[ He calls over his shoulder, already scrubbing a hand over his face. Okay. Time to...process how he feels while cleaning up the paint. He can handle that. Delta thrums in the back of his mind, lining up parts of Azucar that align neatly with this feral little gangster.
Patterns, equations. Shit she'd said, shit she hadn't-
Urging him to go. Poking through Legion files; looking for who's responsible? For the truth in all this mess? And where did that make him fall? Where'd that put Sam? She can, (will, he reminds himself) peel off whenever she likes, make a new face, a new name. They'll...probably stick it out here.
Locus might follow. Azucar- Sombra had him on a leash. Taylor knows he wouldn't fly out with her without Locus but whether or not he'd do the same is- it's a mess in his head and it's no easier to clean than all this paint. By the time he's gotten the halls scrubbed half decently clear and used up as much luck as he could spare to make sure no one asked him questions? He'd been equally unlucky enough to have flecks of it all over his uniform and skin, some in his hair.
Finding his way to their beach- her beach- is all but instinctive. He bobs along over the sand, flying rather than walking, too weary from putting his back into clearing off paint and his mind tangling in knots to do much more than drop in the first clear patch of sand he finds and start working off his boots. ]
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[ He calls over his shoulder, already scrubbing a hand over his face. Okay. Time to...process how he feels while cleaning up the paint. He can handle that. Delta thrums in the back of his mind, lining up parts of Azucar that align neatly with this feral little gangster.
Patterns, equations. Shit she'd said, shit she hadn't-
Urging him to go. Poking through Legion files; looking for who's responsible? For the truth in all this mess? And where did that make him fall? Where'd that put Sam? She can, (will, he reminds himself) peel off whenever she likes, make a new face, a new name. They'll...probably stick it out here.
Locus might follow. Azucar- Sombra had him on a leash. Taylor knows he wouldn't fly out with her without Locus but whether or not he'd do the same is- it's a mess in his head and it's no easier to clean than all this paint. By the time he's gotten the halls scrubbed half decently clear and used up as much luck as he could spare to make sure no one asked him questions? He'd been equally unlucky enough to have flecks of it all over his uniform and skin, some in his hair.
Finding his way to their beach- her beach- is all but instinctive. He bobs along over the sand, flying rather than walking, too weary from putting his back into clearing off paint and his mind tangling in knots to do much more than drop in the first clear patch of sand he finds and start working off his boots. ]
Alright little sugarskull, I'm here.