sword_breaker | Future Stuff ::1:: Been Up All Night

[This was not clicking for some reason. He has been staring at these reports for the past hour and half, nothing having been accomplished besides from papers being shuffled around in a semblance of productivity and knives thrown into the pillar behind him out of sheer frustration. His fingers tapping along the worn metal to keep himself from doing further property damage at this rate.

The bottom line was that stress was gnawing at him.

Not from the job though. If anything, reports should came as second nature after the past few months and coordinating had been relatively easy once the rough first week passed by. Being a vanguard should cause less stress than doing actually fieldwork yet here he was at a breaking point almost.

There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Those stupid letters and photos and other bullshit weren't coming in anymore.

Something had to have happened and he's stuck here in this goddamn tower like a fresh rezzed moron.

His hands were effectively tied as well. No one could be sent out without the other two's approval and even then it'd be brought forward to discussion by the head vanguard. Which means that nothing could happen for days and he'll be sitting on his ass like he already was. All it did was make him all the more frustrated about having given up his freedom to leave as he so pleased because at least then someone would be out there trying to figure out what happened.

The hunter buries his face in his hands with an exhausted sigh leaving him. He probably looked like hell at this rate. Throwing himself into long hours had made his sleep schedule an abysmal handful of hours in the past few days. Half the time he didn't know how he wasn't passing out during meetings. Be easy to. Pull the hood further down, lean down on the table and maybe get an hour or two of on and off rest. Might be the best time to try it out to be quite honest since the hall was dead before attempting it when there'd be actual repercussions to getting caught.

He grunts after stretching out on the table some, pillowing his head with his arms for something close to comfortable. Shade is called out of transmat to keep a watch on things while an attempt at a nap was made. The ghost whirling softly in concern but does as told.

Things suck. Might as well try to ignore it for the time being.]

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I don't know. Maybe, maybe not. I can't say for certain right now so you'd just have to wait and see what you wind up getting. You'll live with either one.

Hey, could just beg for mercy from the might vanguard. See where that penance takes me.

I'm not as easily swayed as you think I am when it comes to vanguard business. Besides what am I to do mercy? There's no worth to it and doesn't fix the mess of whatever had occurred. There's a reason I got the job.

I mean, I could make it worth it yeah? Send some of the new rezzers to clean things up, they need the practice.

I don't think they would appreciate you siccing the vanguard onto them. Last time I checked even somewhat older guardians didn't appreciate that being done. Besides they could be useful elsewhere like combing for resources.

[A smirk breaks out at that. So long ago but he can recall the groaning and whining heard back in the cosmodrome.]

Or, or, hear me out, they could not do that and do all the little things instead to leave the big strong guardians and the heroic vanguard to a little quiet time together.

[How could he forget that punishment from so long ago though? Cruel and unusual.]

And who are you to argue with a Vanguard? That keeps them out and about plenty long enough for the ridiculous host leader to entertain a discussion I'm sure.

[A smirk ever present now. He was allowed to tease over such things especially since it was all good natured.]

Unless said leader would like to join them. Be a good example and all.

Psh, when has a host leader ever been a good influence. Better to stay back and be bad and deal with the vanguard. 'specially when the vanguard's as easy on the eyes as a particular one is.

I'm thinking that almost every host leader has been fundamentally good until you came along to be the bad boy of the lot. You're almost as awful as a first year guardian again. Certainly full of smooth talk to try and get your way.

[Quick kiss pressed to the mark on his neck.] Maybe you should be the one to be punished.

What can I say? All work and no play makes another Zavala.

[He cracks one eye open to look over at the hunter.]

Like I said, sign me up.

Fair point. Don't need another commander just yet.

[He pushes up to sit with a soft grunt, rubbing the back of his neck.]

Besides thing you've had enough fun with the vanguard for today. Twice and pretty much back to back.

Don't think I'd make a good Zavala anyways. Not enough stick up there, really.

[His hand falls to James' hip, and he presents a mock terrified expression.]

Traveler no, I don't think I even could. Must be getting old, think you wore me out.

[But the expression melts into a sincere, if somewhat teasing, grin.]

True. I think you prefer something else being up there anyway.

[He rolls his eyes at him, shaking his head.]

Wow you're getting your ass kicked by someone who has a century over you. Such a pushover.

W-I mean like-

[For as long as they've been together, the comment still brings a touch of heat to his cheeks, but he's able to recover quickly. Instead of sputtering and tripping over his words, he instead reaches up to muss up James' hair in retaliation, a small, impish grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.]

You mean that I'm right. Well thank you for agreeing with me. I appreciate having such a truthful host leader as my company.

[His hair was a mess anyway so the further mussing doesn't earn much beyond a soft laugh from him. Besides it was still priceless to get those moments of catching Liam off guard and stealing away his ability to talk. Even after all these years.]

Hey, I'm not the one that's been all something up something today. Think that honor belongs to a certain vanguard, yeah?

[He's laughing through his words though, quiet and loving. Banter has never grown old, no matter how long it's been.]

[He tilts his head to the side, raising a brow at him.]

Are you complaining about that? I'm sure something else could be arranged if that didn't suit your tastes then.

Nah, tastes are just fine. Better than fine. Not quite as fine as the hunter they're directed with, but still pretty fine.

[And no, he will not apologize for that level of terrible.]

Hm well this hunter is still kicking your tired ass apparently.

[Scrounging up the supplies, he stows them in a nearby desk before sliding off of the titan and the couch. His arms and back being stretched out before recovering his clothes.]

Psh, lettin' you win. For now.

[Maybe. Sort of. Not really. He's not going to admit it though. Instead he concerns himself with watching James move, eyes trailing up the curve of his spine as he stretches. Perhaps it's a bit of laziness that doesn't have him moving from the couch quite yet, even if it would be for the best.]

Uh hunh. Sure you are. Whatever will help you sleep at night.

[Once clothes are acquired, he starts pulling them back on and getting somewhat back to being put together. His hand moving to run through his hair with a smirk thrown back at the titan.]

Can't compare to a vanguard.

Oh totally can.

[He should really get up, but instead he just stretches and works a kink out of his neck before shooting a grin back over to his hunter.]

I can keep up just fine.

Oh really then?

[He turns around and leans down with a toothy grin. His hands being placed on the back of the couch on both sides of him. A half assed pin really.]

Doesn't look like it.

Psssshhh. I'm being nice and not bowling you over right now.

[He grins toothily up at James, leaving his hands at his sides in a sign of mock surrender.]