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[littletonoidea]

"This is the audio log of Communications Officer Doug Eiffel of the-- previously of the U.S.S Hephaestus, leave a message and I'll see if I can bear to drag myself away from whatever utterly engaging task I must be doing to not notice my comms--"

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[littletonoidea]

I think if you just had sex you're still gonna put something on before you call me 'cos being naked to do it feels weird.

[cactusy]

Yeah. They're called clothes.

[littletonoidea]

Alright, so I'll come over now then!

[cactusy]

Bring Clue. The movie, not the lame board game.

[littletonoidea]

You know, I've never actually finished that game? The rules are so stupid.

[But there's a faint clatter in the background as he searches one-handed through his DVD crate.]

Be there soon, babe. Over and out.

[cactusy]

[Shaw is not the type to like leaving her door unlocked for long periods of time - call it a New York City habit - but after she clicks off the walkie, she gets up and undoes all the deadbolts before flopping back down onto the couch.]

[themostfun]

I love Clue.

[ Root slides her arms around Shaw once she is back on the couch, less because she wants to (though she really does want to) and more because Eiffel expects it, and she wants to both annoy him and prove him right.

And for the record, she's wearing sweats and one of Shaw's hoodies. ]

[cactusy]

Why do you think I picked it.

[Shaw mumbles - poking her in the side, but then leaning heavily against her. Internally warring against exhaustion and stir-craziness is... well. Exhausting, and also inclined to make her stir-crazy. But she also clearly hasn't been out yet today: her hair is slightly damp from a shower, so she's at least been up, but she's barefoot in sweats and a tank top.]

[themostfun]

Because you also love it.

[ Can't fool her! ]

[littletonoidea]

And there's a conveniently-timed knock on the door then, before Eiffel lets himself in, covering his eyes with the Clue DVD case. "If you guys didn't put a tie on the door just to screw with me, fair warning that I do think it's hot!"

He's wearing denim jeans that are so old they've rolled back around to basically being sweats, and his good old Star Wars shirt, but he lowers it to give them a wry grin as he closes the door.

"Hey, ladies."

[cactusy]

"I have my gun on me," says Shaw, without making any move to sit up. "I will kill you."

(At least the first part of this is true. Even while wearing sweatpants in her own cabin, she has an ankle holster on.)

[themostfun]

"She won't." Root grins at him. "Sorry to disappoint you, but we're not really in the mood to give anyone a show."

[littletonoidea]

"You wouldn't kill me." With the smug satisfaction of knowing, literally, she was forced to try and failed. "Who else is gonna give you those primo signature Doug Eiffel back crackers?"

He'll move as he's talking, setting the DVD up in the player before he goes and flops onto Shaw's other side, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

[cactusy]

Shaw cranes her neck around to shoot Root a look that is very much meant to be read as Do you see this bullshit I have to deal with?, though it's colored by the fact that she's sure Root is just going to grin smugly at her. And then Eiffel has the audacity to sit down right next to her, out of prime kicking range? Extremely rude. She makes no attempt to shove them off or extricate either of their octopus arms, but she wiggles around a little, fussily, to try to get herself into a more comfortable position within them.

(This is how you can tell that she loves you so much, guys.)

[themostfun]

Shaw is correct. Root gives her a smug grin and leans in to nuzzle her cheek.

"Comfy?" she asks Shaw. And to Eiffel, "I promise not to kiss your hand by accident.

[cactusy]

Shaw groans loudly in response to that.

[littletonoidea]

Eiffel's grin could probably be seen from space.

"What, I'm not allowed to get a little kiss too?" And he's going to make exaggerated mwah mwah noises right in Shaw's ear.

[cactusy]

Without even dignifying that with a response, she presses a palm flat to his face, giving it a good shove. (Not enough to dislodge him, of course. This is purely performative.)

Root, on the other hand, is behaving, so Shaw settles against her a little more firmly, tucking her head into the hollow of her neck as the opening credits come to a close. This is called positive and negative reinforcement, everybody.

[themostfun]

Still smug, Root leans her head against Shaw's.

"What have you been up to these days, Eiffel?"

[cactusy]

(Shaw, it should be noted, may well half-doze through the following conversation. The instant her hand drops away from Eiffel's face, she's already slumping her shoulder back into his side.)

[littletonoidea]

He grins shamelessly as his head is shoved harmlessly away, and he snickers as he gets comfy again, feeling Shaw settle cozy into him again.

"Well, with Hera gone my room's been a lot quieter, so I'm mostly keeping myself out and about, you know? Maybe even doing my job once in a while to keep me on my toes."

[themostfun]

"That sounds boring." Said with that usual little smile. "I should know. I kept myself busy while Sameen was sleeping. It was torture. Please don't do that again."

The last part is said to Shaw. Root has no confidence there won't be future comas, though.

[cactusy]

"Try my best," she mumbles - though of course, if the pattern holds, she'll be down again by April. She shifts her head on Root's shoulder so that she can press a quick kiss to the underside of her chin.

[littletonoidea]

"I do have it on official government disciplinary paperwork that I'm a menace to society at large, my team in general and myself if I'm left unsupervised," he drawls. "So I like trying to at least pretend I have something to do with my time. Think I've only been in a coma once here, too."

sneaking this in real fast

[cactusy]

"Oh, hey."

Without lifting her head, Shaw holds out her palm for Eiffel to high-five if he so chooses.

"Me, too. The menace to society, my team, and myself part."

Not the only-one-coma part, obviously.