[Wash looks forward to Tucker visiting him. Well, okay. That's not accurate. He looks forward to it the same way you look forward to a sandwich after a long stint of not eating, or a hot bath after a long day on your feet when your joints are screaming. Which is to say: he kind of... yearns.
Which is embarrassing, for mister stoic ex-marine. So he tries to keep that shit under wraps. But when he hears the telltale beat of Tucker's wings, he gets up and goes to the door with that totally uncharacteristic smile on his face. Tucker just does something to him.]
[It's been a couple months since he made his decision. He left once, a few days after that first night and flew out lopsided and struggling to feed somewhere else, just a quickie to sate the hunger. Came back a day or so later after reaffirming that yes, this is what he wants. He wants to keep this human alive but also... Stay close to him. Even without the sex and feeding, he likes Wash and wants to be near him.
Which is still the weirdest thing he's ever realized about himself.
Unfortunately the exhaustion and hunger keep him from really doing much in the way of, well, anything. Most of the time's spent piled up in Wash's bed, moving to lay on the couch when it's time to wash the sheets (he's glad for Wash's tiny apartment now too).
It's another day he's sprawled across the sheets, watching the sun go down through the windows.]
Hey... [He's at least taken to asking questions to pass the time. Even if they're kind of dumb.] Why'd you move here anyway? Place is tiny.
INCUBUS!TUCK & EARLY!CHURCH
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i am sorry he keeps ruining these but he is not a smooth operator
oh my GOD church
I'M SORRY BUT YOU KNEW WHAT YOU WERE SIGNING UP FOR
I KNOW AND YET....
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oh my fucking god that icon
THAT IS MY FIRST TIME EVER USING IT
period accent is just gonna come and go whatever WHATEVER DON'T JUDGE ME
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Which is embarrassing, for mister stoic ex-marine. So he tries to keep that shit under wraps. But when he hears the telltale beat of Tucker's wings, he gets up and goes to the door with that totally uncharacteristic smile on his face. Tucker just does something to him.]
Hey.
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one day im gonna have dirty icons
it's ok that's the only one I've got tbh
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Which is still the weirdest thing he's ever realized about himself.
Unfortunately the exhaustion and hunger keep him from really doing much in the way of, well, anything. Most of the time's spent piled up in Wash's bed, moving to lay on the couch when it's time to wash the sheets (he's glad for Wash's tiny apartment now too).
It's another day he's sprawled across the sheets, watching the sun go down through the windows.]
Hey... [He's at least taken to asking questions to pass the time. Even if they're kind of dumb.] Why'd you move here anyway? Place is tiny.
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