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[sightsset]

[The username reads as 'Bismarck.' The picture is of a nondescript piece of purple-painted metal. Is there a pattern here with the previous post? Huh, he didn't notice.]

Tell me a little about your world?

[The request is simple, and harmless enough. No one is obligated to answer, no one is obligated to answer with details if they do.

[It's just a little bit of recon, that's all.]

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[sightsset]

[North certainly won't be complaining; all he's had for a year now is South, he's absolutely dying for some kind of contact. If that's getting to be held for a minute by the person he trusts more than anybody, that's an outright blessing.]

Man, I... [He chokes on it, trying to get the words out. That's not something North gets happening to him often.]

... I missed you. [All of you, he means, but York a little differently. He wasn't closer to anybody.]

[infailtration]

[ There'll be more than just this hug, he's not going to mention that the couch pulls out in the hopes that North shares the bed and will cuddle. Wash's short tenure in his apartment was the best York's slept in over a year. And it's North.

He can feel himself unwinding a little, his shoulders loosening up at the reassurance that this is real, not some vivid dream. ]

Same here. [ And maybe the hug's getting a little long and a little weird but he doesn't give a shit. He pulls back just enough to run his fingers through overlong blond hair, getting a good look at his friend's now-bearded face.

This thing's scratchy as hell, you know.