Because apparently the universe just keeps getting fucking weirder. Entertain me, I guess.
(Roleplay blog for Jonny D'Ville from The Mechanisms. Chaos encouraged, send asks and reblogs. Mild suggestive content is allowed, shipping content is allowed, this account is run by an adult.)
This is a roleplay blog for Jonny D'Ville from The Mechanisms, because I like many others am fixated on these characters. I am definitely late to this but hey, time is really fucking weird. Chaos is not only allowed but encouraged, feel free to send asks, messages, @'s or or reblogs my way.
This account is run by an adult. Mild to moderate suggestive content is allowed and shipping content is allowed (polymechs my beloved), but only if you are also an adult. Please do not interact with this content if you are a minor. Racy posts will be tagged and flagged as mature appropriately.
I need to make this completely clear: if you are a minor and you respond to or interact with any of my clearly labelled suggestive or 18+ posts, you will be blocked without a warning.
Other info below the cut.
Timeline kept purposely vague to aid in interacting with as many other mechs rp blogs as possible. In my mind it's in a nebulous state where all the mechs are alive and on the ship incl. Nastya, because I adore her, but somehow also after TBI is written. Try not to think about it too hard.
Update: I have solidified this as an AU where Jonny was able to stop Nastya from going Out, and so she stayed and worked through things with Aurora slowly.
Tagging system still under construction, it's been years since I ran an rp blog. I try to tag the usernames of people I interact with where relevant, but my main tags are as follows:
crew of the aurora (interactions): Interactions with other mechs rp blogs
stowaways (other interactions): interactions with non-mechs rp blogs
jonny speaking: ic posts and starters
not jonny: ooc posts
jonny off comms (written rp): longform in-character RP.
whiskey hearts (shippy rp): anything shipping related
Notable stories which warrant their own tag:
the jonny vs jonny saga: wherein two versions of Jonny are assisted in getting to the same universe and proceed to fight to the (repeated) death for their own entertainment
ts gets stolen saga, and the sequel, ts gets humanised saga: wherin the Toy Soldier is briefly kidnapped by the Snake Eyes Casino, and in the aftermath is temporarily transformed into flesh and blood
Oh piss off, it's definitely your fault. They probably smelled your stink and got lost thinking it was your room, the way you let them wander in and out of that den.
*Fucking hell, why are there so many. They are swarming across the walls.*
Oh piss off, it's definitely your fault. They probably smelled your stink and got lost thinking it was your room, the way you let them wander in and out of that den.
*Fucking hell, why are there so many. They are swarming across the walls.*
Year One Thousand and Fifty-three of my dear husband being gone
I have yet to hear from him since he went off on vacation
I am leaving this letter in his inbox in a last hope that he shall see it when he returns, IF he returns, and maybe then he will respond to me
It has gotten quite lonely and I am afraid I am experiencing a most serious case of a broken heart. If only my dear husband were here, I could perhaps borrow his instead, seeing as it probably works better than mine. Seeing as I don't have one.
I must away myself now, perhaps to a closet or behind a vent, so that I may contemplate his disappearance in a silence that shall only be broken by my occasional sad, yearning sighs.
I love you Jonny, please return soon. I am bored. Sincerely, @tally-fucking-ho
*Jonny's having a great time scrolling through his asks, catching up on everything he's missed. This one catches him off guard.*
*He forwards it through to the Toy Soldier in their private message channel along with his reply.*
You really missed me this much? I mean hell, I would have thought the others would keep you company. You all knew I was coming back.
...Still missed you too, though. My sword's safe, took it with me. Had to gut a few guys to get it back at one point but theres not a scratch on it - might need to look into gettin' something less bulky as a momento, I want something to carry around.
After the gifts are done, come to my quarters, yeah? I'll make it up to you for staying away so long.
*The Toy Soldier is in the middle of a tea party with the octokittens, about to take a sip of its tea. When suddenly, the loud and jarring alarm sound it had set as Jonny's message notification sound played from its communicator device. It of course startled at this, spilling tea all over itself in the process. It doesn't seem to notice as it hastily puts the teacup down, reading the message quickly, and of course sending a reply.*
Dear husband! You've returned!
Yes, I really did miss you that much. The others kept me company of course, however none of them are my dear husband. I knew well you would be returning, but that didn't change the fact that you weren't there.
