[ Faraday listens intently as they plan. Mostly, he's just glad the two of them aren't bullshitting anymore, impatient as Faraday can be. His gaze flicks over briefly to the screen when Emma sets to pulling up the location (she always was quick on the draw), and he thinks to himself, Right. That looks appropriate.
Then as they're wrapping up, Emma directs that heated gaze to him, has that look that signals something boiling beneath the surface. Familiar, for the most part, but given those little slips he's seen tonight, he wonders if this isn't something more dangerous. Reckless.
So his answer is little more than a noncommittal little hum, as he continues listening to Rivera and Bogue politely talk their way out of the room. Little barbs coated in fancy words – the kind of talk Faraday hates engaging in, but likes listening to. Faraday is a straightforward man – he'd rather tell someone to their face if he doesn't like them – but the sort of circuitous ways these folks go about it is at least mildly entertaining.
Once they're well and truly gone from the room, Faraday pulls off his headset. Then, mildly, as he's standing from the desk and going to his pack to find a change of clothes, ]
[ emma's already set to seeing to their travel arrangements, checking in on safe houses close to the drop, preparing to report what they've uncovered, but she actually stops in her furious typing when faraday speaks. she turns, that fiery anger melting away just long enough for her to look skeptical instead. ]
Are you tellin' me you actually wanted a dance?
[ then her eyes narrow slightly. ]
Or were you just hopin' for an opportunity to rattle my chain a touch more?
[ because she hadn't missed how much faraday had been enjoying making her uncomfortable; their daily routine tended to involve all manner of his aggravating antics, and she hadn't been even remotely surprised that he'd been taking advantage of a perfect moment like this mission.
...except for the part where they'd been making out on the table. that...hadn't seemed to be all about flustering her. ]
[ Unsurprisingly, his pack is... kind of a mess. Just things tossed in that he felt he'd need, without any particular mind to organization or easy retrieval. So it takes a bit for him to fish out a worn tee and some sweats; as he's searching, he says lightly, ]
Maybe I just like dancin'.
[ but, that's a lie. He doesn't mind dancing, but he definitely wanted to see how far he could push, at the time. And a slow dance seemed to be a reasonably safe risk, at the time.
Safe in comparison, anyway, considering the giant goddamn gamble he took later that evening. He considers himself lucky that Emma isn't currently chucking his body into a dumpster. But best not to bring that up, any time soon.
Once he has his clothes in hand, he moves toward the bathroom to get changed. ]
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Then as they're wrapping up, Emma directs that heated gaze to him, has that look that signals something boiling beneath the surface. Familiar, for the most part, but given those little slips he's seen tonight, he wonders if this isn't something more dangerous. Reckless.
So his answer is little more than a noncommittal little hum, as he continues listening to Rivera and Bogue politely talk their way out of the room. Little barbs coated in fancy words – the kind of talk Faraday hates engaging in, but likes listening to. Faraday is a straightforward man – he'd rather tell someone to their face if he doesn't like them – but the sort of circuitous ways these folks go about it is at least mildly entertaining.
Once they're well and truly gone from the room, Faraday pulls off his headset. Then, mildly, as he's standing from the desk and going to his pack to find a change of clothes, ]
Never did get that dance, though.
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Are you tellin' me you actually wanted a dance?
[ then her eyes narrow slightly. ]
Or were you just hopin' for an opportunity to rattle my chain a touch more?
[ because she hadn't missed how much faraday had been enjoying making her uncomfortable; their daily routine tended to involve all manner of his aggravating antics, and she hadn't been even remotely surprised that he'd been taking advantage of a perfect moment like this mission.
...except for the part where they'd been making out on the table. that...hadn't seemed to be all about flustering her. ]
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Maybe I just like dancin'.
[ but, that's a lie. He doesn't mind dancing, but he definitely wanted to see how far he could push, at the time. And a slow dance seemed to be a reasonably safe risk, at the time.
Safe in comparison, anyway, considering the giant goddamn gamble he took later that evening. He considers himself lucky that Emma isn't currently chucking his body into a dumpster. But best not to bring that up, any time soon.
Once he has his clothes in hand, he moves toward the bathroom to get changed. ]
We'll save it for next time, then.