we can lose one pint of blood

stop being careful

[kapedkrusader-blog]

Well. Now that that mess is over with, it’ll be nice for things to get back to normal.

[orsi-curse]

Is anything on this ship ever normal?

[orsi-curse]

[pt] I don’t know who you’re talking about. Nesh? Is that her best friend? I’m seriously removed from the sub culture aboard this starship. Anyway, you should try and get laid while you’re stuck in there.

[zaninspace]

[pt]: If only I were stuck in here with your dumb ass. How’s life on the outside?

[orsi-curse]

[pt] Well, Vind just asked Lee if we've fucked yet, so honestly, not too great.

[zaninspace]

[pt] Are we talking about the same person? I mean, I broke her bff’s nose so she pretty much hates me.

[orsi-curse]

[pt] I don't know who you're talking about. Nesh? Is that her best friend? I'm seriously removed from the sub culture aboard this starship. Anyway, you should try and get laid while you're stuck in there.

[zaninspace]

[pt] Stuck in the gym. With RJ…

[orsi-curse]

[pt] Who the fuck is that? No, wait I know who that is. Aw, she's cute, that's not even bad.

[hatefulchild]

"The red’s off," Vindictus offered, momentarily ignoring his hunger. "What the hell kinda scrub doctor did you go to that didn’t talk to her about genetics surgery?" He gave a hard, annoyed huff at the thought, anyone less skilled than himself immediately placed lower. Crossing his arms, he let his hip rest against the desk. He hadn’t done much reading on genetics surgery but…maybe the papers on deformity could be set aside for a bit. 

"Fuck off," he told Wyatt affectionately. "You hungry? M’gettin’ food." If he still felt like it by the time he got back to the galley, he’d grab a little something for them both.

[orsi-curse]

Wyatt glanced up from the cube. "I don't know what red is." He slide the cube around regardless and gave a shrug. "My family was too poor to afford any types of surgery. They could barely afford to send me to the medical school I went to. Still going to be paying the debt off probably until I die." There wasn't any bitterness in his voice, but Wyatt felt bitter. Poverty wasn't something he'd ever asked for but had thrust upon him anyway and his family spent most of the time complaining about it.

His gaze rose to Vind, surprised he'd even been asked at all. "Yes, actually. Feel free to bring me back a sandwich, if you'd like." He said it slowly and carefully, wondering what sort of catch could be behind his words.

[hatefulchild]

By the time he had reached his desk, Wyatt hadn’t even moved for the rubik’s cube yet and that was just fine with Vindictus. Rolling his shoulders as he settled into his seat, he went back to the medical papers in front of him. Case study upon case study that dealt with various deformities and attempts to correct them swam underneath his eyes. Every so often a particularly graphic picture would catch his attention.

He’d stop to look then, trying to figure out what the doctor had done and how he’d do it better. The nurse and the momentary need to kiss him was forgotten until eventually the doctor looked up a bit too suddenly and his head swam. Grumbling, he sought around his desk for something edible and found nothing but crumby trash. 

Clattering away from his desk, he glanced back over to Wyatt, still sitting with the damn cube. “Are you just dumb or something?” he asked in blunt curiosity. “Watching you fuck around with that is annoying.” It wasn’t really as he wasn’t paying much attention, but it seemed the thing to say.

[orsi-curse]

"Color blind," Wyatt answered in turn, holding the cube up to examine it. Still wrong, even though, could he ever really be sure? "At least, that's what the doc told my mother." When he was thirteen and done some ridiculous eye examine and they'd determined Wyatt's heart and his lungs weren't the only thing wrong with them. He put a hand to his chest and lolled his head to the side to look at Vind. "That you care," he said, thumping his chest, "it means...so much to me."

[hatefulchild]

The rejection was like ice and sudden anything he felt or thought he was feeling disappeared in a blink. “Right. Well. Good luck keeping your virginity intact during that sandwich of yours.” Vindictus let his hands work on the cube, sliding it round and round until all the colors were messed up again. 

Feeling petulant, he gave the plastic a peck and then gently tossed (which he thought was admirable seeing as he felt like smashing it) across the room for Wyatt to chase after. “That things probably a better kisser than you anyway. Fetch.” Hunching immediately over, forgetting the nurse’s lecture on posture and blood flow, he slunk back towards his desk. Vindictus used the toe of his shoe to send the cube skittering lightly in another direction.

[orsi-curse]

Wyatt had met a lot of petulant brats in his life, but none really topped Vind. "Mmhm," he hummed, watching the man kiss his puzzle cube and toss it. "I'm sure it is. You can borrow it for later if you'd like. Keep you nice and happy at night," Wyatt retorted with a bland expression as Vind slinked away like a wounded jungle cat, kicking the puzzle. Wyatt was struck with the image of a five year old who didn't get what they wanted for Christmas, those bratty little kids that screamed and whined and yelled until they got their special toy.

Unfortunately for Vind, Wyatt was never too good at giving in to the wants of the pitiful. Instead he turned his back on the doctor, walked toward the cube with leisure, picked it up and found his desk again; content to sit and fiddle with the puzzle despite his colorblindness.

