Aeron had listened to the two men talk in relative silence as she felt no need to really chime in, though she did keep count of how many jabs John took at her expense. If the wolf was lucky, she's only stoop so low as to glue his ass to the next chair he sat in, or many she would steal one of his beloved handguns and hide it for a week or two where even he wouldn't be able to find it. Lost in thought, she couldn't help the rather wicked smile that curled the edge of her lips, why not just do both? Gluing his ass to the chair would give her plenty of time to hide the handgun as he fought to remove himself, a sight she would find most amusing she was sure.
John's features became more stoic as he listened to Twombly. By the end of it he simply shrugged.
"Well then it's a good thing that I haven't told you much of importance, otherwise I'd be in trouble, hmhmhm." He smirked as he ran a hand through his furry head.
"Besides, saying things like that could get you killed, especially in New Earlton.
It's just a good thing I know my dearest Aery here. She wouldn't let that happen to me." He winked to her before leveling a glare to Twombly.
"But for future reference, I would encourage you to watch who you say that to. Some of the people I know don't, understand what you mean and I can garuntee that they will do whatever it takes to silence you. But I can see you have better judgement and common sense to avoid situations that result in, lesser favorable conclusions."
"Ya'll aren't about to start a pissing contest right?" she questioned once John was finished telling Twombly about their rather extensive background... a background that at one point, involved an actual relationship. However, once she had come to realize the Pack leader was trying to get John to use their relationship to his advantage, she cut it off and went on her merry way. "Pretty sure Twombly doesn't need to know how much fun we used to have... unless you are trying to get him to smack you in the face with a rifle part?"
John looked back over to Aeron, as respectfully as he could and gave her a lopsided smirk.
"Well you and me both know who would win that anyway plus I'm more than certain that Twombly has stories to match."
Aeron was silent for a moment, a small hint of sadness showing for a brief second before she let out a slow breath. "Don't we all?" she muttered, suddenly not in much of a mood to actively tease John, something that only seemed to happen when she remember something especially bad. "So, what the hell brought you all the way to the wasteland John? There are no jobs to be had out here... so something tells me you may have had a thing to do with the firefight that we passed just before the storm started to get out of hand."
His ears perked up slightly with a flick from the left. He had just about forgotten that the firefight happened not to long ago. 'Well.....shit' He mentally cursed. That blast must've shaken him badly enough to forget he was going to get in and get out.
[color=black]"Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that. Just providing overwatch. It seemed like the Hole and Godmother were after the same thing. Went swimmingly until The Pack came out of the blue and basically robbed them both out of a few good things. Hence the reason the weapons are now parts of weapons. I was caught in the blast in the building behind the truck. Someone used waaaaay too much C4. 'Mostly because Johnny likes big boom.' He chuckled to his own inside joke. It would more or less come across as Wolf being tickled by his own joke. "Yeah so the last thing I can remember coherently is looking down my sights to watch the ending and then "boom", all hell broke loose." Simply shrugging at the situation. John usually came across like a solider, firefights and death meant nothing to him at this point. Thanks to his life and The Pack, he had been desensitized to violence in general and sometimes could be seen in his slightly hidden thousand-yard stare.
"Meaning you used too much C4 because you wanted to see how much of a pain in the ass you could be?" she questioned before yawning and leaning against Twombly, "Was The Pack taken care of accordingly or would you like some help setting a few people straight? I'm sure Ylva would love to give them a piece of her mind yet again considering what happened the first time you two met... and she almost kicked your ass." As she spoke, she nabbed one of Twombly's hands, forcing the male to stop what he was doing long enough for her to idly play with his fingers.
John immediately denied any cause of the explosion but only his jackal would know truth behind his words. When she brought up the pack he shook his head and waved it off. "Nah its fine. I personally know the new Alpha, I'll talk to him. Besides I think I - - - - Did you just say Ylva?" His mouth twitched slightly as he felt his tail lightly thump against the concrete wall. The twitch became more prominent as it worked its way into a grin.
"God I haven't seen Ylva in a long while. Hey does she still have my card? I gave her that for a reason you know and what do you mean kicked my ass? I had her on the ropes and then she cheated." He almost sounded like a child towards the end, getting defensive about the first time they met.
Twombly wasn't too interested in what was being discussed at this point, the obligitory 'my boss is cuter' stick-waving having already been settled upon cementing John's disbelief in his ability to survive a relationship with Aeron for long as he has. A fact made all teh more obvious when his boss stole one of his hands away from his work just as he was about to finish setting the reciever of the old submachine-gun back together. Taking the occurance in-stride, he finished re-assembling the gun single handedly while letting Aeron inspect his claws for blood, dirt, and sand... or whatever else she was looking for, splaying his fingers out so she could more eaisly run her fingers between his, ending in an affectionate embrace as he looked-up just as they brought Ylva into the discussion.