I'm happy to hear you missed me too! Well, specifically I'm not glad that you missed me, but I'm glad you care and I'm happy to know we'll both be enjoying reuniting! How incredible that your sword is safe, gutting a few chaps is nothing you can't handle. I am inclined to agree about getting something smaller, seeing as I frequently have to leave my sword behind. Perhaps we should have gone for daggers?
Absolutely! I'll be seeing you there! I'm excited for whatever you have in mind! Do you need me to bring tea? :¦)
Oh yes, jewelry sounds like a jolly good idea! Let's discuss it in more detail later :¦)
Duly noted! And don't worry, I'm well aware. Why do you think my stash looked the way it did when you stole from it? ;¦)
I think perhaps it would be best if you bring it over once everyone else has cleared out. I need to change before I see you, seeing as in my excitement at getting a notification from you, I may have spilled a little tea on my uniform. I was not startled by the notification in the slightest.
Getting clumsy, are we? Suppose I'll probably have some mending to do as well once I get settled back in, if I'm feeling nice.
I'll meet you there then, I've currently got our resident quack stuck to me like a splimpet.
*As promised, once all the other reunions and gifts are done with, Jonny comes back to his quarters. He's got a bag slung over his shoulder and another tucked under one arm, and his hair and clothes are entirely dishevelled from the long shuttle ride (and from not changing them in far too long). But he's got a relaxed grin and a twinkle to his eyes as he opens the door.*
*And it doesn't respond after that. When Jonny returns to his quarters, the Toy Soldier is there waiting, sitting politely on his bed. Its uniform looks like it was just straightened, and it looks as if it took extra care to neatly tuck its hair in its hat. It smells slightly more like tea than usual. It beams once Jonny walks in.*
Dear husband! There you are! Do you need some help with those?
*It doesn't wait for him to answer before it approaches and takes one of the bags from him, placing it on the floor gently. It needs his hands to be free quite urgently.*
*He gives in and lets it help, slinging the backpack off his back and setting it down. For a brief moment they are both just standing there. Then Jonny takes the last step forward and leans in to cup its face with both hands, touching their foreheads together. His right thumb strokes the painted wood of its cheek.*
"Gonna get your uniform all dirty if I'm not careful, but... can I kiss you?"
*It was about to step forward as well, but Jonny beat it to it. It puts one of its hands over his, and it places the other one on his shoulder. It looks between Jonny's eyes and lips*
I don't mind terribly if you get it dirty. I've missed you quite a lot, and I'd quite like it if you kissed me...
*It speaks so gently, voice laced with love as if it was looking at the only thing that mattered*
*Kissing lips made of wood is always going to be a slightly odd experience but Jonny clearly doesn't mind. He kisses the Toy Soldier eagerly, purposefully, almost smacking his nose in his haste. One of his hands drops from its face to the small of its back to tug it closer.*
"...Fuck, that's what that feeling was. I was missing a piece," *he mutters under his breath when they part, sounding awed and content. He kisses it again, just once.*
*It leans into Jonny, letting the hand on his shoulder move to pet his hair instead, letting out a few happy hums. It frowns when the kiss breaks, looking at Jonny with the biggest wettest eyes it can manage. Had it been up to the Toy Soldier they would have kept kissing, but it regrettably understands Jonny may wish to breathe sometimes.*
*It openes its mouth to speak after Jonny does, getting interrupted by him kissing it again. It takes Jonny's hand, the one still on its face, and gently brings it down to cup it with both hands.*
You were missing a piece? What do you mean, dear husband? Did you not regenerate properly while you were away?
*From the way Jonny flusters, it's clear that he didn't mean to say that loud enough for it to hear. He pauses, then squeezes its hand.*
"Nothing, just talking t'myself," *he lies.* "I should clean off before we get too comfortable, but first-"
*He gently dislodges his hand so he can bend down and pick up the discarded bag. There's excitement in his eyes as he opens it up and pulls out the contents. They are, in order:
An unfamiliar military uniform of deep scarlet and brilliant gold-*
"Took it off a general in some skirmish I passed, looked to be about your size. I thought it would fit your collection, if the fit is off I can adjust it."
*-a boxed set of hair pins and sticks, decorated with intricate pieces of sea glass carved into flowers and cats with multiple tails-*
"Since you've been wearing it longer recently, or 'least you were when I left and you are now. I tried describing an octokitten to them but I don't think they got what I meant."
