The weirdest part, York's noticed, is that there wasn't ever any real warning. No shimmer of light, no flicker like a hologram, no visible ripple effect like in bad sci-fi movies. One moment a person was (and when) one way-
then then next? Older. Younger.
Head tipped forward like this the first thing to notice is Delta's chip. It goes from neatly embedded in the port nestled in York's too long to be regulation hair to sliding down the back of his neck, bumping against North's arm. Second: Too long to be regulation is shaved down to regulation longer top, shaved sides. York's posture shifts, somewhat uncomfortably, the arm looped around North gone from loose and casual to awkwardly stiff. His shoulders have more meat to them, a coiled tension, and his voice? Gone the playful drawl for the most part, tucked neatly away in clipped, even, commanding syllables. "Who are you and where are we?"
He doesn't step back that much, though he does lift his head to peer up at North with both of his eyes, a leaner angle to his jaw- wrinkles and scars gone. A quick glance at the surrounding area- night, Texas, dirt road- makes him frown. "...Am I on leave? The hell was in that beer Ramirez gave me- if the boys put you up to this-"
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then then next? Older. Younger.
Head tipped forward like this the first thing to notice is Delta's chip. It goes from neatly embedded in the port nestled in York's too long to be regulation hair to sliding down the back of his neck, bumping against North's arm. Second: Too long to be regulation is shaved down to regulation longer top, shaved sides. York's posture shifts, somewhat uncomfortably, the arm looped around North gone from loose and casual to awkwardly stiff. His shoulders have more meat to them, a coiled tension, and his voice? Gone the playful drawl for the most part, tucked neatly away in clipped, even, commanding syllables. "Who are you and where are we?"
He doesn't step back that much, though he does lift his head to peer up at North with both of his eyes, a leaner angle to his jaw- wrinkles and scars gone. A quick glance at the surrounding area- night, Texas, dirt road- makes him frown. "...Am I on leave? The hell was in that beer Ramirez gave me- if the boys put you up to this-"