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won't you fly high, free bird
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| ❝ Do you know what that means? Then let me teach you a lesson. ❞ kingsman au open post; all crosscanon interactions welcome, leave your starters/prompts at the door, bruv |
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| ❝ Do you know what that means? Then let me teach you a lesson. ❞ kingsman au open post; all crosscanon interactions welcome, leave your starters/prompts at the door, bruv |
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you know what i'm about, son
that--or at least the first part--has been isaac 'newt' newton's title since he was seventeen years old. as a member of the most exclusive organization of spies in the world, newt was trained in every manner of combat from karate to manning an AK (though that certainly wasn't his style) and taught how to stunningly pull off a suit. his clothes are well pressed, his manners are impeccable, his hair is usually messy, but artfully so, and the only thing that ever seems off about lancelot is the way he walks.
newt prefers that, anyway. it makes people underestimate him.
today is about combat training, but not for him. today is about his protege, a kingsman in training by the name of minho park, and newt needs to get him outfitted for a suit and a number of other things. the problem is minho is late. which is exactly what newt has taught him not to be, jesus christ. he's not surprised, though, considering, and newt makes his way to where he thinks minho might be with his cane, loping along as easy as can be as he pushes through the door of a bar, the bell tinkling merrily over his head. ]
Minho. [ he calls his name out as he enters, leaning on the old wooden cane and surveying the situation around them without even batting an eye. ] Did you forget we've got an appointment today?
I am about this life.
Now, take into consideration the fact that he's late to a fitting with a secret agent, and, well. He's not really thrilled at the moment. But what had originally been a quick pop into a pub turned into the threat of a brawl, and here they are now.
He cocks his head when the door opens and his name is called, but otherwise doesn't move, elbows hooked on the bar top as he leans back against it. Punches have been thrown, people have been shoved, and the perpetrators stare at Newt like he's a madman.
Rather than be bothered, Minho deigns to not bat an eye, either, and just lifts a hand and thumbs blood off his chin, tonguing at the split in his lip. ]
Nah, just got held up. Sorry 'bout that.
same
right, so. three thugs. probably insulted minho's pride. minho picked a fight. they fell for the bait.
this should be quick.
turning around, newt locks the door behind him. ] Did you make it clear to these men that you had somewhere to be? Maybe you ought've said it in a simpler language.
[ he smiles, a faint crook to his grin, and glances from his protege to the three men in the bar. his eyes are sharp where his expression is kindly, though, and his tightens around his cane. ] Gentlemen, if you would excuse us.
i bet you didn't know i also liked kingsman
Sure he doesn't do a lot of fieldwork, but he provides an invaluable service. Every Kingsman in the organization knows his voice and his face.
He's plenty useful on the field, but when it comes to tactics, there's nobody better than him. One for All is plenty useful on the field, but it's a bit of a trump card. He's happy to help his fellow Kingsman whenever they need him.
They almost always need him. He's busy. He'as always busy. There's always something to do, somebody to help, some new technology to test before handing it out to his fellow colleagues.
Sure, he can usually keep up his high quality work, but it's been a particularly hectic month. And those take their tolls. Today as he wobbles into his workroom he stumbles a bit, and practically trips into Todoroki's arms.]
Hh...
[Ordinarily, he'd jump back to his feet- whatever their relationship is, they try to keep it professional at work. But he is so tired. So he just kind of lets himself rest there for a moment more. Besides, it's his work room, practically nobody else visits.]
Sorry, it's been... I've been busy.
gleefully claps
But he also knows that a certain someone can very, very easily overtax himself when left to his own devices. Hence why he's not surprised, now.
Rather than righting Midoriya and putting space between them, Todoroki calmly curls his hands around his shoulders, letting him rest with his forehead against the long line of his tie. The fact he's kept it knotted for so long today is a testament to sheer stubbornness more than anything else, but at least it makes a good cushion between his clavicle and their tactician's head at the moment. ]
You usually are. [ Softly understanding, no judgment, but he leans a little to look out into the hallway. One way, then the other. When he sees there's no one around, he slides his hands down from his shoulders, squeezing his waist when he gets there, before ducking down to pick him up under the thighs with a small hup. ] Take a break.
[ No argument will stop him as he turns around, making sure the door is shut, and carts him into the work room. ]
clapping intensifies
Of course Todoroki was there, he usually was. Seeing Shouto was one of his favorite parts of the day, and it more or less tradition when he wasn't out on an extended field mission.
He rests his head on his friend's tie for the moment, enjoying the warmth of his hands on his very tense shoulders.
And then Shouto goes and picks him up at work no less, and whatever bit of relaxation gives way to embarrassment. He can feel his face coloring.]
To-Todoroki-! Wait a second, I'm fine! I have to check on Galahad and Lancelot!