I don't like walking around this old and empty house.

[the_marshal]

WHO| Wyatt and Semi-OTA (Open physically to anyone with him in District 10, with some preset threads for Howard and Max in the comments.)
WHAT| Bb gets with the times.
WHERE| District 10
WHEN| A day or two after arriving in the Districts.
Warnings/Notes| Some mild swearing perhaps? Edit: Two clueless gents flirting over the skype equivalent below. You are warned. Edit edit: It went a bit beyond flirting. Gird yourself.



Wyatt had made a promise to Howard, and he was determined to keep it. After settling in as best as he could in their temporary housing, he dug out his communicator and set about trying to get the thing to work.

At one of the heavy, thick-cut tables in the dining room, he moved his fingers over the keys just as he remembered watching Howard do -- and somehow set off a bell, a shrill alarm that cut through the quiet of the late morning like a knife through warm butter. Quickly, he clapped his hands over it and stabbed another button, managing to silence it out of sheer luck.

Glancing around, he nodded in apology to those at the nearest tables - trying to ignore the heat threatening to curl around the back of his neck - and tried again.

That time he nearly blinded himself.

Wiping the bright flash from his eyes, cursing lowly to himself, he dropped the device on the table and leaned back in his chair in defeat.

Time to consider a re-approach.

Comments

[the_marshal]

"Yet," Wyatt replied, looking back at Elias, a low, steady determination in his rough drawl.

He'd given his conditions, had given all the warning he could, and if Elias still wanted his help, he'd give it. Shifting, he studied the man square.

"What'a ya need?"

[nofunandgames]

Elias grinned. It was a tight and tired smile, but he was at least relieved that this part of the plan was working out.

Leaning forward, he began to lay out all the precise details, quickly, and simply, not telling Wyatt more than he had to. It bothered him to not lay everything out, but right now, this was best.

[the_marshal]

Wyatt could tell, once or twice, that there was more Elias was thinking about saying, but that he decided against and kept to himself. He didn't take it personal, figuring the man has his reasons.

When he finished, Wyatt nodded and reached out to rest a heavy, callused palm on his shoulder.

"We'll get it done," he promised.

[nofunandgames]

Elias reached up, squeezing the man's hand in return. He didn't have to say how gratefully he was, Wyatt could see it in his face, in the way his whole body seem to relax knowing he had someone in his corner now. A real, solid person, not the idea of someone far off and remote.

Still, not needing to say it didn't mean he wouldn't.

"Thank you."

((Shall we wrap this puppy up?))

[the_marshal]

(Looks good to me!)