lavernius tucker

[fuckingaqua]

● TUCKER
Whatever, you know how this works.
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[myagents]

I'm sorry, allow me to convey the concept in a way that you understand.

[Price flutters his eyelashes and then proceeds to aim his freezing ray in the middle of the room to create an ice statue that looks exactly like Tucker only to destroy it with the burning laser.]

Hopefully I am making myself clear.

[fuckingaqua]

[ Hmm. On the one hand, exactly as creepy and unsettling as he probably should have anticipated. Look who he's talking to. A fucking lunatic. Probably will stab him.

On the other hand, Tucker's natural distaste for what he perceives as anybody (outside of a select number of people) telling him what to do. Betta fish instinct on main. ]

Soooo. Don't touch my shit again. I'll start keeping it on my half. Institute a no p-words rule. That about right?

[myagents]

Fine by me. [He eyes Tucker with a mixture of pity and contempt.] Touching your possessions was not as entertaining for me as you think it was, they were quite sticky.

[fuckingaqua]

[ It doesn't matter how many months it's been. It's still weird to just be around people all the time and no one has a helmet and all the pity and contempt in the world is on full-blast. He hasn't lived like that since the pre-enlistment days. Gross. ]

Yeah, duh. How else are you supposed to keep people from touching 'em?

[myagents]

I--

[Price sighs and holds back a groan, he doesn't want to deal with such response.]

Of course.

[fuckingaqua]

[ Tucker gives Price the facial equivalent of an eloquent "???" before turning part of his attention back to his device. He is possibly texting Carolina just to be like hey, let your little Freelancer gang know where this no fly zone is now. Something like that. ]

What, been a while since you had a roomie?

[myagents]

Well...

[A moment of his past comes to mind: the Director is lying in bed in his room - which is clearly a room for one person only -, looking stone cold dead as he sleeps, but also still handsome. Price stares lovingly and can't seem to resist the temptation to stroke his hand. Cue the man waking up and growling, with his charming accent, 'WHAWT DA HAELL AHR YA DOIN, GIT AHTAH HEAUH'.]

...Yes, I suppose you can say so.

[fuckingaqua]

[ One could say 'mood,' but that would be a lie. Opposite of mood. ]

Crash course then, I guess. Don't touch stuff. Stuff can be sticky. And I dunno, if we keep to the ground rules we probably won't murder each other. That's basically the whole course.

[myagents]

I trust your judgement on this.

[Price replies sarcastically. Well, passive aggressively, he doesn't really have a proper understanding of humour. Call that one of the many ways he is special, or terrifying, depending on how you feel about him.]

You slept with the Alpha, that couldn't possibly have been easy to deal with.

[fuckingaqua]

Holy shit, phrasing! I didn't sleep with Church!

[ Using Church's name is deliberate, but not pointed (yet). Gotta divide up most of that energy to put towards his dumbass no homo life choices. ]

[myagents]

What I am trying to say is that based on the data I have gathered about the Alpha and the time I spent with the Director, I am not questioning your advice regarding everyday habits that can help avoid conflict.

It was this skill of yours that made so that you were assigned the role of simulation trooper rather than freelancer agent.

[Is it an insult? Is it a compliment? A bit of both, but it's mostly a factual statement. Price feels surprisingly chill and neutral regarding most topics.]

Also, I am aware that the Alpha could be quite difficult to deal with although I didn't get to interact with him outside of a purely professional context.

[Which is a shame, by the way. Alpha was a loner, yes, but he was just a tiny bit less reserved than the Director and well, that could have been an occasion to find out more about him.

Tucker seems to have such a close bond with 'Church'...Price is a little jealous, he wishes he and the Director were friends especially because the compatibility was undeniable. It was an odd one, though. Wasted potential, perhaps, and so unique in its way of skipping all the nice things to go directly to an intimate act such as torture. Yet it always ended there, even if he got to glance and even play with the Director's darkest side.

If only because of pride or will to have someone to court, Price likes to think that it was the equivalent of having a one night stand so good that you keep coming back, so good that it overweighed whatever they both had experienced with past partners to the point of making the Director feel shame and that was why he deliberately made effort to avoid Price and not even remember his name.

After all, Price had been living with the Director for an at least equal amount of time compared to Allison, with the difference that one of them was present, devoted to him, and paying attention to his daughter. That someone was Price and not Allison, but no one will ever be ready for that conversation...]

[fuckingaqua]

[ Tucker isn't even gonna think about unpacking the 'assigned the role of simulation trooper rather than freelancer agent' suitcase. Maybe that's a lie. He thinks about unpacking it, if mostly to think about what a wild fucking statement it is.

Either the Project was extremely hard-up around then, or psychologists are naturally weird and unreliable narrators. Talk about dodging a bullet, though.

Off it goes. Into the vault. He has not figured out if he's offended about it yet.

But that's fine. He's got more than enough offense to spare for the back half. ]

His name was Church. If you're gonna talk about my friend that you professionally fucked up, how about you use it.

[myagents]

Alright.

[He stays silent for a bit.]

By the way it's nice to hear you and...Church had such bond.

[The Director has never defended him or even praised his efforts.]