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“You know what?”
“I’M gonna go OUT, since that’s something I can actually do! So take that!”
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“You know what?”
“I’M gonna go OUT, since that’s something I can actually do! So take that!”
She saw him long before he saw her, hollow gaze centered on the intruder, observing. Her plans for hunting the villagers were set aside, she had new GAME now; far more interesting than any mere peasant folk. At last his senses drew his gaze to meet hers, and a slow, insidious smile stretched her jagged maw. Unafraid, all the more fun to play with. His voice reached her and she was still for a beat, before taking a step forward and promptly vanished. It was as if the beast has never existed... til there was the soft, fluttering ebb and flow of breath on the back of the interlopers head, a dark shape hunched and looming to his back.
“ No. I don’t believe I do. ”
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Reaches a hand out in a haphazard attempt to beckon her back into bed with him. "Work can wait."
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In all honesty, there was nothing she loathed more than leaving, so many goodbyes had stained the action with an air of resentment, even now that they were together always. Even so they always end up so entwined that it’s nearly impossible to leave (which suits her just fine). The Commander sighs through her nose, there was work to be done, of course, always something more, ready and waiting, a message needing her attention, a stack of paperwork, so many details that it would make a lesser person’s head spin with the responsibility.
It wasn’t like her to put off work for any reason, but once again he proves the exception to everything, a priority above all else. They’d just won a major battle after all, perhaps it would be wise to find solace in these seldom quiet times, there was no telling when (or, stars forbid, if…) the next moment alone would come.
The tips of her claws stroke thoughtfully through a stray tuft of fur at his cheek, the action is gentle and affectionate, smoothing it down and back into place. Seeing him like this, so mussed and unguarded, are the memories she treasures the most. Moments such as these that don’t require words, just a simple action of reaching out to speak volumes of comfort and longing.
She forgoes words in favor of humming her response in a low purr, laying down to nestle into his warmth once more, tucking his head against her throat and holding it here tenderly, where the beat of her heart echoes strongest and only ever for him.
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“ And I presume the terms of this agreement are obliging? ”
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[MSG - Comm. Sendak] Sir, thank you for the clarification. I do appreciate it.
[MSG - Comm. Sendak] The problem is that my assignment required that I linger longer here on Scomuris 5 than planned on.
[MSG - Comm. Sendak] Yours is now the only ship going to back to Central Hub within a phoeb. May I get a ride home with you, please?
vrepit-sa replied to your post “So... What you're saying is I can use 'this' Noodle as a sword and...”
grabby hands
you know your destiny you gangly fuck
H-how generous of you to think of me as a living weapon, Sir.
"Strongest in your field, is that right?" Sendak seems more amused at the suggestion than impressed -- as if entertaining a child, almost, which she may as well be, given how young she is in comparison -- and leans across the table somewhat, picking Zethrid apart with a shrewd and sharp-eyed stare. Then, he props an elbow up on the table, and offers a hand. A mostly friendly wager. "Show me." ( sendak vs zethrid arm wrestling competition go )
“ If the field is dirty work, absolutely. ” A smiled creeped over her face, curling her lip at the tip of her canines. She sits down roughly, taking his hand in hers. Wild eyes stare back at him——— it was interesting, admittedly nerve-wracking, to have this kind of interaction Zarkons infamous right hand man. “ Alright, but you’re asking for it. ”
Claws wrap around his, and starts to push. She thinks - for a moment - that his hand droops in her favor ; but it was just a trick of the eye as his strength kicks in, slamming her arm on the table at nigh possible angle.
Out comes a curse straight from her homeworld, rubbing her sore hand as he satisfies himself with victory. “ ... I want a rematch. ”
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