*-and an elegant glass figurine of a bird, a canary maybe, flying joyously from its cage. This one Jonny looks almost wary to be touching as he holds it out.*
"Careful with this one, s'fragile, almost broke it while I was running from some assholes with a plasma cannon."
*He keeps his gaze fixed on the bird, feeling suddenly not ready to see the Toy Soldier's reaction. But after a moment he forces himself to look up at it.*
*The Toy Soldier doesn't respond to Jonny's lie beyond a small "Oh...", but it does take a mental note of this moment. It will have to ask somepony about it later.*
*It watches curiously as Jonny opens the bag.*
You brought things for me?
*It sounds surprised, happy*
*It grabs the uniform and starts inspecting it. The seams look to be of high quality, and it quite likes the shape and color of it. It runs a wooden thumb over one spot, it seems mended, from what the Toy Soldier can tell, the general previously wearing probably got slashed. It recognized the mending as Jonny's work.*
This looks quite dapper! You know my style well, I shall have to try it on later! Thank you!
*It seems to assume that would be all, but then Jonny pulls out the next thing. The Toy Soldier sets the uniform down so it can grab the box. It opens it carefully, running its fingers over the designs. It looks up at Jonny when he mentions describing an octokitten.*
Did you have these commissioned for me?
*Its voice shakes slightly, as if it were about to cry. It puts the box down for a moment to take off its hat. It starts twisting its long hair, wrapping it in a circle, pausing to pick one of the hair sticks, which it then secures it's hair with. It turns its head to let Jonny see. It feels a bit weird not wearing its hat, but it feels pretty.*
*When Jonny holds out the glass figurine, the Toy Soldier doesn't say a word. It simply grabs it with perhaps more care than it has grabbed anything in centuries, and stares in awe. It gently turns it around, bringing it close to its face to investigate all the detail. When Jonny finally looks at it, he sees its entirely blank expression, almost as if it's so caught up in admiring the figurine it forgot to emote.*
*The Toy Soldier notices him looking, and again without a word carefully sets the figurine down, before slamming into Jonny with a big, tight hug*
*The uniform indeed has been mended, and disguised with embroidered leaves matching the style of the rest.*
*Jonny gets a bit awkward when it asks if he commissioned the set, scratching at his jaw.*
"Yeah? They had good work on display but none of it fit right for you, so... y'know, got to get something you'll actually use..."
*He trails off as it starts twisting it's hair up. Is his heart ticking louder, or is that just him? He swallows.*
"Looks good on you."
*More than anything else, Jonny is tense as he watches it stare at the bird. That fucking bird. He'd had to get it the moment he saw it - something about the joy in the pose of the bird's wings, the exaltation of freedom from ownership entrapment. It was a bitch and a half to take care of. It nearly got broken half a dozen times getting it back to the stolen ship, not to mention all the times since. And now TS isn't saying anything. Its face is blank. Shit. Is that good or bad? He can't tell, and he really wants a cigarette, he should have had one before coming to his quarters-*
*His train of thought is interrupted by suddenly having arms full of Toy Soldier. He 'oof's, stumbling backwards and belatedly bringing his arms up around it. Ah.*
"That, uh... you like the gifts, then?" *he tries after a long moment.*
*It squeezes Jonny a bit too tight, and it doesn't let go. When Jonny finally speaks up, the Toy Soldier starts nodding entheusiastically, burying its face in the crook of Jonny's neck.*
I love them, I love them a lot, thank you! The uniform fits my collection perfectly, the hair pins and sticks are really pretty and I'm excited to show them off, and the bird... Oh the bird is so stunning, I'll take the best care of it, I'll display it somewhere everyone can see, I'll dust it every day, thank you, thank you, thank you!
*The moment would probably be sweeter if its already tight grip on Jonny didn't keep tightening as it spoke.*
*There is a muffled crack as something definitely snaps inside Jonny's torso. Probably a rib. Maybe more than one. He had opened his mouth to stall the frantic thank yous, but his words turn instead into a pained wheeze as he thumps the Soldier on the back repeatedly.*
Air... Air is important...
*When its grip loosens he groans, forehead thunking onto its wooden shoulder. He hugs it back before it can pull away and laughs, winded.*
Fucking hell... I'm glad you like them, sweetheart.
