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shutupwesleyTitle: The Answer to Life, the Universe and Everything
Rating: PG
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Summary: York and Maine are dorks. York muses. And things start in a predictable way. [ for24hour_themes ]
"Do you ever wonder why we're here?"
York looked over at Maine with a look that was halfway confused and half amused. "Did you really just ask me that?"
"What?" Maine's slightly glassy eyes stared at York with a mock innocent expression. "What's wrong with that?"
"You mean other than the fact that we're sitting on the roof of an incredibly tall building, slightly tipsy, watching a really gorgeous sunset at... what is it? Nine?"
The confusion on Maine's face was completely authentic. "What's the time have to do with anything?"
"Nothing, really," York admitted, "The whole thing's just one big cliche."
Maine snorted. "Your face is one big cliche."
"Don't even go there, man."
Maybe it was the fact that he was slightly tipsy or maybe it was the sunset making him think. Either way, as the conversation hit a lull, York started to think about the question Maine asked. It was a valid one, especially considering the fact that they were on the run at the moment. (Which meant they probably shouldn't be drinking, but neither of them cared at the moment. Besides, Illinois was keeping watch.) Why was he here? And, for that matter, why had a lot of things happened?
"That line of thinking will not produce any constructive conclusions," came Delta's small contribution. "Besides, you are scratching your scar."
York came back to himself to realize that he was, in fact, scratching at the scabs and fresh pink skin that surrounded his damaged eye. He sighed and took another drink of his... whatever it was he was drinking. He wasn't really sure. It was something Maine had bought and he wasn't exactly sure he wanted to know its name, considering Maine's sense of humor. Which made him realize something as a smile quirked at his lips.
"Maine."
"Yeah?"
"I know why we're here."
"... really?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"... 42."
Rating: PG
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Summary: York and Maine are dorks. York muses. And things start in a predictable way. [ for
24hour_themes ]"Do you ever wonder why we're here?"
York looked over at Maine with a look that was halfway confused and half amused. "Did you really just ask me that?"
"What?" Maine's slightly glassy eyes stared at York with a mock innocent expression. "What's wrong with that?"
"You mean other than the fact that we're sitting on the roof of an incredibly tall building, slightly tipsy, watching a really gorgeous sunset at... what is it? Nine?"
The confusion on Maine's face was completely authentic. "What's the time have to do with anything?"
"Nothing, really," York admitted, "The whole thing's just one big cliche."
Maine snorted. "Your face is one big cliche."
"Don't even go there, man."
Maybe it was the fact that he was slightly tipsy or maybe it was the sunset making him think. Either way, as the conversation hit a lull, York started to think about the question Maine asked. It was a valid one, especially considering the fact that they were on the run at the moment. (Which meant they probably shouldn't be drinking, but neither of them cared at the moment. Besides, Illinois was keeping watch.) Why was he here? And, for that matter, why had a lot of things happened?
"That line of thinking will not produce any constructive conclusions," came Delta's small contribution. "Besides, you are scratching your scar."
York came back to himself to realize that he was, in fact, scratching at the scabs and fresh pink skin that surrounded his damaged eye. He sighed and took another drink of his... whatever it was he was drinking. He wasn't really sure. It was something Maine had bought and he wasn't exactly sure he wanted to know its name, considering Maine's sense of humor. Which made him realize something as a smile quirked at his lips.
"Maine."
"Yeah?"
"I know why we're here."
"... really?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"... 42."
