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text; un: k.danvers

[danvers]

10K, right?

[ as if the username isn't a complete giveaway. ]

I just wanted to check in. See how you're holding up with... all this.

[frackin]

that's me

[ in number form, in letters, or a combination of the two. ]

i'm fine
just a little cramped

was thinking of going outside for some fresh air though

[ ahaha. ]

[danvers]

But why would you

Oh.

[ it's possible she juuuust got it. ]

Would you ever do it? Go on a spacewalk? Suit included, obviously.

[frackin]

yeah why not

let me take a gun and i can shoot at the rocks

[ asteroids, right? ]

it'd be really cool

[danvers]

I'm not sure guns work the same way in space. Do they?

[ lack of gravity being what it is. ]

[frackin]

don't they

[ he's never been in space. he wouldn't know. ]

i bet they have like laser ray guns or something
that'd be fun to play with

[danvers]

Hopefully you'd only need to use them on rocks and not people. Or space zombies.

[ she's joking, but... there could be those here. how can they know for sure? ]

[frackin]

do you think there'll be any

[ don't joke, he needs things besides rocks to shoot at. ]

i need to keep up my count

[danvers]

Oh. Maybe?

[ this is a part of space she's never been to. can she really rule anything out? ]

What are you up to?

[frackin]

8203

wasn't too far from 10000

[danvers]

It's closer to 10,000 than not.

And even if there aren't any out here, there's probably going to be some when you get back. [ she's trying to be... comforting? ]

[frackin]

yeah i know

[ there'll always be zombies. ]

i guess i can count something else while i'm here
i don't know
maybe aliens

[danvers]

That's true. Although maybe we don't have to lead with shooting at them. Unless it's absolutely necessary.

text; un: bacondonut

[earps]

i mean this in the most polite way possible

but you should come over and fuck me tonight

[ whoops. that was definitely meant for another tommy, ironically. ]

[frackin]

[ oh.

uhh —

????????????

he'd suspected she was a pretty upfront type, but this was a few (or a lot) notches higher than what he was guessing. ]

really?

[earps]

yes really

[ he's never questioned her before, so where is this coming from all of a sudden? ]

how soon can you get your ass over here?

[frackin]

[ oh, so this is for right now. that sure isn't leaving him a lot of time for him to think this through.

should he even be thinking about it? ]

i guess that depends on where you are

[earps]

where else?

my room, neighbor

[ which... tends to be their spot of choice more often than not. there are definitely some advantages to having private crew's quarters. ]

[frackin]

[ oh, crap. he has no idea where her room is.

is she testing him?

the "neighbor" bit does make him look to the side but all he sees is an empty cot, one of the few unoccupied ones in a room full of various beds. for as long as he's been here, he's pretty sure she's not assigned in here.

oh, maybe she means the group housing next door. wait — ]

you sure that's a good place?

[ won't everyone ... see? ]

[earps]

[ now that gives her a little pause. mostly because it's served them well plenty of times before. ]

why wouldn't it be?

[ now she's squinting. ]

now get over here
my pants won't take themselves off

[frackin]

[ yeah, she's ... daring.

this seems pretty insane already, but honestly — it's been a while. and she's offering, so. there's no problem, right?

he could worry about the privacy situation when he gets there. ]

i'll be there

[ because he's already scrambling on his feet, almost tripping on the laces of his boots before he's forced to bend down and tie them swiftly, breaking into a speedy walk again.

except her name isn't listed on the room's occupants on the screen beside the door. so he checks the room on the opposite side — nothing. ]

i don't think i have the right room

[earps]

[ ohhhh my god. her head thunks back against the wall over her bed, eyes rolling back until they close. he's got to be drunk already. there's no way he's gotten lost. ]

it's the same one it's always been

or do you need me to come find you and hold your hand?

[frackin]

[ of course he'd fail at even the most obvious and open booty call ever.

hold your hand — god, he feels like he's five again. why is he so bad at this? ]

you don't need to hold my hand

[ though, okay, he would kind of like that. ]

but yeah maybe you could come

[earps]

[ if he really is drunk and she's going to have to lug his ass all the way back to her room —

let's just say he's going to owe her. ]

fine

where are you, anyway?

[frackin]

[ he really does feel like a kid right now.

it's fine. probably. ]

in front of my room