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[special-ass-agent]

“Take your time.” Curt didn’t even move to follow, content with being seated and nursing his own flask. Taking a small swig from it from time to time. He wasn’t going to pry into whatever Paris was doing. They were old enough to handle themselves.

He’s got other things to think about.

And, so, he waited for Paris’s return. Curt had half-thought about leaving. Disappearing again. He didn’t feel like they were really reconnecting, let alone being on two different career paths.

Paris is...somewhere, now. After waking up that day in the park in confusion and finding their way home, they hadn't seen Curt. In fact, 4 years passed before they somehow crossed paths again. And it was definitely a surprise. Paris grew up in the time of Curt's absence.

Now, they were a young adult, working as a half-legitimate investigator for something called CHIMERA. So seeing Agent Curt Mega again after all that time was a flashbang to them. No words needed to be said. It was a shock for both of them.

@the-curious-adventurer

It’s.. It’s been a while. A lot has happened.

Curt has changed, despite his strong attempts not to. Which, he’s only changed a little and people have suffered for it. For one, he had a re-encounter with Owen despite thinking he killed him years before and properly killing him this time. Another, he fumbled poorly at being a spy when he returned to the career briefly. Last, he’s gone out on his own now.

He’s found himself somewhere, at a familiar but quiet little park. Curt is tucked away quietly on a park bench, overlooking the majority of the place. His hands are folded together, thumbs fidgeting with each other.

[special-ass-agent]

“You love that, don’t you?” And yet, Curt enjoyed hearing Owen's long spiels in the past. So, who really was the fool?

The face of unease returned and stayed for longer, head swivelling around at the sound of a saw. Where was that? He’s expecting the ground to suddenly split open to reveal a giant blade, but nothing happens just yet. He swallowed hard, before shaking his head. “Do they let mice loose in here and see if they nibble at your cables? I’d really consider that a test.”

The saw was making Curt grow uncomfortable, when he couldn’t even hear it. It showed in the way his shoes are shuffling and scraping against the floor, trying to move the chair.

Curt is reckless. Curt is impatient.

He had tried to rush back into the same facility he previously broke into, to see Owen. To try and get him out of there. Maybe retrieve parts of the machine, see what would happen. Admittedly he hadn’t actually gone in with much of a plan, merely the thought of interacting with the machine again. He had gone back in too soon, the attempt too quick. He wasn’t sure what the exact deal had been, but it felt like they had been waiting for him. Ready to corner him.

His memories are hazy.

He’s struggling to open his eyes, blearily blinking as he comes to consciousness. Curt doesn’t know where he is or what could be happening. His head swam, trying to focus on the room. He couldn’t help his eyes squinting half-shut as he tried peering around the room. The main issue was the lacking ability of walking. He couldn’t even stand. His arms were tied up too.

“..Hello?” He mumbled out.

[ —@special-ass-agent ]

You’re back, why?

Owen’s not sure how he feels about this, last time he saw Curt he started… malfunctioning.. So he’s mad, but he also missed Curt? Is he glad to see him again? Surely Curt has a plan, no one would be stupid enough to come back so soon- right?

Either way, it took some convincing to get to talk to him, so he better prove himself worth it, prove he can be trusted, prove he’s worth keeping alive.

[special-ass-agent]

“That’s the point. Not a cup. It’s called a shot for a reason.” Curt mumbled. His hands unzipped his jacket, hand slipping in and pulling out a flask. He had said that he was just shouting for the first drinks. He unscrewed the lid, before bringing said flask up to his lips. It was soon merely cradled in his arms.

Curt only gave a glance to their wrist, before uncomfortably glancing away once more. He didn’t like the sound of fingers against that spot on their wrist. It didn’t sound right. It did remind him of his old tracker from ASS, but it was typically embedded in his clothing or merely on his being. It had just been a tracker, though. Paris just had a weird chip-bump.

This outing was the worse one he’s had in a while, and it’s barely started.

