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abitofabadass asked:

"You have a knife? Well, I have a gun."

abitofabadass:

totallycompletelysane:

totallycompletelysane:

Washington smirked, twirling one of his many precious blades between his digits as he tsk’d at her, “You know I only need a knife, Tex.”

"Why don’t you test it dear~" Wash mockingly urged her, "Let’s see. Just make sure that bullet counts."

"Oh, I know I could, darling. I could end this in one little twitch of my finger, and we’ve only just started," she said in a overly sweet voice. "Rather make it last and let you screw around a little bit and think you’ve got a chance.”

"Mmhm," Wash let that little musing sound rumble in his throat for a moment. "Thats cute, Tex, real adorable. Why don’t you just drop the gun and admit your loss?" His smirk turned to a flash of a charmer smile for a heartbeat.

totallycompletelysane asked:

Even with the high risk of becoming ill himself, Wash knelt beside Theta where he lay on the couch and gently pressed his hand to the child's forehead, testing his temperature. "Theta?" He called his name quietly, "Are you awake? Stay still, you don't have to get up, but I'm going to move you ok?" And with the warning, the steel clad soldier lifted the boy into his arms and carried him through the forgotten base cradled against his chest. (Bit of humanor synth body theta in our earlier setting?

ai-unit-of-trust:

ai-unit-of-trust:

He awoke to the feel of a hand on his forehead and a familiar voice. “W-Wash..?” the child sobbed. You could tell by look on his face that he was in pain. His head felt it was going to burst it hurt so badly. Theta’s breathing was heavy his body was hot from the fever that was rushing through his body yet he felt cold, he was shivering. His clothes were literally soaked with sweat cause his fever was so bad. He was a very sick child and was in need of medical attention before it got worse. He gave a small nod. “O-Okay….” he said weakly as Wash picked him up feeling him cradle the young child against his body. He closed his eyes again unable to keep them open. They needed to get the fever down before it started to cause some real damage.

Theta couldn’t be more thankful for Wash taking care of him. If he hadn’t shown up when he did he would probably still be laying on that couch burning up from this horrible fever. His immune system was very weak and it took awhile for it to actually kick in to fight back with any illness. Plus he hated doctors, he had bad experiences with them as when he was younger so he was terrified of them. There was also the fact that he had a paranoia they would stick him with needles. He absolutely HATED needles.

Laying in the bathtub of cold water that was up to his chest it slowly starting to bring his fever down. He didn’t feel as hot as he did. It was working. But the boy he noticed that Wash was avoiding looking at him in the eyes. He become confused and slightly concerned by this. Just by the look on his face he sensed something was wrong and he didn’t like it at all. “Wash..is  there something wrong?” he asked softly. 

"No." Came the quick reply, icy hues flickering to meet Theta’s very briefly before looking back at what he was doing. It wasn’t fair to dump Wash’s many many problems with many many things on the boy and it sure as hell wasn’t right. "Just focus on relaxing.." And like that Wash was done speaking for the few more minutes he kept the child in the water. 

After those minutes, Wash pulled the plug on the tub, “Okay- come on..” Grabbing Theta up from the tub and wrapping him in a thick towel, the older man told him to take off his wet pants, hyper-aware of just how awkward that sounded. “I’ll get you one of my shirts.” He promised, picking up the wrapped up child and taking him to a bed where he’d be more comfortable while Wash retrieved said article of clothing. Obviously the shirt was much too big, but that was the point.

abitofabadass asked:

"You have a knife? Well, I have a gun."

abitofabadass:

totallycompletelysane:

Washington smirked, twirling one of his many precious blades between his digits as he tsk’d at her, “You know I only need a knife, Tex.”

"And you know I only need one bullet, Wash," Tex smiled, sidearm in hand as she placed her free hand on her hip, a sly grin appearing across her face. "I wonder which one is faster?"

"Why don’t you test it dear~" Wash mockingly urged her, "Let’s see. Just make sure that bullet counts."

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