Wash has gotten into the habit of completely avoiding both Judges when at all possible. As far as he's concerned, they're both terrible, albeit in almost completely different ways.
When he hears Rico yell at him (or at someone, but he turns around in time to see that point, and yeah, it's probably him), he knows his nice little avoidance streak is over. Days Without An Altercation: 0. He takes the moment to mute his comms and helmet mic and just groans in the privacy of his helmet. Great. Fucking fantastic.
He takes the next moment to pull a rather petite Legion staffer out of the way as the Almighty Fashion Disaster takes a header straight to the floor. The staffer, who can read the writing on the wall, gives him a grateful nod and proceeds to get the hell out of Dodge, leaving Wash there to fix the issue. Cleanup on aisle seven.
He unmutes his helmet mic and stares down at Rico, making no move to help him up or even get within arm's reach. "What the fuck do you want?"
C: let's be real; this has been a long time coming
When he hears Rico yell at him (or at someone, but he turns around in time to see that point, and yeah, it's probably him), he knows his nice little avoidance streak is over. Days Without An Altercation: 0. He takes the moment to mute his comms and helmet mic and just groans in the privacy of his helmet. Great. Fucking fantastic.
He takes the next moment to pull a rather petite Legion staffer out of the way as the Almighty Fashion Disaster takes a header straight to the floor. The staffer, who can read the writing on the wall, gives him a grateful nod and proceeds to get the hell out of Dodge, leaving Wash there to fix the issue. Cleanup on aisle seven.
He unmutes his helmet mic and stares down at Rico, making no move to help him up or even get within arm's reach. "What the fuck do you want?"