LOG: A Matter of Trust

[the_informant]

Who: Florida (Native) and Omega Ai (Native)
What: Florida handing over a book, and showing Omega trust.
Where: Florida's room at the For Hire base.
When: 4/27, late morning.
Warnings: NSFW-ish content.

Florida lays there, stretched out on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. So many things to think about. A lot of them related to the man who was coming to visit him.

He has to chuckle. If Tex really is who they think, then he's inviting her younger brother to his room to try and seduce him. With rope.

God what a day.

Comments

[the_informant]

NO Florida signs right back, his fingers just as accurate as Omega's, but slower. Like someone who knows the pieces and is still working on the how of the putting them together.

I AM OFFERING YOU THE CHANCE TO USE ME.

"This whole thing seems to be a lot to you. Your life and the job prospects, hell, even your history. I'm offering you someone you don't have to be strong around. Don't have to impress. Don't have to be responsible for or to."

[baruthumos]

Oh, that's tempting. That's so tempting, to just stop for five minutes and let someone else have all the answers. But nothing is this easy, nothing is this simple, and nothing good ever happens to Omega.

But that's been turning around, and Florida found Delta, saved Sigma.

"What color?" he asks, buying some time to think. "You said a different color. What color?"

[the_informant]

Florida stares for a few moments, trying to process the question, and then he smiles. "With your complexion and the color of your eyes... I'd go with a medium purple. To enhance your own eye color. Or, if not that, a paler blue."

[baruthumos]

"I like purple," Omega says. He's considering this, he's actually considering it. This is slightly insane. He's thinking about what Florida did, about the pictures in the book. And the color purple.

"Pictures?"

[the_informant]

"Right," Florida answers, moving to open his bedside drawer where he'd left the things. He brings out the book requested and a small folder of pictures.

"Don't share these with anyone. I took these with some friends, and they allow me to keep them personally and to share with like minded people. But you aren't to share them with someone else, alright?"

[baruthumos]

Omega takes them, but doesn't look at them. "That's...not what I meant. Would you, would there be, pictures. Of purple rope."

He's going to say no, Omega realizes as soon as the words come out of his mouth. Florida's going to say no, because Omega is a stuttering idiot who can't form a complete sentence.

In his defense, it's rare that he asks for something for himself, or at least something he's not owed.

[the_informant]

"Only if you ask," Florida answers quietly. If you want to be the only one that has them, then I'll give them to you and not have one for myself. And if you don't find yourself comfortable taking them home, we can find you a place to hide them here. Does that work?"

Because if he can take even one bit of the weight of this man's shoulders, he's going to do it.

[baruthumos]

"Yeah, I probably shouldn't bring them home," Omega says, with his eyes closed. It sounds so nice, and what's the worst that could happen. Florida's had the opportunity, so many times over, to hurt his family and he hasn't. That's enough. "I share a room with a ten-year-old. And a teenager."

"Yeah. It works." This is ridiculous, this is absolutely ridiculous. And that's okay, because asking for serious things ends with brothers missing, with being locked out of the house. So he can ask. "I'd like pictures. You can keep copies too, if you want them."

[the_informant]

"Alright then," Florida smiles. "There's a place I have, it's quiet and away from where anyone you know would find you. I can take you there sometime. You want to wear comfortable clothes that aren't too loose. If you can't find any, I can get you some."

His hand moves to rest on Omega's knee. "Before anything else you need to tell me one thing. This is a completely innocent, isn't it?"

[baruthumos]

Going somewhere nobody will be able to find him. With an assassin he's only met a handful of times. To get tied up. The sad thing is, this is only about the fourth stupidest thing Omega's done in his life. Well, Tex bought him running shoes, so at least he's got that going for him.

He looks down at Florida's hand. "Innocent? Innocent of what?"

[the_informant]

Florida just pats his leg, chuckling quietly before he returns his hand to his own lap. "I'll take that as a yes. Alright then. I'll just let you get back to your work."

Shame, two Ais would have to be better than one.

[baruthumos]

"What did I just agree to?" Omega is completely lost. "Innocent of what?"

[the_informant]

"I just decided, for you, that there will be no sexual component to this," Florida supplies. "We can talk about anything else before we start. You don't look like the kind of guy who wants roughed up a little. But still, look at the section in there on aftercare. It's important, even when it's just being tied up. You're going to need it and you need prepared for that."

[baruthumos]

Omega can't completely repress the shiver of revulsion at that idea. "No sex," he agrees, not even mad that Florida decided without any input from him. "Um. Talking is good."

Roughed up? He was signing up to get shot at. Then again, the less bruises he has to explain, the better.

"I'll read it," Omega promises. He's not sure when, or where. This isn't something he wants to share with his brothers. He shares everything else, Maine, Tex, is it so wrong to have something of his own?

[the_informant]

"Good, Muesca," Florida smiles, bouncing to his feet. "Now you get going, okay? Put those things in your locker and pick them up before you leave."

[baruthumos]

"Ye-yeah. I will," Omega says, standing up. "Thank you."

He leaves, but he doesn't put them in his locker. Instead, he finds an out of the way corner and starts reading.