[PRP] Plunder [Ever x Wyatt]

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It was strange to see that Ever had, maybe, fleshed out during his time in a coma and on the protein shakes after -- way too long spent in the infirmary that had actually served him fairly well. Maybe he was a bit paler than even usual, a lack of sunlight that left him sickly, but at least he wasn't skeletal.

Since it was still relatively early in the day when he returned to his room, the dorm was quiet, only the hum of showers in the distance letting him know people were up and around, working on getting their days started. His fingers lingered on the doorknob as he hunted through pockets for his key --

Just a little lean, and the knob began to turn.

And Ever froze.

He was sure he'd left his door locked. Positive of this fact. Not that it would be the first time someone broke in.

He gave up on his keys and drew his weapon again, absently, nudging the door open very slowly with one shoulder.

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zzzzzZZZZZzzzzzzz...

Wyatt was sound asleep, sprawled out on top of Ever's bed, a**-naked and with the pillow hugged tightly between his legs. In one hand he held his shotgun, and in the other a bottle of vodka - half had already been drunk, and it appeared that most of the rest had been spilled on the sheets in his slumber. There were cigarette butts all along the floor along with dirty clothes, empty bottles of vodka, an open bottle of lube leaking out to the floor, condoms wasted and blown up as balloons, so many used tissues, just so many used tissues, and a variety of half-eaten sandwiches at different states of staleness and molding.

Wyatt stretched out in his sleep, laying spread eagle for all the world to see as the pillow fell to the floor into a puddle of lube.

zzzzZZZZZZZzzzzz...  

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For a very long, stupid moment, Ever just stood in the doorway and stared, slack-jawed, at the mess that had once been his room. For a breath, he wondered if somehow he'd opened the wrong door -- checked the number -- eyes settled on the torture devices in the corner -- and decided that no, this was his room.

Or had been. And would be again.

Slowly, his expression turned from shock to annoyance. Very quietly he closed the door, disappearing back into the hall for a handful of moment before he came back: soapy, cold bucket of water in hand.

Heedless of the fact that Wyatt was armed, and heedless of his mattress and pillows [they needed replacing anyway] Ever quietly crept back into the room and poured it over the sleeping trainee.

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[Silent Spy]

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SPLASH.

"WHAT IN THE TARNATION ******** fired his shotgun as he leapt awake - right into the pillow that was under his head, now erupting into an explosion of feathers all around the room.

Unfortunately, he wasn't prepared for the recoil as the butt of the gun slammed back into his groin - missing his precious bits by a millimeter, but all the same pain as he let out a scream and clenched every part of his body in jerk reaction.

BOOM.

Including, stupidly, his finger, which let out another shot, but the gun aimed just above Ever's head as the gun recoiled out of his hand.  

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It would have been cooler had Ever stood stock still and ignored the blaze of shotgun firing just over his face, if he'd crossed his arms and stoically glared down at Wyatt until he put himself together, but Ever had never really been cool. Instead he flinched, at least with a gasp instead of a shout or a scream, and ducked, coming up a moment later with his own weapon in hand.

The stiletto glinted wickedly, very sharp, in the light that filtered in through the window, as Ever caught his breath.

"Weapon down, trainee." He could still snarl, though. That was almost, almost, on the line of cool.

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Wyatt dropped the gun without a moment's of hesitation. (Although to Ever, it may have felt like a long delay, around the time difference between June 22 and August 16.)

So much had happened all at once that it took him a while to process just what was happening, and who was before him --- oh, s**t, it was Ever!

"Ever?" he beamed as he rose to hug his 'buddy', who surely was particularly fond of him in that moment. "s**t, what the hell are you doing here?" As if it wasn't his place that he was crashing in (and trashing in). "Shouldn't wake a guy up like that, y'know."

This was all Ever's fault.

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The tip of Ever's weapon [the one in his hand; the other one wasn't as at the ready just now] prickled against Wyatt's side, an unintentional threat. His shoulders were taut under this second onslaught, his jaw clenched, and he certainly wasn't about to beam back.

"What the hell are you doing in my room?" He nudged Wyatt back with two fingers, a hard push against his sternum.

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"What? You weren't here, I figured ya wouldn't mind. Ain't like I made a mess of the place," he shrugged. The room was totally clean. Just ignore everything. He's been in messier places. "Where ya been anyways? I been meanin' to tell ya that you're all out of vodka if you can pick some up next time your out."

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"Wyatt. Sit." It was sharper, maybe, than was entirely necessary -- or maybe it was, considering the sight that greeted him as he shot another long look around the room. The mess, the destruction, the decimation of his supplies, the condom --

He rubbed, slowly, at his face. weapon still in hand.

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