5. Trying to walk on ice -for any of the cathar
Mulo stepped up for this… on the condition that Cevinia come along >~,^<
Mulo shivered again as he looked across the Hoth spaceport. There was cold and then there was Hoth cold. Even with his own natural fluff and layers of clothing it felt like the chill wormed its way down into his bones. Unloading the crates from Cev’s ship helped keep his mind off it a bit, at least until they were finished and could warm each other up.
“Part of Tal’s punishment, right?” he griped, hefting another crate. “Letting me freeze off my nuts and bolts?”
The pretty spotted face broke out in a grin, “Stars I hope not. I happen to like those nuts and bolts.”
“Ha ha ha,” he sneered.
“Hey, you’re the one that wanted to clear your marker,” she reminded him. “And when you’re done with my father you still owe me big time.”
“Trust me Love, I know. That’s why I want that marker clean, so I don’t have to worry about Tal every time I wanna visit.” He pursed his lips, blowing her a kiss even though his hands were full, “Then I can pay you back at our leisure.”
“Mmmm, I like the sound of that.” Cev’s smile widened as she directed him where to set the crate down. “We should hurry up then.”
“Might go faster if you help.”
“I am helping. Supervisor, remember?”
That had been a condition of pulling this job for Tal, that one of his come along to keep an eye on the smuggler. But the fact that it was Cev made it worth it. Mulo wondered just how much heat they could generate in that bunk of hers, under the covers and…
“ Ziureti zhol Ajeusona!” The snarled warning came just before he crashed into a cloaked figure and he stopped short, too short unfortunately.
His boots hit a spot worn slick and promptly zipped in opposite directions. He spun around and they slid again, threatening to zoom out from under him. Back and forth they went, forcing him to wave his arms frantically to stay upright. He knew he probably looked crazy - hell, Cev’s manic giggling was proof enough of that - but he’d rather look a fool than bust his ass on the frozen floor.
Suddenly it felt like he was being squeezed by a not-too-gentle grip and set on his feet. He stood still for a second before taking an experimental step forward, testing his traction, then breathed a relieved sigh when he didn’t slip.
Glancing to the side he noticed the cloaked figure had a gauntlet-encased hand outstretched. Their hood had slipped back, revealing a pale striped face, and wide eyes that were almost familiar.
“Cierra?” he murmured but she just tilted her head at him.
“Nice save,” exclaimed Cev as she hurried to his side. “Jedi?”
“Not hardly,” the pale Cathar snickered then looked Mulo up and down. “Be more careful of who you bump into. Some aren’t so… forgiving.” Then in a whirl of fabric as pale as her fur the female strode off. It seemed like she vanished even as he watched, leaving him feeling disoriented.
“Hey! You’re staring,” Cev quipped, and he shook his head to clear it.
“Ever feel like you’ve seen a ghost?”
“Huh?”
“Uh, nothing, nothing.” He shook his head again, muttering, “Couldn’t be.”
“You okay?” Cev looked less teasing and more concerned so he gave her a quick hug.
“I will be Love, soon as we get this shipment handled.” He chuckled lightly and kissed the tip of her nose, “Then maybe you can handle me.”
“I dunno, sounds like a mighty big job,” laughed Cev. “But I’ll give it a shot.”