โ hah โ alright, then. โ he said, more to himself than anyone else, as he continued following the other.
a brief, cautionary glance over his shoulder preceded a quickened pace, turning one corner, then another, until he found her once more.
โ you dropped these. โ
he turned the corner, catching her glance at the edge of his visor, hand on the door frame.
โ iโ โ he couldnโt help but smirk. โ where are you going? โ
She turned a beat, walking backwards to shoot him a suggestive glance to her husband before turning back. Oh he was so cute when he's putting the pieces together.
"What? I can't hear youuuu."
โ where are yoโ โ scott cut himself short when she kissed his cheek, and watched after her when she left.
then, he looked back at his sandwich. then, back at the door.
half-chewing another hurried bite, he stood and called out. โ jean, wait โ (!) โ
Chin would then rest on top of digits, giving him her full, undivided attention.
"How about you finish your lunch, drills, then come find me. Being away in space for a month had meโmissing you."
A small chuckle, walking over to peck his cheek before walking out.
his focus followed her around the table, half-forgetting about his lunch altogether.
โ mm, iโm sure youโre right. for all i know, he was telling the truth; iโll have to find forge later and ask him. โ he mused idly as he watched the other.
โ i said iโd run through some
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"Sage always being ever so blunt with those she comes across. I can't say I didn't expect this, though I don't think it'll escalate anymore this either."
Arms released his frame to allow him to finish his meal, sitting across of him with an affectionate gaze. Telepathy--
โ hm. โ
scott let himself smile, relish in the otherโs warmth for a moment, his own eyes briefly closing beneath his visor.
โ quentin was late. again. โ he began after a moment. โ blamed forge and sage, said โif i tell you why, iโd have to kill youโโฆ
โ not quite the
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"It's me, silly. I heard you had a late start with group training. Figured this is where I'd find you after."
Head to his back, radiating heat to his body as lids peacefully fell closed.
โ hmph-mhwr. โ the man mumbled through a mouthful of food.
โ ahem โ jean, โ he cleared his throat, setting the sandwich down. โ if that isnโt you, then we really need to get morph doing more fieldworkโฆ โ