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| Seraphina Grant | Sep 11 2010, 11:17 PM Post #21 |
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Pocket Sized Fatalities
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Fi's mouth dropped open as Tom's hand smashed a good deal of food down on the top of her head. She felt it squish into her hair, globs dropping down onto her shoulders as she failed to stop the laughter that began to bubble out from her throat. The blond tornado scooped a handful out of her hair and shoved it into the much taller mans hair. After all, it was always best to get even, if not get the better of the people you were up against. That was when Gwen called for the ceasefire and Fi stood up, still behind Tom and using his shoulders as arm rests. She giggled silently for a few moments, dropping her head so people couldn't see her. It wasn't good for her reputation to be seen doing something as inane as giggling. She kept her head down, her hair hiding her face, and bit Tom's shoulder lightly when the laughter started bubbling up again. Once a case of the giggles started it was hard to stop. She took a deep breath and lifted her head to respond, biting her lower lip a bit as her voice came out breathy. "Hotel it is Cap'n. Maybe a small resort, something out of the way without a lot of traffic," Somewhere they really could rest and relax, no fear of sudden Alliance flyby's. Somewhere no one knew them and they could maybe disappear for a few hours and no one would question. Fi's mind went to naughty places quickly and she dropped her head a bit more. "And after our duties we can share a shower and conserve water," She whispered with a grin into her favorite Pilots ear. |
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| Hunter Williams | Sep 13 2010, 07:03 PM Post #22 |
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Aerial Ace
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Rosalee Williams had been right at the brink of a full scale meltdown, something that didn't happen all to often to the bright and bubbly little girl; but kids were kids and sometimes they were just tired. But when dinner fully displayed itself across her father's face, those whimpering tears transformed into choked fits of giggles. Tear stained cheeks pulled wide into a toothy grin, hardly caring she'd taken some of the hit herself. Reaching out she plopped her hands into her father's dinner and smeared it across the chest of his shirt before turning back to throw a volley at Dr. Cora's retreating back. "It's like paintin'! You like pretty things right doc?! Rora got you good dah!" Hunter blinked. Then he blinked again. Nope, still couldn't see around the wall of food plastered to his face thanks to that throwing arm Rora had been practicing with for so darn long. He really could hardly believe it, and after having spent the last hour making the food might have been a touch irritated it wasn't going into bellies seeing as supplies were running low. Still, the crew was laughing again and they certainly needed a good bout of that. "Vacation sounds like a darn needed little jaunt to me. Relax, sleep. Stayin' outside in the sun for a good long while." He nodded while using the front of his shirt to wipe his face at least marginally clean. As Rora moved to pull his daughter away Hunter's grip on her reflexively tightened, shoulders stiffening as his head bolted around. Not a problem, just Rora. Not that he ever expected to be thinking like that... usually he was trying his damned hardest to avoid the raging hormonal lunatic that liked to regale him at every turn. But since Rosie'd been taken... she'd been actually kind of nice to him. The whole crew in fact, even Fi danced at the edge of caring around him. Between that thought and the growing protests of his daughter at the idea of a bath he had to let loose the tiniest of smiles. "Bath! But I had one already after lunch! Dah! Tell her!" Rosie squirmed in Rora's arm, trying to break free to the floor to make a good run for it. "Painters got to take a lot of baths darlin. Comes with the territory! Next time choose a better job hmm? Like me; Mechanics get to be greasy and no one questions too much!" He pulled his plate and Rosie's from the table, standing to go wash them off at the sink. They were obviously both finished. "An' Rora before I forget..." Quick as a wink Hunter's left arm hooked out as he passed behind the other mechanic, the plate of food in his hand pressing up against her face. Making sure to rub it in there good and well he finally stepped away, continuing onto the sink as if nothing had just happened. "She likes 'em better if you put in the bubbles." |
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| Aurora Carlisle | Sep 14 2010, 01:59 PM Post #23 |
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too damn pretty to die
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And just like that, all of her good rapport, good feelings toward Hunter melted away. Oh, it was on. Swiping a hand across her face, she marched after him, dropping what she'd gathered off her face down the back of his shirt, and then slapping his back, as if they were good comrades - thoroughly squishing the food under his shirt. "You got it, darlin," she told him, tossing a quick wink, a wicked smile on her lips. She turned away, feeling the grease from that night's dinner beginning to permeate her skin, making her want to crawl into a ringer to be rid of it. It was good to be attacking each other again, though, Rora thought - even though she knew he'd be getting back at her eventually, which meant she needed to watch her back. "C'mon, Cass - time to scoot!" She swept the children out of the galley and off to get their baths, while desperately needing one of her own. (sorry so short!...she had to get him back a lil bit, teehee) Edited by Aurora Carlisle, Sep 14 2010, 02:04 PM.
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