He takes another swig from his flask.

Paris is...somewhere, now. After waking up that day in the park in confusion and finding their way home, they hadn't seen Curt. In fact, 4 years passed before they somehow crossed paths again. And it was definitely a surprise. Paris grew up in the time of Curt's absence.

Now, they were a young adult, working as a half-legitimate investigator for something called CHIMERA. So seeing Agent Curt Mega again after all that time was a flashbang to them. No words needed to be said. It was a shock for both of them.

@the-curious-adventurer

It’s.. It’s been a while. A lot has happened.

Curt has changed, despite his strong attempts not to. Which, he’s only changed a little and people have suffered for it. For one, he had a re-encounter with Owen despite thinking he killed him years before and properly killing him this time. Another, he fumbled poorly at being a spy when he returned to the career briefly. Last, he’s gone out on his own now.

He’s found himself somewhere, at a familiar but quiet little park. Curt is tucked away quietly on a park bench, overlooking the majority of the place. His hands are folded together, thumbs fidgeting with each other.

[special-ass-agent]

Chip? What?

That feeling of unease washed over Curt again, letting go of Paris's wrist. He shook his head, glancing away. Paris wasn’t a kid anymore, they’re old enough to deal with themselves. He wouldn’t want to interfere with their life. “..Okay.”

He fell quiet for a moment, before gesturing at their shot. “You know how to drink those properly, right?— Here, I’ll show you.” And he reached out, taking and easily downing the shot. Curt couldn’t help the brief cough afterwards, then a rough shake of his head.

Paris is...somewhere, now. After waking up that day in the park in confusion and finding their way home, they hadn't seen Curt. In fact, 4 years passed before they somehow crossed paths again. And it was definitely a surprise. Paris grew up in the time of Curt's absence.

Now, they were a young adult, working as a half-legitimate investigator for something called CHIMERA. So seeing Agent Curt Mega again after all that time was a flashbang to them. No words needed to be said. It was a shock for both of them.

@the-curious-adventurer

It’s.. It’s been a while. A lot has happened.

Curt has changed, despite his strong attempts not to. Which, he’s only changed a little and people have suffered for it. For one, he had a re-encounter with Owen despite thinking he killed him years before and properly killing him this time. Another, he fumbled poorly at being a spy when he returned to the career briefly. Last, he’s gone out on his own now.

He’s found himself somewhere, at a familiar but quiet little park. Curt is tucked away quietly on a park bench, overlooking the majority of the place. His hands are folded together, thumbs fidgeting with each other.

[special-ass-agent]

And Curt never planned to tell.

“Just spotted something.” He mumbled, head leaning down and peering at the odd bump in Paris’s wrist. His other hand moved to poke at it, before glancing back at their face. “Get that checked out. Might be some infection or poorly-healed thing. I don’t need to hear you being stubborn and have you randomly dying from something so small.”

Paris is...somewhere, now. After waking up that day in the park in confusion and finding their way home, they hadn't seen Curt. In fact, 4 years passed before they somehow crossed paths again. And it was definitely a surprise. Paris grew up in the time of Curt's absence.

Now, they were a young adult, working as a half-legitimate investigator for something called CHIMERA. So seeing Agent Curt Mega again after all that time was a flashbang to them. No words needed to be said. It was a shock for both of them.

@the-curious-adventurer

It’s.. It’s been a while. A lot has happened.

Curt has changed, despite his strong attempts not to. Which, he’s only changed a little and people have suffered for it. For one, he had a re-encounter with Owen despite thinking he killed him years before and properly killing him this time. Another, he fumbled poorly at being a spy when he returned to the career briefly. Last, he’s gone out on his own now.

He’s found himself somewhere, at a familiar but quiet little park. Curt is tucked away quietly on a park bench, overlooking the majority of the place. His hands are folded together, thumbs fidgeting with each other.

[special-ass-agent]

He can’t help the odd side-eye he gave at Paris, watching them.. Sip at the shot?

