Relax | Closed RP
@silencedsniper
☠ Staring at his tall companion, the small man let out an exasperated sigh. This wasn’t the first time he’d seen him do this. A mission that had gone so smoothly you could skate across the surface? He couldn’t be happier. A mission that went well meant payment and payment meant a life of luxury that, while maybe a fantasy where he was, was still a shallow goal.
☠ He nudged the other with the back of his hand, moving to the bunk in their shared quarters and settling himself onto the bed. While it was still a far cry from the memory foam mattresses back home he was still more comfortable than he would’ve been on some cot in the rebel base. He felt like Locus had been the lucky one. At least the Federation had beds to sleep on when push came to shove. Military beds but still. Fucking beds. Groaning as he stretched, he kept a careful eye on his partner.
☠ “Locus. Buddy. Big guy. Come on. Relax for once in your fucking life. We took the ship and we’re in the home stretch.” He pulled off his helmet and set it to the side as he started to undo the clasps on his armor. “It’s just us here, Lo. Take off the armor for a second.”