nearly fell over but managed to stand after grabbing the side table for support. The table was covered in syringes, not much that would help in getting him out of here. Something pricked him, not that he felt much as he got his footing. "Yeah, sorry Sean. But thanks." Funk didn't give himself much time to think, sprinting to the door, "And next time, just come to my place okay. Better than planting a dead body." He added with a sly smile.
An immediate prickle of warmth spread from his face down to his shoulders, the embarrassment hitting hard for calling him out for crushing on him. His eyes immediately flashed with a defensive rage before he automatically regained his composure. He would just be proving Funk right if he gave an actual reaction to that. He couldn't help, but feel disappointed when Funk didn't know how he felt about him, but as he went on he only tipped his head in confusion. An amused smile across his lips, "Funk, those are all three entirely different things and you had recitals? I have so many questions now."
He frowned, he would have to stick around to find out? Sean knew the chances of that were low, the only reason they met at all was through Glow, typically he didn't get out much, he stuck to his group and was always at the commander side. He didn't roll the thoughts around his head for long before looking Funk in the eyes and looked like he was about to say something genuine, a confession maybe, but it never came out and he winced, moving back as the pain of the punch whirled around in his head. Yeah, this was the best case scenario, Funk would escape, he wouldn't get in trouble, and things would return back to normal. So it was odd when he found himself weirdly sad by the thought, but he didn't stay distracted long when Funk reached the door and couldn't open it.
"I don't know what part of, we invest all our money in technology you don't understand," Sean said pinching the bridge of his nose before taking a glance back at the cameras, he had... Some time. He walked over to Funk, "Uh, try 2085 61524 18114."
He did not tell him that a retinal scan was an option mainly because he did not need Funk throwing him into every door to get out or some poor person in the Regime. Especially when most of the Regime were peaceful and only a handful were mercenaries.
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 15, 2020 18:20:00 GMT -5
"Yeah, can't answer those now." Funk shrugged, initially figuring the callouses on his fingers made things obvious. But he guessed not. He pulled the door, then pushed, then pouted when neither gave him a result he wanted. He glanced up at the cameras. No red light. They weren't on, but why. He vaguely remembered something about them turning back on at a point. Gee, his mind sloshed too much.
"Well, I don't have some fancy key that opens any lock, or else I would have used it." Funk punched the number sequence in. Though his finger hovered over the final 4. He had no reason to hesitate, but he couldn't will it forward. "Hey... that bruise good enough? For them to get off your back enough?" If you came with me, no one would lord over you like that. That's what he wanted to say. Just throw it all away for me. That's what he wanted. What a selfish man. Funk's teeth grit, looking over his shoulder at Sean. His eyes were murky, like dirty water. You couldn't see what was past the surface, not that he really knew what was beyond it either.
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"Gee, are you sure we're going the right way?" Lorelei held an obnoxiously large map, turning it this way and that as the pair walked. She was always bad with using the communication devices and left it with her partner to use. Supposedly, the frequency changed the closer you got, but she was never able to hear the difference. Skinny and tall, her long red hair was attempted to be held up by a yellow ribbon that really just slouched with it. Her light overalls were dirty and needed to be sewn up, knee-high socks and tennis shoes needed to be matched and her striped shirt was oddly hideous. But she insisted on it when given the choice. This place all looked the same to her, staring out with one green eye and one black eye that most swore they saw her take the contact out of. Slung on her back was an assault rifle. It never hurt to be prepared, and Lorelei was the kind to go over the top. She knew the Nemesis had been kidnapped, and they needed to get him back. That was about all she remembered.
"Nowhere close enough, I'm expected to give my life in most situations, but in this particular one it would look odd for you to not have a scratch on you and it would look wrong for you to not overpower me as you and I both know from a few days ago," Sean explained with a defeated look, "It's not worth it though, if you want to run you can't waste time. I didn't miss you before because I knew I'd see you again, but now I... I definitely will miss you because I guess once you press the number four this will be it. It'll be alright, you won't be back soon, I'll probably be under probation for a while, but so long as nothing escalates I'll get out of this," He promised.
He stood there waiting for Funk to leave him and open the door.
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 16, 2020 19:01:36 GMT -5
Funk patted his pockets. Sure enough, they took his cigs. The nerve. "Figures." He really can't stand this place. Too orderly, too strict, too clean. Sure, he expected his own to give their lives, but if they didn't, it was no chip off his shoulder. Funk let out a sigh before turning and walking back to Sean, his thumb brushing against the bruise on his cheekbone before grabbing his chin and forcing Sean to look at him. He didn't appear to be thinking any of this through, but his lip still curled up slightly. "What happened to optimism, Sean? Do you remember what you said? I'm not leaving you behind, okay." His voice was hard, certain yet slightly comforting before letting go and grabbing the Sentinel's hand, dragging him to the door. "You really leave me no choice. I can't let them mess you up too much. That's my job. And I ain't gonna figure out how I feel about you if you're stuck in some cell. So I'm gonna push 4, and you're gonna run. And I'm gonna run? Okay? Okay, great." Sean could say all that, but Funk didn't trust the Regime. Not with their own. Not with anything. They'd kill him, and he did not want to infiltrate this stupid place. Sean had about 3 seconds to argue before Funk pressed the button, but his grip was like iron and he was moving fast.