“I’m.. Going through something.” Was all he answered with and didn’t elaborate, taking another swig of his drink and then immediately downing the rest. Letting go of the glass to rest on the table, he glanced over. His eyes drift briefly over scars, before eventually settling his gaze on their wrist.

A hand moved out, gently grasping just under their wrist and pulled it close. To try and get a better look.

Paris is...somewhere, now. After waking up that day in the park in confusion and finding their way home, they hadn't seen Curt. In fact, 4 years passed before they somehow crossed paths again. And it was definitely a surprise. Paris grew up in the time of Curt's absence.

Now, they were a young adult, working as a half-legitimate investigator for something called CHIMERA. So seeing Agent Curt Mega again after all that time was a flashbang to them. No words needed to be said. It was a shock for both of them.

@the-curious-adventurer

It’s.. It’s been a while. A lot has happened.

Curt has changed, despite his strong attempts not to. Which, he’s only changed a little and people have suffered for it. For one, he had a re-encounter with Owen despite thinking he killed him years before and properly killing him this time. Another, he fumbled poorly at being a spy when he returned to the career briefly. Last, he’s gone out on his own now.

He’s found himself somewhere, at a familiar but quiet little park. Curt is tucked away quietly on a park bench, overlooking the majority of the place. His hands are folded together, thumbs fidgeting with each other.

[special-ass-agent]

Curt nodded, ducking away to the front bar and did what he needed. Ordered and briefly waited. It wasn’t long of course, but he still reflected in his mind.

Paris was growing and he shouldn’t really care, especially after not talking for four years. They could drink with him. They held a job.

One more piece of life that changed around him. It made his thoughts sour.

He soon returned to their table with their drinks, gently sliding the shot over to Paris before finally sitting and taking a small swig of his drink.

Paris is...somewhere, now. After waking up that day in the park in confusion and finding their way home, they hadn't seen Curt. In fact, 4 years passed before they somehow crossed paths again. And it was definitely a surprise. Paris grew up in the time of Curt's absence.

Now, they were a young adult, working as a half-legitimate investigator for something called CHIMERA. So seeing Agent Curt Mega again after all that time was a flashbang to them. No words needed to be said. It was a shock for both of them.

@the-curious-adventurer

It’s.. It’s been a while. A lot has happened.

Curt has changed, despite his strong attempts not to. Which, he’s only changed a little and people have suffered for it. For one, he had a re-encounter with Owen despite thinking he killed him years before and properly killing him this time. Another, he fumbled poorly at being a spy when he returned to the career briefly. Last, he’s gone out on his own now.

He’s found himself somewhere, at a familiar but quiet little park. Curt is tucked away quietly on a park bench, overlooking the majority of the place. His hands are folded together, thumbs fidgeting with each other.

[special-ass-agent]

Curt didn’t sit. He stood, hand leaning on the table as he looked at them. “Of course. One of the reasons why we came here, Paris.” He sighed. It’s quiet, this time of night. Which he found surprising, for such a nice looking place. His eyes drifted around, before back at them.

“I’ll shout our first drinks. Just think of what you want.” He already knew what he was going to get, anyway.

Paris is...somewhere, now. After waking up that day in the park in confusion and finding their way home, they hadn't seen Curt. In fact, 4 years passed before they somehow crossed paths again. And it was definitely a surprise. Paris grew up in the time of Curt's absence.

Now, they were a young adult, working as a half-legitimate investigator for something called CHIMERA. So seeing Agent Curt Mega again after all that time was a flashbang to them. No words needed to be said. It was a shock for both of them.

@the-curious-adventurer

It’s.. It’s been a while. A lot has happened.

Curt has changed, despite his strong attempts not to. Which, he’s only changed a little and people have suffered for it. For one, he had a re-encounter with Owen despite thinking he killed him years before and properly killing him this time. Another, he fumbled poorly at being a spy when he returned to the career briefly. Last, he’s gone out on his own now.