Just a couple of ribs. Don't think it even punctured a lung.
*Jonny answers with a grin, sounding only mildly breathless. He rubs a hand up the Soldier's back and presses in closer as he looks up at it. In that moment he has a thought that is not unfamiliar to him from whenever he or one of the others goes off on their own, but nonetheless strikes him dumb with the sincerity of it; that right here, for the first time since he's been gone, he feels whole again.*
Oh, thank the lucky stars! You don't need me to bring you to Marius, do you?
*It looks down at Jonny and can't help but press a small kiss against his forehead. It almost aches, in a way it decides is definitely good, as it realizes how much it actually missed being able to hold and kiss Jonny*
Oh, you've made an appointment with them! Wonderful, I'm sure they'll have you all fixed up then.
*The Toy Soldier notices the marks when Jonny grimaces. It gently scrubs at them, not seeming to mind terribly.*
Ahh, yes- getting cleaned up really does make you feel all jolly better, doesn't it?
*It says, then it thinks back to that night where Jonny had ended up polishing the Toy Soldier after an unfortunate event involving a sneaky anon with a marker.*
*Jonny agrees. He pauses at the offer and seems to genuinely consider it for a few moments before shaking his head.*
...Normally I'd say sure, but actually I'm really fucking dirty, and this is going to be the opposite of sexy. You mind just waiting? I'll make it quick.
Oh of course, I don't mind at all! Take all the time you need, good chap!
*It clearly takes mental note of what Jonny said though. It can offer to help him shower again... And it would perhaps be sexy... Very interesting indeed.*
*After roughly fifteen spminutes, Jonny does return - naked and drying his hair with a towel, only the dregs of his eyeliner still present where it didn't fully wash off, and most importantly actually clean. Hot showers in the middle of space, the best part about having an engineer who knows what she's doing.*
*He tosses the towel into the corner, stretching his arms over his head with a couple of concerning pops, and there's something strangely human about the way his yawning mouth cracks into a grin when he meets the Toy Soldier's gaze. The exhaustion and adrenaline of a long vacation coupled with the relief of being back are softening the edges of his usual brashness. It's an odd look on him, but not a bad one. He tilts his head to the side and saunters over casually.*
So... *He drags the word out.* Where did we leave off?
*When he returns, the Toy Soldier is sat on his bed, very gently holding the glass bird sculpture, and tracing the shapes of it with its fingers. When it finally looks up at him and notices how naked he is, it startles just a tiny bit. It carefully sets down the bird on Jonny's nightstand and looks at him shyly. Even though they're married, it's unsure where it's allowed to look.*
*It can't help but smile as their eyes meet, covering its painted red cheeks with its hands.*
Oh, uhh... I believe we left off at the hugging, you didn't seem very happy to be getting my uniform dirty.
*Jonny nods and snaps his fingers with a little 'ah', as if he's just remembered.*
Right, that was it. *he agrees.* So if I just...
*He climbs onto the bed - scratch that, he keeps going. He all but climbs on top of the Toy Soldier, leaning his weight on one hand as he glances playfully from its face to its painted lips.*
*It wants to answer the question seriously, it really does! But the way Jonny's looking at it, (especially the fact that he's naked,) makes it really hard.*
I think what we were doing before was perhaps a bit different,
*It manages to say after a moment, gently cupping Jonny's cheek with one hand, letting its thumb glide gently over his (mostly) clean face*
*He closes his eyes very briefly at the touch. It seems he took a minute or two to trim his goatee while he was in the bathroom, as though still scruffy it's neater than before.*
We can fix that, *he answers. Yet he waits for it to make the first move, lingering close but not quite closing the distance.*
(ooc: They had to institute it purely to cut down on the amount of cleaning effort caused by having splatters of blood, entrails etc. in random parts of the ship. It has grates on the floor and fully metal/cleanable furniture)
Year One Thousand and Fifty-three of my dear husband being gone
I have yet to hear from him since he went off on vacation
I am leaving this letter in his inbox in a last hope that he shall see it when he returns, IF he returns, and maybe then he will respond to me
It has gotten quite lonely and I am afraid I am experiencing a most serious case of a broken heart. If only my dear husband were here, I could perhaps borrow his instead, seeing as it probably works better than mine. Seeing as I don't have one.
I must away myself now, perhaps to a closet or behind a vent, so that I may contemplate his disappearance in a silence that shall only be broken by my occasional sad, yearning sighs.
