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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝐛uck cashm͟an.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀the fixer.xn--6ii
⠀ ⠀in an unusual sort of way, buck found comfort in this stranger, she seemed to be just as confused about who he was as he was about her. or, rather, almost everyone in this bizarro world.
⠀ ⠀"i moisturize ..?" he chuckles, stepping slightly closer, hands linked behind back.
⠀ ⠀coworkers. equals isn't bad. it's upon learning that they're no longer .. * them, what buck knows as everything; that part bothers him more than anything else. jaw clenching, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.
⠀ ⠀"it's not like .. you wouldn't be able to +
⠀ ⠀+ hide, if– if you were ever forgiven. you hid us well enough before," he murmurs, brushing his fingers through drying, curling locks of hair. no longer straightened and flattened by a hat, they return to their natural shape.
⠀ ⠀buck must have half a mind to try and +
⠀ ⠀secret's out, now. fingers twitch idly at his sides, mouth unable to move properly and form the right words that wouldn't make this worse. there's a faint lump in his throat he forces down, swallowing through it.
⠀ ⠀".. seems unlike you," he mutters, hand coming up to +
⠀ ⠀+ rub at the back of his neck.
⠀ ⠀"the making mistakes part. i don't doubt for a second that you did that to me." and yet buck's voice holds no malice as he speaks, as if it were just in wesley's nature to be bitter and selfish like that. he understood well enough.
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⠀ ⠀buck loosens his tie, as the room had gone stale become hard to breathe in, and he draws in a wavering inhale as his eyes remain unsteadily held with wesley's—- flicking away every so often like a paranoid animal.
⠀ ⠀"and so? what, he had you killed for it?" scoffed, +
⠀ ⠀"mm, i think i'm wearing the same as usual .. you're welcome to get a better look-see if you please," grinned, he's * real giddy by this sudden attention, even if minute. she's pretty.
⠀ ⠀spinning on his heel—- * that's the source of his nagging feeling that he's being watched. well, hello there.
⠀ ⠀"not sure what i usually smell like, darlin', but it can't be too bad, yeah?" purred.
⠀ ⠀"funny. even if i wanted to, what's the point if i'd get caught, anyways." gaze flicking down to the box, it's hard to ignore the giant 'discard' written on it in sharpie, albeit faded now. he wonders how long wesley's kept it, despite the fact that it should've been long +
⠀ ⠀"i'm not gonna do anything, wes, calm your tits .. just wanted t'know if they meant somethin' to ya," buck dryly chuckles in reply, passing wesley after his shoes seemed to become glued to the floor.
⠀ ⠀"it found me in the courtyard last night. told me it's the ‘reason +
⠀ ⠀buck huffs, squeezing his crossed arms and letting long strands of his wet hair obstruct his vision. he'll be sure to be in and out of here.
⠀ ⠀eventually, though, he speaks. "who's the medusa?"
⠀ ⠀now he looks like a kicked puppy. caught red-handed, buck shifts on his heels and tries to dodge the weight that wesley's own question held by glancing around as if unbothered by it.
⠀ ⠀"i'm not sure what, uh, exactly you're referring to," he mumbles, lying through +




