[ Since Chuck has pretty much been on the top of every American politician’s shit list since two days into the press tour – already spouting obnoxious opinions about the Wall and integrity and other stuff Raleigh’s always secretly agreed with Chuck on – it isn’t surprising the level of animosity they’re met with when Chuck goes to apply for a green card. Several frustrating weeks of fruitless effort had made Chuck and Raleigh alike pretty irritable, because it’d been obvious given how some of the PPDC personnel had obtained their passes without so much effort that the office had it out for Chuck specifically, but Raleigh wasn’t too worried at the time. There were plenty of other countries to go to, and the government had to have run out of decent reasons to withhold Chuck’s green card, right?
Except they’ve been living in Canada for a couple of months now, and Chuck still hasn’t seen progress. Raleigh and Chuck have been planning on moving to the States for a while, setting up permanent residency in (a new) home in Alaska, but nothing’s certain so long as Chuck’s not able to legally change addresses. It’d been funny at first, and Raleigh’d definitely given Chuck more than his fair share of shit for it in the beginning, but Chuck’s frustration is palpable now, having grown like a thundercloud over time.
The look on Chuck’s face when he stomps into the kitchen after another hour on the phone, thunderous like he’s probably already destroyed the living room in his frustration, should clue Raleigh in on Chuck’s mood, but it’s what Chuck says next that really has him reeling.
Raleigh stares, feeling more than hearing the egg he’s balanced on the spatula splat back onto the pan in a hiss of noise. ]
i'm too lazy for pichurs
Except they’ve been living in Canada for a couple of months now, and Chuck still hasn’t seen progress. Raleigh and Chuck have been planning on moving to the States for a while, setting up permanent residency in (a new) home in Alaska, but nothing’s certain so long as Chuck’s not able to legally change addresses. It’d been funny at first, and Raleigh’d definitely given Chuck more than his fair share of shit for it in the beginning, but Chuck’s frustration is palpable now, having grown like a thundercloud over time.
The look on Chuck’s face when he stomps into the kitchen after another hour on the phone, thunderous like he’s probably already destroyed the living room in his frustration, should clue Raleigh in on Chuck’s mood, but it’s what Chuck says next that really has him reeling.
Raleigh stares, feeling more than hearing the egg he’s balanced on the spatula splat back onto the pan in a hiss of noise. ]
You’re joking.