"I-." Jin begins to speak, dropping his fork on the table to face Ashton with wide eyes, his handsome face contorted in a confused expression. Ashton averts his eyes, avoiding Jin's expression at all cost, but Jin knows he's listening by the way his eye slightly twitches, and Jin knows Ashton feels a way too by his own comment, by the way his tan ears are flushed.
Jin opens his mouth to respond, but his phone suddenly vibrates at his side. Jin sighs, rolling his eyes at the device humming from on the table as he reaches for it and flips the phone open.
"Hello." Jin answers, his voice flat and uninterested. There's a soft scoff from on the other side of the phone, followed by soft scolding from a familiar voice—First Shooter, probably.
"You can pretend like you like to hear from me, asshole." It's Killer Brigerade's high pitch voice on the other end. "Whatever, you've always been a dick."
Jin sighs, rolling his eyes as he slowly lifts them, meeting eyes with Ashton, who quickly averts his own again.
"Your call." Jin said, pinching the bridge to his nose. "The point."
"Asshole." Killer Brigade said. "Anyway, Boss told me to call you. Said today the team is gonna meet the newbie. Formalities. Probably the old uniform and training stuff. You know."
Jin unfortunately does know, which means his nice day off now consists of pretending to be designated driver and partner in crime to his lovely roommate here. Which also means Jin is going to have to get his ass up and get back to business as usual, unfortunately.
"Fuck." Jin said, pinching his nose tight.
"Awesome, see you in a few!" Killer Brigade said. "Ah, and try not to cook anything for the newbie if you haven't tied yet. We need him here alive-."
Jin cuts the phone call soon after and fights the urge to break it in his hands.
"Is…is everything…?" Ashton asked, a thick eyebrow raised high on his face.
"Yeah." Jin mutters, rolling his eyes. "Boss wants us back at HQ. We gotta get ready."
Ashton blinks, watching Jin huff before he stands, rolling his shoulders while he grabs both of their plates and walks them over to the sink. He places the plates down, eyeing Ashton as he stands up and pulls his chair in, meeting Jin's eyes with a confused expression.
"Like-like now?" Ashton said, tugging his shirt down his wrist, flinching as he realizes how big the clothes he wears is.
"Yeah, now. I'll get you some stuff to freshen up and a new change of clothes." Jin said, pushing his glasses up his nose, meeting Ashton's eyes at the doorway. "Hurry the fuck up though. We don't have all day. Boss is an impatient son of a bitch."
…
Ashton blinks, confusedly sitting in the passenger seat as Mad Dog drives to HQ, his handsome face set in a calm expression as he focuses on the road ahead of him. It's a short drive, not too long for Ashton to worry about the silence that fills the car (nice as shit car, by the way), but Ashton sneaks glances at Mad Dog's face. Mad Dog may have noticed or doesn't seem to care enough to comment, because he just lazily spins the wheel and pulls into a empty parking spot in front of a large building built as a black and silver triplet skyscraper. Ashton blinks with large eyes, watching the sun beam down on the buildings hot skin, the bright reflective heat bouncing off the large tower like a shield.
"H-holy shit." Ashton said, his big eyes landing on the various moments reflected in the buildings windows—people hustling and moving, people moving down a large elevator, people talking and moving in groups throughout the many levels. Jesus Christ, this thing is insane.
"I don't want to even know how much this thing cost." Ashton mutters, raising his head to protect his eyes from the bright sky. He watches Mad Dog shrug and get out the car and quickly follows his lead, leaving the vehicle to stretch his short limbs.
"Shit, I never ask for a reason." Mad Dog mutters, parking his car and shoving the key into his pockets. Ashton turns to him, noticing the all black suit he wears and the sword case strapped at his back. "Fuck if I even wanna find the fuck out. Now let's go, scram kid."
"Who the fuck are you calling a kid?" Ashton asked, angrily following Mad Dog as he leads them through the front door and straight round a corner to an elevator. Mad Dog shrugs, casually pressing a button before he spares Ashton a glance.
"You're a kid to me." Mad Dog snickers, waiting for the elevator to open with his hands in his pockets. "I'm almost 100% postive I'm older than you."
"Absolutely not." Ashton sneers, tapping his foot with a scowl on his face as he waits for the elevator to eventually open. Once it does, Mad Dog slides in first, briskly turning to press another button before Ashton slides in the spacious elevator and the doors closed.
"You act like a kid, so I'd hate that." Ashton continues, a frown on his face. "Please don't tell me that shit is true."
"Alright." Mad Dog said, shrugging his shoulders. "Count of three, we say our ages. Deal?"
Ashton nods, meeting eyes with a very cocky Mad Dog who's lips are already twitching, holding back either a laugh or grin, either one Ashton will hate.
"1." Mad Dog said, leaning against the wall in the elevator and glancing at Ashton in amusement.
"2." Mad Dog said, his lips slowly stretching into a smile that Ashton loathes.
"3." Mad Dog said, opening his mouth at the same time as Ashton.
"18-."
"21-."
Ashton freezes, his big pinkish red eyes laser focused on Mad Dog's dark one's that under the bright lights look more silver than black. There's a large, cocky grin—all pearly teeth showing and all—that makes its way onto his way to stupidly handsome face as Ashton feels his ears burn. Annoyance fill Ashton's gut as Mad Dog stands up, waiting for the doors to open up.
"Fuck." Ashton said, biting his lip. "No fucking way. Absolutely not."
"Taller and older." Mad Dog said, shrugging his shoulders, skipping out the newly opened doors to shoot a large grin over his shoulders at Ashton. "2-0, am I right?"
"Fucking bastard! That's not fair!" Ashton huffs, bawling his hands into fist. "The fuck are you older than me, grandpa-!"
"Grandpa-?! Who the fuck-?" Mad Dog roars, beginning to turn around to pick a fight, but the clearing of someone's throat is what stops the altercation. It's the tall, handsome guy from the other day, the one with brown hair and matching eyes that calls for their attention.
"We don't have time for games." The man said, meeting eyes with Mad Dog who rolls his eyes as a response. "Boss is ready for the new agent to meet your full team."
"Fucking fun." Mad Dog mutters, rolling his eyes. "Why does she always send everyone but herself to call on me? Sending Killer Brigade to fetch me? Shitty much?"
"It seems that you love to complain." It's a soft voice that causes the three men to whip their heads around. It's the small woman from before, wearing a pink, white, and blue kimono with her hands elegantly placed in front of her. The brunette snickers at Mad Dog before he huffs, turning to the small lady, politely bowing, and returning to her side as if he never left. "Bitchymuch?" The woman said with a soft brow raised.
Mad Dog mutters some very choice words under his breath, but he doesn't comment further, which surprises Ashton.
"As Black Butler was saying," The small woman said, beckoning Ashton and Mad Dog to follow her with her eyes. "We don't have time to waste. Come, boys. Meet the rest of the agents you will be working with."