He’s found himself somewhere, at a familiar but quiet little park. Curt is tucked away quietly on a park bench, overlooking the majority of the place. His hands are folded together, thumbs fidgeting with each other.

[special-ass-agent]

“Let’s stop talking about work.” As they finally reach the front, going to hold onto the door. He moved it open, offering Paris to step in first. “We’re off the clock right now. Let’s just— Focus on something else.” He insisted. He didn’t seem like he was going to talk about it at the smallest of nudges. It’ll take more to open up the agent.

Paris is...somewhere, now. After waking up that day in the park in confusion and finding their way home, they hadn't seen Curt. In fact, 4 years passed before they somehow crossed paths again. And it was definitely a surprise. Paris grew up in the time of Curt's absence.

Now, they were a young adult, working as a half-legitimate investigator for something called CHIMERA. So seeing Agent Curt Mega again after all that time was a flashbang to them. No words needed to be said. It was a shock for both of them.

@the-curious-adventurer

It’s.. It’s been a while. A lot has happened.

Curt has changed, despite his strong attempts not to. Which, he’s only changed a little and people have suffered for it. For one, he had a re-encounter with Owen despite thinking he killed him years before and properly killing him this time. Another, he fumbled poorly at being a spy when he returned to the career briefly. Last, he’s gone out on his own now.

He’s found himself somewhere, at a familiar but quiet little park. Curt is tucked away quietly on a park bench, overlooking the majority of the place. His hands are folded together, thumbs fidgeting with each other.

[special-ass-agent]

Curt’s stomach dropped, glancing back at Paris. He’s just.. He’s just assuming the worst. It couldn’t be the same.. “Oh! Well. Wow.” He began, answer clumsily falling out his mouth. “Okay! That’s impressive.” He glanced ahead. He didn’t want to assume the worst on what the agency could be. He didn’t want to think about it.

He needed a drink.

Paris is...somewhere, now. After waking up that day in the park in confusion and finding their way home, they hadn't seen Curt. In fact, 4 years passed before they somehow crossed paths again. And it was definitely a surprise. Paris grew up in the time of Curt's absence.

Now, they were a young adult, working as a half-legitimate investigator for something called CHIMERA. So seeing Agent Curt Mega again after all that time was a flashbang to them. No words needed to be said. It was a shock for both of them.

@the-curious-adventurer

It’s.. It’s been a while. A lot has happened.

Curt has changed, despite his strong attempts not to. Which, he’s only changed a little and people have suffered for it. For one, he had a re-encounter with Owen despite thinking he killed him years before and properly killing him this time. Another, he fumbled poorly at being a spy when he returned to the career briefly. Last, he’s gone out on his own now.

He’s found himself somewhere, at a familiar but quiet little park. Curt is tucked away quietly on a park bench, overlooking the majority of the place. His hands are folded together, thumbs fidgeting with each other.

[special-ass-agent]

“A private agency? I hope they aren’t awful. What’s the name?” Curiosity peaked in Curt’s eyes. “Maybe I’ve looked into them before. Or, let’s hope not.” He added quickly.

He could see the bar in the distance, but they had a bit of walk to go still. The weather was getting a bit gloomier, clouds overhead. It’s beginning to get dark too. “I’m glad it’s for good. God only knows what you’d be like otherwise.”

Paris is...somewhere, now. After waking up that day in the park in confusion and finding their way home, they hadn't seen Curt. In fact, 4 years passed before they somehow crossed paths again. And it was definitely a surprise. Paris grew up in the time of Curt's absence.

Now, they were a young adult, working as a half-legitimate investigator for something called CHIMERA. So seeing Agent Curt Mega again after all that time was a flashbang to them. No words needed to be said. It was a shock for both of them.

@the-curious-adventurer

It’s.. It’s been a while. A lot has happened.

