York

[infailtration]

● York
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[infailtration]

Truth... if you could have any superpower, what would it be and why?

[bothbarrels]

Invisibility.

For the obvious reasons, as a sniper. Make my job 100% easier.

[infailtration]

Catch: you have to be naked because it doesn't affect your clothes. Still want it?

[bothbarrels]

[ North snickers. ]

I've thought this one through, my friend. Yes, I do.

[infailtration]

Alright, I guess a naked sniper doesn't have to worry about cqb. I'll take it.

Truth.

[bothbarrels]

[ North thinks again. He's starting to run out of his standard questions. ]

Is there anything about yourself that you'd change if you could? Just like, wave a magic wand and it'd be better?

[infailtration]

[ That's. An excellent question. York knows the answer, he thinks... but doesn't really want to share it. ]

...dare.

[bothbarrels]

Oh-ho-ho, okay.

[ Touched a nerve there, apparently. He thinks for a moment. Normally this one was done with alcohol, but they don't want to waste any of that. ]

Pour a glass of water on your own head.

Oh, and you can't fix your hair afterwards.

[infailtration]

I can't fix my hair? Low blow, North.

[ He does happen to have a water bottle on his nightstand, and grabs for it, standing up and heading for the bathroom so he doesn't make a mess in here. ]

You want to watch?

[bothbarrels]

Of course.

[ He follows York, then stands in the doorway, arms folded, leaning on one doorjamb. ]

[infailtration]

[ York sighs, but he's grinning as he raises the bottle, upturning it over his head. Water runs down through his hair in rivulets, down his face and neck and shoulders, soaking into his shirt.

The gel he used isn't waterproof but it isnt' too disturbed by a glass worth of water. York glances in the mirror as he lowers the empty bottle, plucking at his now-wet shirt. ]

Hey, it didn't totally ruin my hair. Hah!

[bothbarrels]

[ North laughs. ]

One day you're going to notice it thinning and you'll have to change your hair style.

[infailtration]

Never!

[ York steps out of the bathroom, still plucking his shirt. ]

Am I allowed to change my shirt or do I have to keep playing wet?

[bothbarrels]

Play wet.

[ He sits back on the bunk he'd been sitting on before. ]

Truth.

[infailtration]

Wet t-shirt time, I see what you're into.

[ York's joking, but relieved that it isn't cold in here. He heads back to his spot, grabbing the little liquor bottle for another sip, and sits down cross-legged on the bed.

Actually, the joke gives him an idea. ]

How'd you figure out you were ace?

[bothbarrels]

Well, it kind of started with my sister. She would talk about all the women she thought were hot, and I didn't really connect to what she was saying. I asked her how she knew once. She laughed at me for that. Eventually I told her I thought I was bi, because to me guys and girls were similar levels of attractive. She's the one who suggested I might be ace.

[infailtration]

Because the level of attractive just doesn't get up to hot for you?

[ York doesn't fully understand, but he wants to. It seems like an important thing he never knew about his best friend. ]

[bothbarrels]

Right. Like, I can see an attractive person, and notice they're attractive, but I don't get to the level of "I'd like to tap that" at any point.

[ North appreciates that York's asking questions. Better to ask and to know than not to and to not. ]

[infailtration]

I'm gonna cheat and ask another question: have you ever tried it? Or do you just know it's not for you?

[bothbarrels]

What? You mean sex?

[ Realizing that's what York means, shakes his head with a few moments of laughter. ]

York, having sex and having attraction don't necessarily have much to do with one another.

[infailtration]

Okay, now I'm actually confused. They sure do for me.

[bothbarrels]

If you weren't attracted to anybody at all, would you have a low enough libido to just never have sex with anyone? I don't know about you, but that's not me.

[infailtration]

It's hard for me to separate the two, but... maybe? Maybe not.

[ And he's realizing now that he was very wrong in interpreting this. ]

[bothbarrels]

Well, I mean, I suppose it would be different for an allosexual person like you. But I wouldn't know.

[infailtration]

Well look at that, I learned something new.

[ He grins, polishing off the first little liquor bottle and setting it on the nightstand. ]

Truth.