@Otravitor months ago. Usually? Snacks and field foods- something quick, just enough to keep her going, and only that.
She wasn't near as brolic as she had been when they'd first met, either- an observation which would only feed the fact that Silvia hadn't been eating as much as she +
Headbutt's had been a consistent form of Silvia's affection- a physical reminder that someone else was there, when physical presence wasn't always guaranteed. Most Spartans ran their shielding over their bodies in full, instead of cutting off aspects- in Silvia's case, +
the pocket of her shoulders, the soles of her feet, her hands and the jaw of her helmet. All in the name of control.
At least she wasn't in armor, for this, save for the lower half that seemed like it would never come off.
"You'd rather lay on a table for afew hours?"
The +
@whiskeyfueIed_ Unfortunately, Silvia didn't have too much experience with the Banished. They popped up from time to time, mostly on fringe colonies, but it still wasn't often enough for her to justify... Whatever it was, she really did.
"Combat has a way of agin' people," she replied, +
@Otravitor S q u e a k.
Silvia let out a grumble, sparking the cancer left in the corner of her mouth and carefully planting Faite's cigar between her lips.
Then she leaned forward... Another indirect kiss. How often would they play this game with eachother?
"Damned fool."
Completely ignoring the recommendation- Silvia leaned her head into Faite's pinch, crossing her arms in the meantime.
"...that what it is?"
She didn't sound convinced.
"You should. Your records definitely need an update. Specifically on your medicine and stocking up on additionals."
Rubbing her head.
"I over exerted my energy. You are going to burn me out like last time.. Jeez.. Always making my cheeks go pink.."
Pinching Silvia's cheek.
@Otravitor A blindfold, maybe? Odds were, though, she'd simply compartmentalized the task- it was no different to cutting the clothes off of a heat casualty and wrapping them in a cold, wet sheet.
Nope. No different at all. Totally...
Perhaps she was desperate to get Faite's game to +
Slowly, the Spartan nodded her head- leaning toward her Commandant with only a slight hesitation. She even carefully wrapped her left hand around Faite's forearm in a gentle attempt to hold the snow-white blonde's hand in place.
Don't let her go again, Faite. That'd be a +
Faite was willing to risk that to get her point across. The only thing standing in her way was Silvia making up her mind. And she's as broken as Faite is, just much more worse now than she previously was before.
And Faite wants to change that.
A horrible idea to taunt her- suggesting that she could be out-drank by a 'reg.
As for the days off? Maybe someone else would make use of them- but for Silvia, days off were just a day to spend thinking, and remembering everything she'd rather forget.
No thanks.
The Gamma +
+actual real drinks, I'm sure one of them will even knock you on your hardened ass"
Probably a bad idea to taunt her, but old habits die hard
"Of course you don't have to, you can do whatever you want with your time off"
He had already started walking away
@whiskeyfueIed_ "Don't know... If I got paid to figure out what made 'em tick, I'd probably be stuck behind a desk somewhere."
Ironic, considering she was stuck behind a workbench- but that was her own doing. Silvia could easily offload down equipment to the actual maintenance shops, she just +