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Raleigh Becket ([personal profile] righthemisphere) wrote2014-02-16 05:24 pm
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Nobody knows anymore. Mid Dec?

[personal profile] righthemisphere 2021-01-09 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"No idea, but yeah, Wu's Mako. I think he said his name was Bolin? But I haven't met him."
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[personal profile] suicidemission 2021-01-10 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
He smirks a little. Wu's Mako. Heh.

"Ah yeah...I think he mentioned him to me. Haven't met him either."
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[personal profile] righthemisphere 2021-01-10 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Raleigh gives a thoughtful noise as he twiddles an orange slice between his fingers.

"I like them. That group. They seem like good guys."
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[personal profile] suicidemission 2021-01-13 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, me too."

They're good kids, he reckons, though they're not exactly kids. Chuck and Wu are the same damn age.
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[personal profile] righthemisphere 2021-01-13 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
And, well, if Chuck likes them then that's a pretty good sign. Like Max, Chuck is a decent litmus test for judging someone's character.

Man, if him from four months ago were here to see him thinking this..

Raleigh takes a moment to consider just how drastically things have changed. It's crazy. Good but still crazy. Sitting here like a real person gossiping about their friends as they decorate a Christmas tree in a moment of soft, domestic bliss. He honestly never thought he'd see the day, least of all with Chuck Hansen. How incredible.

And it turns out to be a pretty perfect success of an evening. They dress the tree, they eat dinner, they do a little perimeter patrol of the grounds and then settle in for the night. One beautiful night where nothing has gone wrong. Nothing has tried to kill them and no one is shattering their mind. Just a little slice of Christmas Pie, curled together in bed. One decent(ish) night of sleep.

Because God knows what's coming tomorrow. Somehow that makes them appreciate it even more.
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