[ Despite their differences, Bob has no qualms about being objective when it comes to Hangman's skills in or out of the plane. The latter is so smooth that life could throw anything at him and his confidence would grease up the situation for a perfect outcome and he'd saunter on out of there like he'd always meant for it to happen this way. It's a quality Bob genuinely envies. There have been too many moments in his life where he paused for Analysisโข and lost the opportunity to speak up, to ask his burning questions, to inject humor, to remind people he was here -
And somewhere along the way, he grew content with his poor sense of timing. It's just not who he is and that's fine. He's met plenty of guys like Jake who make everything in their lives look easy and is happy to admire them from afar. That being said - this might be the bravest thing Seresin has ever done and. That's saying a lot.
At least in the air, the worst that can happen is death. Here, the threat is so real and close, and smells like Dolce and Gabbana's Light Blue, reminiscent of the last time he stepped into Marshall's -
Bob has to swallow again, suddenly, as his skin starts to grow hot. The pat on his chest, while startling him, doesn't help. It's like watching a mongoose try to hypnotize itself through a cobra's coils, odd dance number and all. How does Jake keep talking?
He coughs - can't help it - when he gets clapped on the back; his heart and lungs have effectively been shaken loose and need at least 3 business days to get back to position. He tries to school his expression into something that Javy once remarked, makes you look like a nerdy deer in headlights, man and maybe it works too well because a well-manicured (red!) finger is pointing at him instead and he freezes.
Doesn't make the mistake of looking at Jake, this time. He thinks about Payback instead - and the rest of them gathered around this cake, smiles lit warm by the glow of the candles. The upcoming mission that's coming up a lot faster than any other birthdays they can celebrate. ]
Yes. [ He nods, hoping he's just feeling itchy under his collar and not sweating like a recovering gambler facing down the streets of Vegas. ] It's- it's true. It's hard enough to make sure everything is going smoothly even when our heads are in the game, but uh. When someone's not entirely present, it's that much harder. And we don't want to see him grounded either, ma'am.
[ His heart is still rattling around in his ribcage while he tries not to blink too much. He read somewhere that it's what people do when they're lying. ]
Please.
[ By some miracle - Alright. He releases a shaky breath, immediately blinks ten times in one second. As thanks for your service, I will sell you one whole hummingbird cake as a one time exception. This can never happen again. Is that understood, boys?
His glasses slide down his nose as he nods vigorously - his entire face is probably shiny with sweat at this point. But he's happy, too. So happy that he smiles with his teeth. ]
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And somewhere along the way, he grew content with his poor sense of timing. It's just not who he is and that's fine. He's met plenty of guys like Jake who make everything in their lives look easy and is happy to admire them from afar. That being said - this might be the bravest thing Seresin has ever done and. That's saying a lot.
At least in the air, the worst that can happen is death. Here, the threat is so real and close, and smells like Dolce and Gabbana's Light Blue, reminiscent of the last time he stepped into Marshall's -
Bob has to swallow again, suddenly, as his skin starts to grow hot. The pat on his chest, while startling him, doesn't help. It's like watching a mongoose try to hypnotize itself through a cobra's coils, odd dance number and all. How does Jake keep talking?
He coughs - can't help it - when he gets clapped on the back; his heart and lungs have effectively been shaken loose and need at least 3 business days to get back to position. He tries to school his expression into something that Javy once remarked, makes you look like a nerdy deer in headlights, man and maybe it works too well because a well-manicured (red!) finger is pointing at him instead and he freezes.
Doesn't make the mistake of looking at Jake, this time. He thinks about Payback instead - and the rest of them gathered around this cake, smiles lit warm by the glow of the candles. The upcoming mission that's coming up a lot faster than any other birthdays they can celebrate. ]
Yes. [ He nods, hoping he's just feeling itchy under his collar and not sweating like a recovering gambler facing down the streets of Vegas. ] It's- it's true. It's hard enough to make sure everything is going smoothly even when our heads are in the game, but uh. When someone's not entirely present, it's that much harder. And we don't want to see him grounded either, ma'am.
[ His heart is still rattling around in his ribcage while he tries not to blink too much. He read somewhere that it's what people do when they're lying. ]
Please.
[ By some miracle - Alright. He releases a shaky breath, immediately blinks ten times in one second. As thanks for your service, I will sell you one whole hummingbird cake as a one time exception. This can never happen again. Is that understood, boys?
His glasses slide down his nose as he nods vigorously - his entire face is probably shiny with sweat at this point. But he's happy, too. So happy that he smiles with his teeth. ]
Thank you, ma'am. It means a lot.