HIP.

Former government liquidator, current prospector and artifact-hunter, sometimes treasure collector and self-defender. #OC #MVRP

[HIP. @CLEANUPHIP]

Artifact hunting in the Glass Expanse; containment suit sealed tight and mask loaded up with the freshest filter he's got. There's enough spares in his backpack to last a few hours in the middle of no-man's-land... After that, he'll have to haul ass back to the ship.

[HIP. @CLEANUPHIP]

stands by and watches blinking satellites orbit a very distant moon, until it feels like they’re trying to talk to him.

[HIP. @CLEANUPHIP]

“This system’s so barren that it wouldn’t surprise me if that was the case. Haven’t seen a passing ship since we’ve entered.”

He rubs the back of his neck and wonders for a second if maybe they practice blood-magic back there... Fuck this entire place.

[𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙺𝙰. @SP4C3B1TCH]

“Nah. I decided we should really visit that sweethearts lodge on all those creepy signs we kept passing — a heart-shaped planet that’s run by a blood cult? Sign me up!”

She scoffs and ties her hair up in something messy and out of her face. Her stomach growls »

[HIP. @CLEANUPHIP]

floods the ship in almost no time.

Laika’s ship is much nicer than his, and he’s pretty sure he can credit the fact to the little viewport window settled nicely into the nook by the stove. For a moment, Hip is comfortable; food is frying in pans and boiling in pots while he +

[HIP. @CLEANUPHIP]

they’ve had to do yet. It’ll be cold and they’ll have to bundle up real good, but maybe all that snow’s gonna make tracking just a little bit easier. He’s trying to stay looking on the bright side of things.

[HIP. @CLEANUPHIP]

Hip watches her for a minute before he’s up on his feet doing the same thing, only sitting back down to lace up thick leather boots.

“Are we still on course?”

His body shudders at the thought of Satyr X and the psyched out chromehead hiding on it. It’ll be the hardest thing +

[𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙺𝙰. @SP4C3B1TCH]

“Alright,” she squints, looking him over as if she didn’t quite believe him all the way.

She presses a kiss to his shoulder before rising from the bed to find something clean to put on.

[HIP. @CLEANUPHIP]

“No, no,” his hand waves dismissively while he sits up and swings half of himself off of the bed.

“If I had spent a second or two longer, maybe. This is good.”

[𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙺𝙰. @SP4C3B1TCH]

He is burning up, it makes her frown.

“You ain’t gonna die on me are you? I can get us to a doc.”

She starts to get off him, worried he’ll overheat.

[HIP. @CLEANUPHIP]

“Yeah, but I think I’m on the up. Lungs don’t feel like rocks anymore.”

Hip’s still burning up, minus all the hacking and wheezing. A good day of steady hydration should have him back to normal.

[𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙺𝙰. @SP4C3B1TCH]

“Still feelin��� under the smog?”

A softer smile as his kisses land, fingers sliding up to card through his hair, pressing the back of her palm to his forehead for a temp feel.

[HIP. @CLEANUPHIP]

“Of just layin’ here,” he yawns out and lurches forward to kiss up on her some.

“I’m too tired lately.”

[𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙺𝙰. @SP4C3B1TCH]

“Five more minutes of what exactly?”

Pulling away to deprive him ... and to get a look at that desperate little look on his face. Yum.

But then she gives in, dropping her mouth to his.

[HIP. @CLEANUPHIP]

“Five more minutes.”

He groans quietly, then it turns into laughter once she starts up the licking. His face turns to try to catch her tongue against his lips, almost desperate.

[𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙺𝙰. @SP4C3B1TCH]

She doesn’t even notice, she’s too busy licking a stripe up his warm, sleepy cheek.

“Wake up, lunkhead!”

[HIP. @CLEANUPHIP]

Real helpful alright.

Hip gives her a little squeeze, his arms lurking up around her frame; sneaky-like. Gonna try to flip positions and take her back…

[𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙺𝙰. @SP4C3B1TCH]

Just trying to be helpful.

A shriek of surprised laughter as she tumbles down on top of him.

[HIP. @CLEANUPHIP]

Joke’s on Laika, that feels good.

Reaching out to yank her down on the mattress by a leg.

[𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙺𝙰. @SP4C3B1TCH]

Dumping the remainder of her water on him.

[HIP. @CLEANUPHIP]

Can’t wake up…

[HIP. @CLEANUPHIP]

@SP4C3B1TCH be okay after a little bit of medical attention— he wasn’t stuck in the patch too long and it’s not contagious, so no need for quarantine.

[HIP. @CLEANUPHIP]

Yes please, bring the first aid kit with you.

I’m really more just a little shook up than anything.

[𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙺𝙰. @SP4C3B1TCH]

Do you need me to come attend to you?

[HIP. @CLEANUPHIP]

@SP4C3B1TCH Hip takes a seat on the hard ground and plants his back against a rock, coughing and wheezing up a storm through his respirator. Hands reach up to tug it off and ease a bit of the discomfort. She should be able to hear him from where she’s at.

He’s worried too. Things should +

[HIP. @CLEANUPHIP]

hype. It was decent, but give him a regular cow any time of the day.

“Outfitted for a mean ass-kickin’ too.”

[HIP. @CLEANUPHIP]

No worries at all, he’s scarfing his down just the same. He nods along and two-hands the stick for maximum bite efficiency.

“That’s a good idea. We probably should. Wouldn’t want to get caught sitting in my old bucket…”

He’s tried it once or twice, but he never got all the +

[𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙺𝙰. @SP4C3B1TCH]

She grins and chews hers without an ounce of couth. She wipes at the grease on her face with a gloved hand.

“Do you think we should take my ship? I mean it’s already outfitted with enough ammunition and weapons to take over a small planet.”

Fuck. Now she’s thirsty. »