"Oh, you've met her too? How'd you like Sasha, her big gun? I modified that just for her." He boasted, in what could be seen as an affirmation to just how badly he must've screwed-up to get on Ylva's hit-list, twice. It was also a hint that he could do similar work for him.
John glanced over to Twombly when he asked him how he knew Ylva and frowned at the name Sasha.
"Goddamn...Sasha, Hiss, Cujo, Nina, Sypher... we all had a few discussions that day. That M249 made a hell of a mess. Last time I saw her she had that thing etched in with....What was it....oh, "Be my Valentine" or something similar. I think she took that idea from me. By the way Aery how is she anyway?" He asked with genuine interest.
"Why not ask her? I guarentee she's going to be the one to come get us. There is no way Sebastian hasn't noticed that I am effectively 'missing' which means they more than likely used the gps on my phone to find me. That also means Ylva will be driving one of the SUVs out here to come pick me and whoever I am with, up." She replied, taking note that his tail was thumping against the wall, "You really like her don't you? I don't think I've seen you this excited to see or hear about someone in the longest time."
"I'll ask her."
John had gained a certain crush with Ylva and it was mostly thanks to that one day. The fact that someone else had managed to come out of the woodwork and match him round for round was enough to peek his interest. Not only that, but was able to get the upperhand against him, effectively giving him his single loss he ever had. Later on when he did manage to take her out she turned out to have a great personality, one that fit his own and yet held its own distinct quirks and beliefs. So overall he had feelings for her but had to keep it professional as he did work with her at times, even if they were rare. It was at this time he realized his tail had started to go and looked down and took it into his hand as he laid back. He looked about the ceiling as he thought about it and simply shrugged.
"Great, it'll be a double date then. You and Ylva, with me and Ms Khalil back to the Hole to discuss some of the more amusing details of how we've all met." He stated, having finished the last salvageable firearm and hopping on one of the nearby bunks, beside Aeron. "Although we will have to drop off a few things to a client, I won't give any of those details, of course." He said, refering to the deal they'd made with Ansel, completely unaware of the bonus they'd get if they gave him John wrapped up in a little red bow.
John looked at Twombly slightly concerned about the idea of a double date. Not because he didn't want to, but because he had someone else waiting for him. A certain vixen named Vex.
"We're co-workers, something like this coul-"
"Thing about a canine's tail? It always gives us away," Aeron said with a smile on her face before standing and walking over to where John was relaxing, "The only reason she hasn't called you is because she wasn't sure if it would be a smart thing to do. You're always so god damn proffesional that she doesn't want to bother you or put you in a situation that could possibly compromise your moral standing. Sometimes I wonder what it is she sees in you, then I remember the type of person you really are under that cold front. I'm sure you already know this, but if you decide to get serious with her, you better not hurt her. Its one thing to have my hitman after you... its another to have me after you."
He rolled his eyes and sat up a bit.
"Yeah yeah, or you'll do horrible things to my genitalia and other parts of me involving painful things and what not. Also I would like to clarify that I do not have a cold front. I am a rather approachable person." He stuck his tongue out at her before laying his head back again. "Hey Aeron-" His voice softened a bit.
"What's tomorrow?" He asked with a bit of somberness in his voice out of curiousity.
"I'll go with you," Aeron said softly, her usually hardened expression turning soft as she looked at him, "Don't I always?" She gently pat his head before sitting down a little ways away, eyeballing her phone as she knew she would more than likely end up being pinged, that is, if she had service.
It was about three hours into the sandstorm that some noise could be heard at the enterance of the building, and it was clear the person had no desire to hide themselves. "Hey Aeron! Sebastian sent me to come pick you and your boy-toy up!" came an all too familiar voice, "C'mon, lets get going before I'm entirely too tempted to tell that Tiger where he can shove it." Just as the sentence came to an end, a female grey wolf strolled right up to the small group, her auburn eyes scanning the trio for a moment before they came to rest on John. It was clear that she remembered exactly who it was, but she was a little miffed that he had been a pain in the ass to get a hold of after that singular date she conceeded to.
"So I see the Big Bad Wolf got stuck in the storm too... I take it I'll need to give him a ride back to The Hole or something?" the female wolf questioned, keeping her eyes off of the Male Canine who seemed to be just lounging on the ground for the past few hours, "I guess I could be nice enough to give him a lift too... just don't pee in the car." While it was clear she was joking around, her tone was a little hard since she was having a bit of a hard time concealing the fact that she was actually happy that he was there.
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