#inferno two

[inmachina]

@inferno-two from here

Phew. Del felt that in his joints, knees already beginning to complain from his crouched position. He thought it’d add to the realism of their facade to let his pains manifest instead of using Imperial supplies to ignore them, though he was still on the fence about his commitment to it. “Good. Testing another one this close to the encampment seems like a bad idea.” Most of this seemed like a bad idea. Any reservations were kept to himself; it wasn’t his place to question any facet of this mission.

The sun edged dangerously close to the horizon, threatening to take its warmth and light. Del didn’t think he’d ever get used to the rotation of this blasted planet. He threw an appreciative look to Gideon, proud of their work. “We ought to make a few, just in case. We have more than enough materials here. I have some ideas on how to improve the housing to create a better spread.”

[inmachina]

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How would they signal their partner that they are not into something during sex?

del is pretty straightforward about what he does and doesn’t like, so his partner can expect to be gently corrected nonverbally at first, and then verbally if that doesn’t work. he’s rarely into sex at his own expense unless he’s in a particular mood for it and is experienced enough to know exactly what he wants. anyone who doesn’t respect that is promptly uninvited.

[inmachina]

“We have to be ruthless, because failure isn't an option.”

“I wouldn’t say one is required in absence of the other.” The grumble emitted from under the open panel where the upper half of Del Meeko resided. He’d busied himself after the last mission, uncharacteristically quiet once released to see to the maintenance of the ship. That’s what we have the crew for, Del, you don’t have to do this yourself, his commander regularly reminded, but rarely did he heed it.