home sweet home? (closed)

[bloodbathing]

Who: Leonard Church and Agents Washington, Texas, and Maine
What: Meetings, reunions, and definitely no awkwardness.
When: shortly after the April intro log
Where: Islet #4, Cottage #3
Warnings: canon typical language


[ What's better than a group of space marines with lots of interpersonal baggage? Plucking them all from different points in time, then shoving them in the same house and seeing what happens.

MINGLE POST. Make your own top-levels, tag around, go nuts. ]

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[a_shadow]

[ She snickers at his sing-song tone. ]

Maybe there's some way to interface, too. Like we did when—

[ He doesn't remember that, she realizes in the middle of the sentence. Besides, there had been a powerful computer on the Invention that had been hosting the session. She ends up finishing lamely: ]

Well...we did once. I think we might need a, uh, a computer for that, though.

[ She is frowning now. But she's also noticing a creeping flush climbing up her neck and cheeks. She hates that; this body is so prone to expressing her emotions without her meaning for it to. She's not embarrassed, though she knows it's possible for Church to take it as embarrassment. It's really just that he's making her horny by talking about that. ]

[motherfucking_ghost]

...Hhhhuh. Well, I don't think the magical rabbit can conjure up a whole-ass computer, but, I'll keep my ears open.

[He definitely notices. Hard not to notice every little thing about her. He pats his thigh.] C'mere. If you're real good, maybe I'll let you flip my dongle.

[a_shadow]

God, Church. This is ridiculous.

[ She stands and moves to his lap, though. Sits sideways, draping an arm around his neck, as well as she can with all the bits that stick up off the backplate of the robot's armor. ]

You can feel this, right? Me touching you?

[ That's the way she remembers those armored robots, anyway. Punches and hits are felt pretty keenly, so a lighter touch should be felt as well. Just maybe not in the way someone would feel it on their skin in a human body. If nothing else, he should feel her weight on his lap. ]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Yeah. [There's a weight to his voice, a low huskiness as he settles an arm around her waist. He puts effort into being gentle. The armor plating can't be comfortable with the hardness (heh), the edges, the cool temperature to it.] I can feel it.