Chuck || Motorcity

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[livefaster]

[And Mike can't help it, nudges Chuck's arm with his shoulder and laughs and shakes his head, looking like a kid or... really his true age. He wolfs down the rest of the pancake, because the stomach usually wins over the presence that surrounds someone, no matter how enticing that one is.]

[dieharder]

[Chuck scratches the bridge of his nose awkwardly, then makes quick work of finishing his breakfast, which really doesn't take that long for Chuck, licking the cream off the corners of his mouth once he's done.]

[livefaster]

[Mike is quick to follow, wiping the honey from his fork with his thumb and sucking on the pad as he reaches for the milk to make the pancake settle nicely in his stomach - Mike you need to learn how to chew properly.

He smiles absently at the idea that when the rest of the burners arrive to the kitchen and smell the pancakes they're going to ask for some more. That will probably set them onto another scavenge and trade kind of mission, but that kind of thing seemed plenty alright to Mike.]

[dieharder]

[After drinking his juice too, Chuck rests his elbow on the table, leaning his head against his hand with a sigh.]

We should probably get to work now. I mean, I don't know if you got stuff to do, but I do. [But he doesn't even show intentions to move, just stares at Mike, which comes to show just how motivated he is right now.]

[livefaster]

[He leans back on his chair, running his fingers through his still damp hair with a sigh, then rubbing his face into waking up. As languid as this morning turned out to be, it wouldn't be good to fall into this rhythm forever.

Except it would. It definitely would. But he'd better just fall into repetition rather than a constant stream of inaction towards the world out there, even if it meant neglecting this new stage with Chuck.

He still smiles at him with the hint of morning and connection in his eyes and he nods.] I told Jacob I'd help out with a few things. Then I gotta go with Dutch to help him out with some infrastructures--oh. I wanted to ask if you're free to come with me later. I have to meet Rayon.

[dieharder]

[Chuck isn't a big fan of shaking this stillness so soon either, but he knows that the sooner he took care of everything he had to, the less he'd have to listen to Texas innovative ideas he has for all their cars. And even if his mind won't be completely in the game, he'll still do a great job, even if a little rushed and messier than usual.

It's alright, though; they will always have later tonight, or tomorrow morning, dozens or hundreds or thousands of other moments in-between, and Chuck finds that having something like that to look forward to is really... perfect.]

Sure! [He gets up again, so he can take the dishes to the sink. He really shouldn't look so happy at the prospect of riding shotgun with Mike, but he imagines they can always take a detour on their way there or back, and that thought will have to be enough to get him through that ride. Somehow.] What does he want?

[livefaster]

Something we need to transport. [He shrugs. Following to get a clean cloth so he can wet it and wipe the table clean, he stands right next to Chuck by the sink to wring it.]

Not really sure what, but he needs it taken to the other side of the city. [A shrug. Hey, a small roadtrip was a roadtrip, right? With his best bro, even better.]

[dieharder]

[He normally wouldn't wash the dishes right away, but he knows that if he doesn't do it, then Mike will. Hanging around him made him a little bit tidier when it came to common areas, so Chuck grabs the sponge and soaps and rinses the few dishes they used.]

To the other side? Mike, you do realize that means crossing like, half the gang territories in Motorcity, right? [He frowns a little, nose wrinkling as he starts thinking about this.] We gotta be sure of what we're carrying, so we can avoid any conflicts. Or, you know, make sure it's not something dangerous.

[Rayon was always a careful guy, and out of all the gang leaders he was certainly one of the nicest, but... they can never be too sure. He had sold them out to the Duke before, after all.]

[livefaster]

Easy there, buddy, I'm pretty sure it's safe this time. [He hopes. Or at least, he'll talk this with Rayon out to make sure he isn't waging some gang war - or whatever skirmish the gangs in Motorcity were into these days - secretly. He adds with a shrug, placing a hand on Chuck's shoulder and squeezing.] It's nothing we haven't done before!

[dieharder]

Yeah, we did. Do you remember how some of those times went for us? [Chuck shoots Mike a pointed stare, still effective even when covered by his own hair, as he closes the tap now that he's done with the dishes.] I'm just saying we should make sure we got all the info, and not just rely on your luck to bail us out. Again.

[livefaster]

[And it's received with a nod.] Alright, I promise we'll discuss the terms. [A pat on that same shoulder and he turns to wipe the table clean]

When we get there.

[dieharder]

Good. That's all I'm asking for.

[He looks around for a dry cloth, and not finding one, he steps closer and pats his hands dry on the back of Mike's shirt. Hehehehehehe.]

[livefaster]

[He sighs and smiles at the table, wiping it over again just to hear it squeak - he finds it funny and stereotypically perfect. It's a good thing that Chuck trusts him so much, because any other person would've just refused to go or made up an excuse. He could count on him to help him out. It really wasn't the same to ride Mutt wit--

--WETWETWETWET.

Here's him arching and hunching his shoulders and looking back.]--wha--hey?!

[dieharder]

[Chuck's already rounding the table and nearing the kitchen door, just in case Mike thinks up some sort of revenge. He shrugs at Mike, an amused grin on his face as he snorts at Mike's reaction.] You used the last dry cloth!

[livefaster]

[























Please rise. For a moment of silence.]

[livefaster]

[And he



grins



and scrambleturnsjumpsruns towards Chuck's direction] Oh, no you don't!

I'm laughing like a lunatic

[dieharder]

[Oh....

no.


Chuck runs out of the kitchen, of course, yelping and laughing as he does so, but he's not as fast as Mike so it's more than likely that he'll catch up to him.]

yes perfect

[livefaster]

[And it is easy to catch up and just downright catch Chuck soon enough. He's laughing as he grabs hold of Chuck's arm and raises it enough so he doesn't try to swat him away.] A-ha!

[dieharder]

[Chuck's feet struggle and stumble all over themselves, and it's a good thing Mike grabbed his arm and that he kept so close. Instead of falling to the ground, he just loses his balance and bumps against Mike with a squeal.]

Mikey, waitwaitwait--

[livefaster]

Nope. You had your chance, Chuckles. [He's grinning and now that he's caught him he's trying to slip the wet cloth down Chuck's collar.]

[dieharder]

Nonononononono-- [He screams a little in surprise when he feels the cloth come to contact with his skin, and he squirms to try and release from Mike's grip, his brain screaming coldcoldcolcoldcold at him.]

[livefaster]

[He smiles and spares him the suffering for long, taking the cloth away from his skin. Mike had only been wet for a few seconds, after all, and his shirt is already dried up.] Looks like revenge is served cold after all!

[dieharder]

[Chuck winces and moves away, a little unbalanced, picking at the wet collar of his own shirt. He looks over at Mike with a mock-pout on his face.] What I did wasn't as bad!

[livefaster]

[Mike grins. He would expect it, but he's pretty sure he'll end up forgetting it, while Chuck tended to wait to strike.

He reaches to move Chuck's shoulders gingerly into place, helping him find a balance.] You'll catch up to the debt soon.

[dieharder]

[Narrow eyes shoot at Mike, and while he really wants to yank that cloth off of Mike's hands and rub it in his face, that would probably mean their little war would just go on endlessly, and a wet collar means Chuck's already going to want to change his shirt as it is.]

Oh you can count on that, Mister Chilton. [He sighs, and walks back into the kitchen, knowing there's a basket with fresh laundry there.]