( limelight ) mr.duty trauma prom

[featherduster]

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[featherduster]

Guess so.

[ 8/a

Confiscates one of Lea's hands ]

[takeyoutochurch]

[raises an eyebrow at him]

What, ya ain't got enough hands of yer own?

[featherduster]

[ Doesn't meet his eye, feigning nonchalance like his life depends on it ]

You might not be able to feel somebody holding your hand for a few days, so. M'doing it now.

[takeyoutochurch]

[:/a laces their fingers together, keeping a casual eye on Aloe's expression]

Yer such a sap. It ain't gonna bother me for a few days.

[featherduster]

[ Sheepish ]

You don't know that. But even if it doesn't, this isn't hurting anything.

[takeyoutochurch]

I didn't say it was. Just think yer bein' antsy for no reason.

[featherduster]

Who's antsy? Maybe I just wanna hold your hand, asshole.

[takeyoutochurch]

Then hold it better, asshole.

[brings their linked hands to his lips and kisses Aloe's knuckles, one eyebrow quirked as if to say, "Like this, dummy"]

[featherduster]

[ Turns red IMMEDIATELY ]

Who the fuck let you be smooth.

[takeyoutochurch]

My natural good looks are doin' most of the work! Probably somethin' to be said about not bein' a preacher too, though.

[featherduster]

[ Mutters, hand squeezing Lea's ]

I shoulda sacrificed UST...

[takeyoutochurch]

[absolutely fishing a cigarette out of his pockets one-handedly if they're just lounging there]

Not too late to go try and change yer answer if ya really don't wanna sit here consumed by lust all night.

[featherduster]

Don't see how that's related. You could still seize this opportunity to save your lungs.

[takeyoutochurch]

We're immortal, what do I even gotta save my lungs for?

[featherduster]

[ Rolls his eyes ]

You work a manual labor job! Besides, don't you wanna be able to chase after gaggles of kids one day?

[takeyoutochurch]

I can chase after gaggles of kids right now. I visit the Facility once a month and give those kids a run for their money, ya know.

[featherduster]

[ Looks over at him in mild surprise. ]

Wait. That's cute...

[takeyoutochurch]

Yer just sayin' that cuz ya haven't see 'em. Half of 'em ya gotta drag away from their little nerd benches and make 'em exercise, and the other half are too clever for their own good. They're always tryin' to shove explosives in my pockets.

[featherduster]

You're right, that's extra cute. What a soft guy Lea is...

[takeyoutochurch]

Beatin' up kids ain't really soft.

[you know he's not beating kids up he's teaching them self defense]

[featherduster]

[ Tips sideways in his seat so that he's leaning against him ]

Uh-huh. Whatever you say. My point stands just as much.

[takeyoutochurch]

[leans back, languidly poking at the pads of Aloe's fingers with his free hand]

Yer thinkin' too much of me, Mr. PhD Florist Assassin.

[featherduster]

[ Curls his fingers around Lea's to trap them there ]

Nah. I'm voicing observations.

And I'm not an assassin anymore, I quit.

[takeyoutochurch]

[tips his head to look at him, eyebrows up]

Oh? That's news to me. When'd ya quit?

[featherduster]

When Cordionna found my corpse during shore leave.