Curt has changed, despite his strong attempts not to. Which, he’s only changed a little and people have suffered for it. For one, he had a re-encounter with Owen despite thinking he killed him years before and properly killing him this time. Another, he fumbled poorly at being a spy when he returned to the career briefly. Last, he’s gone out on his own now.

He’s found himself somewhere, at a familiar but quiet little park. Curt is tucked away quietly on a park bench, overlooking the majority of the place. His hands are folded together, thumbs fidgeting with each other.

[special-ass-agent]

“You’ve..” Curt wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Good they’ve pursued their career and hasn’t let life stifle that, but.. “I’ll keep your name in mind when I read the odd newspaper, see if you get front page.”

It sounded almost childish, the way they described some of that job as just solving mysteries. Like some kid detective. Even if Paris was much older then who he knew them as.

Paris is...somewhere, now. After waking up that day in the park in confusion and finding their way home, they hadn't seen Curt. In fact, 4 years passed before they somehow crossed paths again. And it was definitely a surprise. Paris grew up in the time of Curt's absence.

Now, they were a young adult, working as a half-legitimate investigator for something called CHIMERA. So seeing Agent Curt Mega again after all that time was a flashbang to them. No words needed to be said. It was a shock for both of them.

@the-curious-adventurer

It’s.. It’s been a while. A lot has happened.

Curt has changed, despite his strong attempts not to. Which, he’s only changed a little and people have suffered for it. For one, he had a re-encounter with Owen despite thinking he killed him years before and properly killing him this time. Another, he fumbled poorly at being a spy when he returned to the career briefly. Last, he’s gone out on his own now.

He’s found himself somewhere, at a familiar but quiet little park. Curt is tucked away quietly on a park bench, overlooking the majority of the place. His hands are folded together, thumbs fidgeting with each other.

[special-ass-agent]

Owen had to be bluffing, right?

Curt can’t help the fear that sparked through him like an electric current. Not the first time he’s been threatened with death and it’ll never be the last. But.. Jesus, it still had his heart racing. He blinked in a flurry, face briefly giving away unease before he steeled it into neutrality.

“And what can you do, from that little box? Send me death threats through the mail?” He scoffed. Owen wouldn’t.. Owen wouldn’t kill him, right? It had to be a bluff. But, he wasn’t sure to trust him. It’s always survival, in this business.

He gulped. “Do your worst, then.”

Curt is reckless. Curt is impatient.

He had tried to rush back into the same facility he previously broke into, to see Owen. To try and get him out of there. Maybe retrieve parts of the machine, see what would happen. Admittedly he hadn’t actually gone in with much of a plan, merely the thought of interacting with the machine again. He had gone back in too soon, the attempt too quick. He wasn’t sure what the exact deal had been, but it felt like they had been waiting for him. Ready to corner him.

His memories are hazy.

He’s struggling to open his eyes, blearily blinking as he comes to consciousness. Curt doesn’t know where he is or what could be happening. His head swam, trying to focus on the room. He couldn’t help his eyes squinting half-shut as he tried peering around the room. The main issue was the lacking ability of walking. He couldn’t even stand. His arms were tied up too.

“..Hello?” He mumbled out.

[ —@special-ass-agent ]

You’re back, why?

Owen’s not sure how he feels about this, last time he saw Curt he started… malfunctioning.. So he’s mad, but he also missed Curt? Is he glad to see him again? Surely Curt has a plan, no one would be stupid enough to come back so soon- right?

Either way, it took some convincing to get to talk to him, so he better prove himself worth it, prove he can be trusted, prove he’s worth keeping alive.

[special-ass-agent]

Curt watched the whole interaction between those two with amusement.

He waited until Paul returned, handed the coffee over to him which Curt graciously took. He took a curtesy sip, the bitterness of the black coffee making him squint down at the takeaway cup in hand. His hand pops open the lid, then moved to reach into his folded-over jacket and produce a flask. After getting the lid off that, he’s pouring some of it into the takeaway cup. “Work partner.” He instinctively responded. “He can wait longer, we’re in no rush to go. We’ll be doing enough running around anyway, I’d much prefer to relax and drink this.” He grinned, tucking away his flask back into his jacket and putting the lid back on the takeaway cup.