I love you Jonny, please return soon. I am bored. Sincerely, @tally-fucking-ho
*Jonny's having a great time scrolling through his asks, catching up on everything he's missed. This one catches him off guard.*
*He forwards it through to the Toy Soldier in their private message channel along with his reply.*
You really missed me this much? I mean hell, I would have thought the others would keep you company. You all knew I was coming back.
...Still missed you too, though. My sword's safe, took it with me. Had to gut a few guys to get it back at one point but theres not a scratch on it - might need to look into gettin' something less bulky as a momento, I want something to carry around.
After the gifts are done, come to my quarters, yeah? I'll make it up to you for staying away so long.
*The Toy Soldier is in the middle of a tea party with the octokittens, about to take a sip of its tea. When suddenly, the loud and jarring alarm sound it had set as Jonny's message notification sound played from its communicator device. It of course startled at this, spilling tea all over itself in the process. It doesn't seem to notice as it hastily puts the teacup down, reading the message quickly, and of course sending a reply.*
Dear husband! You've returned!
Yes, I really did miss you that much. The others kept me company of course, however none of them are my dear husband. I knew well you would be returning, but that didn't change the fact that you weren't there.
I'm happy to hear you missed me too! Well, specifically I'm not glad that you missed me, but I'm glad you care and I'm happy to know we'll both be enjoying reuniting! How incredible that your sword is safe, gutting a few chaps is nothing you can't handle. I am inclined to agree about getting something smaller, seeing as I frequently have to leave my sword behind. Perhaps we should have gone for daggers?
Absolutely! I'll be seeing you there! I'm excited for whatever you have in mind! Do you need me to bring tea? :¦)
Oh yes, jewelry sounds like a jolly good idea! Let's discuss it in more detail later :¦)
Duly noted! And don't worry, I'm well aware. Why do you think my stash looked the way it did when you stole from it? ;¦)
I think perhaps it would be best if you bring it over once everyone else has cleared out. I need to change before I see you, seeing as in my excitement at getting a notification from you, I may have spilled a little tea on my uniform. I was not startled by the notification in the slightest.
Getting clumsy, are we? Suppose I'll probably have some mending to do as well once I get settled back in, if I'm feeling nice.
I'll meet you there then, I've currently got our resident quack stuck to me like a splimpet.
*As promised, once all the other reunions and gifts are done with, Jonny comes back to his quarters. He's got a bag slung over his shoulder and another tucked under one arm, and his hair and clothes are entirely dishevelled from the long shuttle ride (and from not changing them in far too long). But he's got a relaxed grin and a twinkle to his eyes as he opens the door.*
*And it doesn't respond after that. When Jonny returns to his quarters, the Toy Soldier is there waiting, sitting politely on his bed. Its uniform looks like it was just straightened, and it looks as if it took extra care to neatly tuck its hair in its hat. It smells slightly more like tea than usual. It beams once Jonny walks in.*
Dear husband! There you are! Do you need some help with those?
*It doesn't wait for him to answer before it approaches and takes one of the bags from him, placing it on the floor gently. It needs his hands to be free quite urgently.*
*He gives in and lets it help, slinging the backpack off his back and setting it down. For a brief moment they are both just standing there. Then Jonny takes the last step forward and leans in to cup its face with both hands, touching their foreheads together. His right thumb strokes the painted wood of its cheek.*
"Gonna get your uniform all dirty if I'm not careful, but... can I kiss you?"
*It was about to step forward as well, but Jonny beat it to it. It puts one of its hands over his, and it places the other one on his shoulder. It looks between Jonny's eyes and lips*
I don't mind terribly if you get it dirty. I've missed you quite a lot, and I'd quite like it if you kissed me...
*It speaks so gently, voice laced with love as if it was looking at the only thing that mattered*
*Kissing lips made of wood is always going to be a slightly odd experience but Jonny clearly doesn't mind. He kisses the Toy Soldier eagerly, purposefully, almost smacking his nose in his haste. One of his hands drops from its face to the small of its back to tug it closer.*
"...Fuck, that's what that feeling was. I was missing a piece," *he mutters under his breath when they part, sounding awed and content. He kisses it again, just once.*
*It leans into Jonny, letting the hand on his shoulder move to pet his hair instead, letting out a few happy hums. It frowns when the kiss breaks, looking at Jonny with the biggest wettest eyes it can manage. Had it been up to the Toy Soldier they would have kept kissing, but it regrettably understands Jonny may wish to breathe sometimes.*
*It openes its mouth to speak after Jonny does, getting interrupted by him kissing it again. It takes Jonny's hand, the one still on its face, and gently brings it down to cup it with both hands.*
You were missing a piece? What do you mean, dear husband? Did you not regenerate properly while you were away?