[piercingthunder]

Yeah. And you’re…Wyatt, yeah? You had cold hands.

[orsi-curse]

I have poor circulation due to being a total asshole.

I'm...mostly kidding. Do you want some soda?

[piercingthunder]

Same, honestly. I wanna say I wish we’d get some action to actually fight something instead of just running drills, but I don’t wanna wish danger on us either. Double edged sword, I guess.

If you’re not in a huge hurry to find Lee, you can come in and sit down if you want.

[orsi-curse]

Hell, I've never turned down an invite to a pretty lady's room, so why not?

RJ, right? I did your initial exam. Very...healthy.

[piercingthunder]

Really? I don’t know, you seem to have more of the ‘weathered’ look I guess. I totally thought you’d seen your share, you know? 

[orsi-curse]

Is it the dark bags underneath my eyes? I don't sleep a lot, honestly. First tour. I'm pretty underwhelmed, altogether.

[piercingthunder]

Oh my God wow no you probably shouldn’t…

I wouldn’t really know what the end of the tour blues looks like, this being my first tour and all. But I definitely see it.

[orsi-curse]

Mine too, actually. But I read about it, so this must be it.

[piercingthunder]

Zan and me. Do you mean Lee? I haven’t really seen him around much. Then again, it’s not like I’ve been leaving more quarters all that often lately.

[orsi-curse]

Lee, yeah, that one. Dead dad kid. Woops, probably shouldn't say that.

Hmm, it's the end of the tour blues, it seems. Everyone is a bit more on edge than they usually are. Which is saying a lot considering everyone on this ship is usually on edge.

[piercingthunder]

Well I appreciate the concern to my pride. Who are you looking for?

[orsi-curse]

Squirrely looking soldiers. Pale. Blond hair. His eyes sort of look like he hasn't been alive for twenty years now. You know who I'm talking about? Was gonna invite him to hang with me and Zan. Zan and I?

[orsi-curse]

But what am I going to do with this wine, then?

[piercingthunder]

I think I met you like once. For a physical…why are you here with wine?

[orsi-curse]

Honestly? Truthfully? I was looking for someone else, but I didn't wanna insult you.

[piercingthunder]

Hello? I don’t remember inviting anyone over?

[orsi-curse]

But what am I going to do with this wine, then?

[hatefulchild]

He really couldn’t help himself. It had been so long since his body uncoiled that every little ministration was unwinding him so quickly he barely knew what to do. Vindictus wanted the nurse’s hands to stay forever. If they got tired, he’d steal someone elses and sew them on. “I research.” Already he had expanded on the fields of medicine he knew, started new ones…sometimes it wasn’t enough.

Wyatt’s hands disappeared and the doctor gave a grunt of dissatisfaction. Spinning in the chair, he caught the cube right before it smacked him in the face. Looking at it for a moment, he paused and brought his eyes up. “Kiss me first. Then you can have it back.”  

[orsi-curse]

It was surprising to have his own flirtations turned around on him, but Wyatt could only sigh again and throw his hand out at him. "No kissing. Strictly against the rules. And if I ever want any hope of getting to blow our commander, well, I'm going to need to keep myself a virginal prince till the end of our trip."

Most, if not all, of Wyatt's come on's were fake. He actually felt little to no desire for...anyone. Or anything really, but that was his nature. If Wyatt had to pick though, Vind would be pretty low on the list. He didn't mind the joking, but he really did want that damn cube back.

[hatefulchild]

The moment that Wyatt’s hand started their work, the lanky doctor couldn’t help but be satisfied. He knew the nurse’s had good hands for this - he’d watched. Probably not when he was supposed to but Vindictus lived at his desk. It was covered with bits of leftover food, rumpled papers and somewhere in the mess was an extra shirt that was mostly clean. He’d just been in the midst of satisfactory grunt when the whisper came.

He wasn’t expecting it and that’s what made it so troubling. The skin along his neck prickled. His stomach jumped. Vindictus was tempted to jump up and punch the younger man and demand to know what he’d done. Instead, he hissed and cracked his neck. “I’m not used to being so cooped up,” he muttered in a hard voice. “Work keeps me from going crazy.”

Without room to roam, a forest to hide in and other countries to escape to, he had to rely on his good behavior which unfortunately was slipping. Sitting like a vulture over a piece of furniture only kept him distracted for so long.

[orsi-curse]

Wyatt's hands continued their work. Over the neck, to the shoulders, lower. It was easy and satisfying, almost in a way. Mostly because Wyatt was actually good at it and who didn't like to do things they were actually good at?

"What work?" he snorted, sighing heavily. "I haven't got a god damn thing to do since I fixed Felix's paw. Oh and well, Zan and Nesh I guess. But they were really easy." Wyatt finally dropped his hands and stepped away. "Alright well, you should be good now. You know what you should do? Go do a simulation of something. It'll get...blood flow." Wyatt waved his hand and picked up his rubik's cube, tossing it was Vind. "Fuck that up again so I can try."