*she commences to wrap her limbs around him, clinging to him like a koala and nuzzling his neck. Her smile is cheerful and guileless.* I’m so happy to see you! I’ve missed you, you know. Oh my you’re warm
You are awfully friendly today, aren’t you? Did you really miss me that much?
*He snorts as he’s held on to, unable to really move much other than stabilizing his weight.*
[ Both hands at the base of his skull, he digs his knuckles in and down along the tension at the back of his neck, trying to ignore the difficulty he’s having in opening his hands after over-exerting them. Not that it matters. The tension pulls at his shoulder-blades, and it’s all kinds of variations of tight and uncomfortable and not-quite-pain.
And Boss comes back with the drinks and the one-liner, and he thinks about laughing, but nothing’s really funny. So he eyes the man, and then the drinks, and let’s the offer hang for a beat. He could crack a joke. ]
[ He doesn’t, only moving to take the proffered cup in both hands, the shake not quite hidden in the gesture, and raises it to his lips. Its warm, and sweet, and goes down easy—and despite his bad day, he’s already feeling better…
…at least until a spasm takes his fingers and he drops the cup on the way to setting it back down, spilling caf everywhere. ]
*Boss can practically see the glint in Mereel’s eyes as he wants to crack a joke, taking all of his restraint to keep from making such a remark. Part of him wants to hear it but another part would more or less throw the drink onto the other…
Except soon enough, Mereel’s cup is partially on Boss, partially on the bench and floor. A quieter yet stronger swear comes from the commando before he stands and walks the nearest bathroom, grabbing towels by the handful and setting them on the wet areas as well as handing one to Mereel. One is kept for himself as he strips out of the caf-soaked pants, the towel now wrapped around his waist*
S’fine. Just a little work to get it out.
*Instead of sitting on the bench again, Boss is on the ground, wiping up the last few drops of the dark liquid and replacing towels in between wipes. The spill wasn’t something concerning him. The fact that Mereel had dropped it in the first place was concerning him, though.*
The higher-ups had decided against a formal, in-person briefing of the commando’s next mission and instead opted for a text document briefing. If a verbal briefing didn’t include documents that Boss could refer back to, this would have been a step up. But considering traditional briefings were verbal and contained documents that he could call upon at a moment’s notice, Boss saw this as an odd situation. Especially since his partner would be a Null.
A’den was one that Boss often compared to Scorch; full of humor but also capable of precise death and destruction. Again, the question of why Boss didn’t have his squad popped into his mind but he assumed this was the doing of Kal, wanting to get one of his sons involved in a quite literal life-or-death mission. There would be words exchanged later on at the risk of his own neck but he wasn’t about to argue with it now.
I use the excuse that I need the sugar for energy and it’s nothing to do with my massive sweet tooth.
I usually tell people that I was grown at twice the rate and didn’t have a childhood so I’m getting my sugar fix in now. Either that or they should bug off if they tell me I shouldn’t eat so much sugar.
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Without seeming to lose a single step in his walk, he saunters by and gives the Commando a good smack on the ass then after a few paces past Boss, he turns, trying to suppress the smirk on his face and calls out, "Just watching a comrades six..."
Boss doesn’t pay much attention to the approach, having grown used to it over time. But by the rather loud smack on his ass, he jumps and becomes startled and flustered, unable to say anything coherent even after James addresses him.
Boss had lost count of how many hours had passed since Mereel’s signature was last noted on the comm system. He knew better than to worry. The Null had always pulled stunts like this, going completely dark and dropping communications for days, weeks on end.
The seconds that passed by without a response over the comlink seemed to be some of the longest. In that time, seemingly all of the sensors in the cockpit went red, some flashing, some solid. All alerting the commando to the imminent danger that suddenly appeared before him. Oculus inbound, Boss knew there had to be some fancy footwork done.
[ He hangs there, watching the commando’s retreating back out the corner of his peripheral vision. ]
I don’t mope.
[ Anyone with half a working ear and no eyes can see thats not true, and hell, it’s too little and too pointless a thing to say. The man’s gone through the door and into the next room, and Mereel’s just going to hang and breathe through the spasms of pain in his forearms until his hands give out and he drops to his feet.
Part of him says pursue, but the next step is a little difficult, and the one after that not so much. So he takes a seat on the weight bench and sits there, one hand raised to massage the tension suddenly at his neck. ]
Yes, you do.
*Minutes after the commando left the room, he returns with two mugs filled with caf, a neutral expression still firmly on his face. There’s the chairs to sit on, of course. Not to mention a couch in the other room but he bypasses for all of that, opting instead to straddle and sit on the weight bench in front of Mereel, one cup in front of the other in an offering*