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" SPICY AIR " Character: Chase Universe: Apocalypse! :0
(Apocalypse AU)
"Checked the basement yet?" Jackie's backpack was noticeably more full than when they'd entered the abandoned home.
Chase just offered a nod and gestured to the door to the garage. "Yeah. Think we just have that room left."
Both men's voices were muffled by the masks pressed tightly around their faces.
Both of their readers were giving intermittent beeps. Gas masks would be staying on unless they wanted to breathe in poison. Henrik had told them the "poison" was radiation. God, how many games had Chase played before this shit went down that fit that theme?
Shouldering his own bag, he followed the older man into the garage. There wasn't much in it, but maybe some of the tools would be useful.
"Hate this damn smell…" Jackie muttered as he sifted through cardboard to disturb the stale scents. His oxygen tank clanked loudly against the wall as he turned, causing both to jump. It wasn't connected to his mask at that moment, but never knew when you'd need one.
"Y'know…" Chase started as he opened a small, plastic tackle box to check for anything useful. Before even attempting to sort through all the rusty fishhooks, he closed the box and just shoved the whole thing in his backpack. "You ever think about how radiation is just, like…spicy air?"
Something clattered as Jackie dropped it. "…What did you just say?"
"Radiation's just spicy air!"
Behind Jackie's mask and its tinted goggles, Chase couldn't see his expression. He could, however, hear when Jackie busted out laughing when that finally set in. It was a wheezing, "did I really just hear that?" kind of laughter, and the younger man could only grin triumphantly.
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