*From the way Jonny flusters, it's clear that he didn't mean to say that loud enough for it to hear. He pauses, then squeezes its hand.*
"Nothing, just talking t'myself," *he lies.* "I should clean off before we get too comfortable, but first-"
*He gently dislodges his hand so he can bend down and pick up the discarded bag. There's excitement in his eyes as he opens it up and pulls out the contents. They are, in order:
An unfamiliar military uniform of deep scarlet and brilliant gold-*
"Took it off a general in some skirmish I passed, looked to be about your size. I thought it would fit your collection, if the fit is off I can adjust it."
*-a boxed set of hair pins and sticks, decorated with intricate pieces of sea glass carved into flowers and cats with multiple tails-*
"Since you've been wearing it longer recently, or 'least you were when I left and you are now. I tried describing an octokitten to them but I don't think they got what I meant."
*-and an elegant glass figurine of a bird, a canary maybe, flying joyously from its cage. This one Jonny looks almost wary to be touching as he holds it out.*
"Careful with this one, s'fragile, almost broke it while I was running from some assholes with a plasma cannon."
*He keeps his gaze fixed on the bird, feeling suddenly not ready to see the Toy Soldier's reaction. But after a moment he forces himself to look up at it.*
*The Toy Soldier doesn't respond to Jonny's lie beyond a small "Oh...", but it does take a mental note of this moment. It will have to ask somepony about it later.*
*It watches curiously as Jonny opens the bag.*
You brought things for me?
*It sounds surprised, happy*
*It grabs the uniform and starts inspecting it. The seams look to be of high quality, and it quite likes the shape and color of it. It runs a wooden thumb over one spot, it seems mended, from what the Toy Soldier can tell, the general previously wearing probably got slashed. It recognized the mending as Jonny's work.*
This looks quite dapper! You know my style well, I shall have to try it on later! Thank you!
*It seems to assume that would be all, but then Jonny pulls out the next thing. The Toy Soldier sets the uniform down so it can grab the box. It opens it carefully, running its fingers over the designs. It looks up at Jonny when he mentions describing an octokitten.*
Did you have these commissioned for me?
*Its voice shakes slightly, as if it were about to cry. It puts the box down for a moment to take off its hat. It starts twisting its long hair, wrapping it in a circle, pausing to pick one of the hair sticks, which it then secures it's hair with. It turns its head to let Jonny see. It feels a bit weird not wearing its hat, but it feels pretty.*
*When Jonny holds out the glass figurine, the Toy Soldier doesn't say a word. It simply grabs it with perhaps more care than it has grabbed anything in centuries, and stares in awe. It gently turns it around, bringing it close to its face to investigate all the detail. When Jonny finally looks at it, he sees its entirely blank expression, almost as if it's so caught up in admiring the figurine it forgot to emote.*
*The Toy Soldier notices him looking, and again without a word carefully sets the figurine down, before slamming into Jonny with a big, tight hug*
*The uniform indeed has been mended, and disguised with embroidered leaves matching the style of the rest.*
*Jonny gets a bit awkward when it asks if he commissioned the set, scratching at his jaw.*
"Yeah? They had good work on display but none of it fit right for you, so... y'know, got to get something you'll actually use..."
*He trails off as it starts twisting it's hair up. Is his heart ticking louder, or is that just him? He swallows.*
"Looks good on you."
