A Stocking Fiasco...
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It was a nondescript box, something a parcel would be delivered in or used to carry second hand metal parts, the ship had enough of them scattered around that it wasn't unusual to see the first mate walking round with one. Checking his surroundings Killer slipped into his Captain's quarters. Softly closing the door he lent against the wood taking in the metal filled quarters he slipped a hand behind him, the door locking with a soft click. Even though he’d made sure they wouldn’t be disturbed, precautions were still necessary for what he had planned.
Padding across the short space to the taller man his fingers itched to remove his mask and simply be himself around the other, they itched for others things too but good things came to those who waited. Offering the box forwards he chuckled softly, head at its usual side tilt as he came to stand before him.
“I thought we deserved a little break, to.... disrupt, the monotony.” Grin evident in his voice he wiggled the box in indication for it to be taken. “Surprise.”