It was just safer to say that.

“So.. You and that barista seem friendly.” He mentioned, head slightly nodding towards the front counter. “Are you two a thing? Uh.. A couple, I guess?” He shrugged.

Paul smiled at Emma as she turned away to get back to her job, lingering for a moment. He had barely noticed the line forming behind him at Beanies as he talked to her. And if he did, he didn't care. However, he probably should have paid more attention, as when he turned around he bumped right into the smartly dressed man behind him, spilling coffee everywhere.

"Oh! Shoot, I-I'm so sorry!" Paul gasped quickly.

It’s 5 o’clock somewhere.

Not currently, but somewhere else. In all of the time he’s travelled, it had to be five o’clock in some part of the world. Curt’s lost in his own world, jumping between thoughts like a man combing through a filing cabinet. Quick, skimming and barely even remembering the last file. Off-guard, some people might call it.

Which is how he ends up with coffee staining his white jacket.

Curt blinks back to attention, as he’s stumbling back slightly. Mild surprise coats his face, as he feels the hot liquid seeping in. A hand instinctively went to rub at it, as if it’d do anything.

“No, it’s fine. Happens all the time.” He instinctively answered, even if he’ll end up having to wear the damn jacket for a mission tonight. Great. “Don’t stress over it.” His eyes flick to the man. A nice suit, probably could afford the dry cleaning.. His fingers moved to unzip his jacket, revealing just a simple black shirt underneath as he checked over the damage.

[special-ass-agent]

Curt avoided their gaze, when his mother was mentioned again. Paris was still in contact with her? And neither bothered mentioning that? Or maybe he just didn’t visit enough. He’s never visited enough. He bit his lip, holding back a frown.

“It’s been okay.” Came the flat reply, eyes staring ahead as he led. “I don’t think you’d like hearing about it, though. It’s pretty boring.” He wasn’t going to discuss those horrible events of a week. He can spare Paris.

“How about you? How have you been?”

Paris is...somewhere, now. After waking up that day in the park in confusion and finding their way home, they hadn't seen Curt. In fact, 4 years passed before they somehow crossed paths again. And it was definitely a surprise. Paris grew up in the time of Curt's absence.

Now, they were a young adult, working as a half-legitimate investigator for something called CHIMERA. So seeing Agent Curt Mega again after all that time was a flashbang to them. No words needed to be said. It was a shock for both of them.

@the-curious-adventurer

It’s.. It’s been a while. A lot has happened.

Curt has changed, despite his strong attempts not to. Which, he’s only changed a little and people have suffered for it. For one, he had a re-encounter with Owen despite thinking he killed him years before and properly killing him this time. Another, he fumbled poorly at being a spy when he returned to the career briefly. Last, he’s gone out on his own now.

He’s found himself somewhere, at a familiar but quiet little park. Curt is tucked away quietly on a park bench, overlooking the majority of the place. His hands are folded together, thumbs fidgeting with each other.

[special-ass-agent]

“You wouldn’t be this if—“ He leaned forward, stopped by what was keeping him tied. Curt grimaced, before shaking his head and leaning back into his chair. “What if I wanted to get captured?” It’s a bluff. Curt never liked being captured, never liked being tied up. With Owen, sure, that was different. The times that Owen managed to sneak in and put on a different accent to dictate those times? That was different. But it was still dangerous. “It got me to you, didn’t it?”

His plan had been different from his current result. But, Curt’s always been better on the fly. The main goal was to get to Owen, then try to get him out. He wouldn’t sure how he’d get the man out so far, his original device had been seized. He didn’t have any hope for that impossibly-small USB that Barb had given him in the first place.

