[ unfortunately wash finds that obnoxious pride a terrible kind of charming -- wash knows the kinds of people he tends to be drawn to, all kinds of insufferable, for better and for worse. even as he some part of him is rolling his eyes at that comment he can't help but be a little entertained by it, especially when he follows it up with a quiet little whine when wash pulls out of him.
he doesn't move to help pietro, lets him take care of himself even if he does keep an eye on him as he fixes his own jeans and belt -- uncomfortably hard, but that's fine -- and pietro moves again. it doesn't catch him quite so off guard this time, but he still hasn't seen too much of it. when the blur of him settles into place and fixes his belt, wash just watches him for a few moments, his expression one of quiet curiosity melded in with that possessive want, with that predatory drive.
he twirls the knife idly in his hand. ]
Its not so far. We can go your way -- or we can ride.
[ they can just walk, or pietro can just run depending on his energy level. wash drove here, though, just not in a car, gesturing with the knife as he catches it back in his grip again. parked further down the alley is his motorcycle, sleek black and chrome. some purple accents that aren't his own choice, but he doesn't protest what makes sombra happy. wash doesn't have any qualms about leaving it here, he'll come back later ( jolene's accidentally becoming a frequent spot for him, apparently ) and is mostly assuming that pietro would rather walk and gripe the whole way about how slow things are, but hey. if pietro wants a ride. ]
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he doesn't move to help pietro, lets him take care of himself even if he does keep an eye on him as he fixes his own jeans and belt -- uncomfortably hard, but that's fine -- and pietro moves again. it doesn't catch him quite so off guard this time, but he still hasn't seen too much of it. when the blur of him settles into place and fixes his belt, wash just watches him for a few moments, his expression one of quiet curiosity melded in with that possessive want, with that predatory drive.
he twirls the knife idly in his hand. ]
Its not so far. We can go your way -- or we can ride.
[ they can just walk, or pietro can just run depending on his energy level. wash drove here, though, just not in a car, gesturing with the knife as he catches it back in his grip again. parked further down the alley is his motorcycle, sleek black and chrome. some purple accents that aren't his own choice, but he doesn't protest what makes sombra happy. wash doesn't have any qualms about leaving it here, he'll come back later ( jolene's accidentally becoming a frequent spot for him, apparently ) and is mostly assuming that pietro would rather walk and gripe the whole way about how slow things are, but hey. if pietro wants a ride. ]