damn she's a sexy fish

[dualscars.livejournal.com]

Characters: dualscars and cullionfish
Setting: The first of October, somewhere in the halls or one of the rooms.
Format: Starting with prose, but I'll match.
Summary: He seeks her out; she, him. Though their underlying motives may differentiate...
Warnings: None!
After the meeting with his former slave and a few others had literally blown up in his face, he'd decided it was time to seek out more civil company. Quite the amount careful preparation had been taken beforehand, and now he finally got around to acting it out. His strides are deliberate and without falter, wearing an impassive, if benign for the occasion, expression.

Yet, it wasn't particularly challenging to feel like an inarticulate wriggler again, especially in Her presence. It was more than a schoolboy's crush at this point, something he dreaded may never be quite requited. But still he found the confidence within himself to try all the meanwhile. His gun is slung over his shoulder, the cutlass at his waist, and few meager (hardly worthy of her, he thinks) gifts clutched in one hand and within his pockets.

With his free one, he knocks steadily upon her door.

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[cullionfish.livejournal.com]

"Now you're catching on," she replied in a bubbly tone. It would have been very misleading to anyone not familiar with that bloodthirsty light that seemed to appear in her eyes, the faint curl of hunger that curled at the corners of her lips. "You may consider my orders from earlier null and void. I care not what you do, so long as you don't waste resources doing it."

She was not altogether unfamiliar with Dualscar's and Psiioniic's relationship, and so she carefully noted:

"I would prefer to keep my property out of this mess as much as possible. However..." There was a long pause, where her grin faded as she turned to look at him fully. "I am not above getting rid of broken toys either."