“What, going to call in some of your little CHIMERA minions to finish roughing me up? Hoping you didn’t miss a spot?” Another cocky grin flashed on Curt’s face. He moved, as if trying to make himself look bigger and flexing his arms as best he could. “I can take it!” His back suddenly ached. Curt vaguely remembered a shoe in his back, in the original shuffle. “Or are you going to talk my ear off here, O’? You’ve never been able to do it before, you won’t be able to now.” And that grin softens around the edges, a slight fondness to his face.

Curt is reckless. Curt is impatient.

He had tried to rush back into the same facility he previously broke into, to see Owen. To try and get him out of there. Maybe retrieve parts of the machine, see what would happen. Admittedly he hadn’t actually gone in with much of a plan, merely the thought of interacting with the machine again. He had gone back in too soon, the attempt too quick. He wasn’t sure what the exact deal had been, but it felt like they had been waiting for him. Ready to corner him.

His memories are hazy.

He’s struggling to open his eyes, blearily blinking as he comes to consciousness. Curt doesn’t know where he is or what could be happening. His head swam, trying to focus on the room. He couldn’t help his eyes squinting half-shut as he tried peering around the room. The main issue was the lacking ability of walking. He couldn’t even stand. His arms were tied up too.

“..Hello?” He mumbled out.

[ —@special-ass-agent ]

You’re back, why?

Owen’s not sure how he feels about this, last time he saw Curt he started… malfunctioning.. So he’s mad, but he also missed Curt? Is he glad to see him again? Surely Curt has a plan, no one would be stupid enough to come back so soon- right?

Either way, it took some convincing to get to talk to him, so he better prove himself worth it, prove he can be trusted, prove he’s worth keeping alive.

[special-ass-agent]

“I would be. Not like I’d be handing you over to ASS, or M16.” The most he’d do is let Barb check Owen over once or twice, swear her to secrecy then put Owen somewhere more safe. God knows what agencies would do to him if they found out.

He blinked, head tipping forward as he glanced at the ground. Now that he thought about it, or very shortly thought, his head hurt. But in a headache way, and not a horrible concussion that leaves him praying the ground stops moving. It stopped moving a few minutes ago, thank god. Even if he’s blinking rapidly and trying to keep his eyes open.

“Not a concussion this time. What, think CHIMERA Agents could rough me up? They can try.” He glanced back at Owen, giving his own grin. He couldn’t help but have his eyebrows raise at the odd care in the other’s tone. It’s a familiar tone, even if not the same. “Little bruised, sweetheart, but it’s not the worst I’ve had.” Ah, the tone he took on to seem more.. Suave? Flirtatious? To impress whoever he was talking to? It’s hard to call what it was, but it was intentional. Pretending, even.

Curt is reckless. Curt is impatient.

He had tried to rush back into the same facility he previously broke into, to see Owen. To try and get him out of there. Maybe retrieve parts of the machine, see what would happen. Admittedly he hadn’t actually gone in with much of a plan, merely the thought of interacting with the machine again. He had gone back in too soon, the attempt too quick. He wasn’t sure what the exact deal had been, but it felt like they had been waiting for him. Ready to corner him.

His memories are hazy.

He’s struggling to open his eyes, blearily blinking as he comes to consciousness. Curt doesn’t know where he is or what could be happening. His head swam, trying to focus on the room. He couldn’t help his eyes squinting half-shut as he tried peering around the room. The main issue was the lacking ability of walking. He couldn’t even stand. His arms were tied up too.

“..Hello?” He mumbled out.

[ —@special-ass-agent ]

You’re back, why?

Owen’s not sure how he feels about this, last time he saw Curt he started… malfunctioning.. So he’s mad, but he also missed Curt? Is he glad to see him again? Surely Curt has a plan, no one would be stupid enough to come back so soon- right?

Either way, it took some convincing to get to talk to him, so he better prove himself worth it, prove he can be trusted, prove he’s worth keeping alive.