*More than anything else, Jonny is tense as he watches it stare at the bird. That fucking bird. He'd had to get it the moment he saw it - something about the joy in the pose of the bird's wings, the exaltation of freedom from ownership entrapment. It was a bitch and a half to take care of. It nearly got broken half a dozen times getting it back to the stolen ship, not to mention all the times since. And now TS isn't saying anything. Its face is blank. Shit. Is that good or bad? He can't tell, and he really wants a cigarette, he should have had one before coming to his quarters-*
*His train of thought is interrupted by suddenly having arms full of Toy Soldier. He 'oof's, stumbling backwards and belatedly bringing his arms up around it. Ah.*
"That, uh... you like the gifts, then?" *he tries after a long moment.*
*It squeezes Jonny a bit too tight, and it doesn't let go. When Jonny finally speaks up, the Toy Soldier starts nodding entheusiastically, burying its face in the crook of Jonny's neck.*
I love them, I love them a lot, thank you! The uniform fits my collection perfectly, the hair pins and sticks are really pretty and I'm excited to show them off, and the bird... Oh the bird is so stunning, I'll take the best care of it, I'll display it somewhere everyone can see, I'll dust it every day, thank you, thank you, thank you!
*The moment would probably be sweeter if its already tight grip on Jonny didn't keep tightening as it spoke.*
*There is a muffled crack as something definitely snaps inside Jonny's torso. Probably a rib. Maybe more than one. He had opened his mouth to stall the frantic thank yous, but his words turn instead into a pained wheeze as he thumps the Soldier on the back repeatedly.*
Air... Air is important...
*When its grip loosens he groans, forehead thunking onto its wooden shoulder. He hugs it back before it can pull away and laughs, winded.*
Fucking hell... I'm glad you like them, sweetheart.
Just a couple of ribs. Don't think it even punctured a lung.
*Jonny answers with a grin, sounding only mildly breathless. He rubs a hand up the Soldier's back and presses in closer as he looks up at it. In that moment he has a thought that is not unfamiliar to him from whenever he or one of the others goes off on their own, but nonetheless strikes him dumb with the sincerity of it; that right here, for the first time since he's been gone, he feels whole again.*
Oh, thank the lucky stars! You don't need me to bring you to Marius, do you?
*It looks down at Jonny and can't help but press a small kiss against his forehead. It almost aches, in a way it decides is definitely good, as it realizes how much it actually missed being able to hold and kiss Jonny*
Oh, you've made an appointment with them! Wonderful, I'm sure they'll have you all fixed up then.
*The Toy Soldier notices the marks when Jonny grimaces. It gently scrubs at them, not seeming to mind terribly.*
Ahh, yes- getting cleaned up really does make you feel all jolly better, doesn't it?
*It says, then it thinks back to that night where Jonny had ended up polishing the Toy Soldier after an unfortunate event involving a sneaky anon with a marker.*
*Jonny agrees. He pauses at the offer and seems to genuinely consider it for a few moments before shaking his head.*
...Normally I'd say sure, but actually I'm really fucking dirty, and this is going to be the opposite of sexy. You mind just waiting? I'll make it quick.
Oh of course, I don't mind at all! Take all the time you need, good chap!
*It clearly takes mental note of what Jonny said though. It can offer to help him shower again... And it would perhaps be sexy... Very interesting indeed.*
*After roughly fifteen spminutes, Jonny does return - naked and drying his hair with a towel, only the dregs of his eyeliner still present where it didn't fully wash off, and most importantly actually clean. Hot showers in the middle of space, the best part about having an engineer who knows what she's doing.*
*He tosses the towel into the corner, stretching his arms over his head with a couple of concerning pops, and there's something strangely human about the way his yawning mouth cracks into a grin when he meets the Toy Soldier's gaze. The exhaustion and adrenaline of a long vacation coupled with the relief of being back are softening the edges of his usual brashness. It's an odd look on him, but not a bad one. He tilts his head to the side and saunters over casually.*
So... *He drags the word out.* Where did we leave off?
*When he returns, the Toy Soldier is sat on his bed, very gently holding the glass bird sculpture, and tracing the shapes of it with its fingers. When it finally looks up at him and notices how naked he is, it startles just a tiny bit. It carefully sets down the bird on Jonny's nightstand and looks at him shyly. Even though they're married, it's unsure where it's allowed to look.*
*It can't help but smile as their eyes meet, covering its painted red cheeks with its hands.*
Oh, uhh... I believe we left off at the hugging, you didn't seem very happy to be getting my uniform dirty.
*Jonny nods and snaps his fingers with a little 'ah', as if he's just remembered.*
Right, that was it. *he agrees.* So if I just...
*He climbs onto the bed - scratch that, he keeps going. He all but climbs on top of the Toy Soldier, leaning his weight on one hand as he glances playfully from its face to its painted lips.*
