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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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[deuceoftears]

Time isn't real.

Get some sleep, Eiffel.

[Smash cut to like, twelve hours later. Voice only. That voice is hoarse and watery and still a little in shock, but like. In a good way.]

...you can say I told you so.

[littletonoidea]

[Eiffel is a lot more awake twelve hours later, and therefore has to try not to be too overly enthusiastic at the sound of good news.]

I take it by your reluctant admission that I am, truly, a genius and right about everything all the time forever no take backsies that things went...

Weeeeeeeeeell?

[deuceoftears]

[Dryly; haplessly amused by both of them.]

I'm pretty sure if one of the new guys didn't have your old key, we'd've fucked in the Engine Room.

[It was still an extremely close thing.]

[littletonoidea]

[--sorry that just flashed a very vivid image through Eiffel's mind, and his voice sounds distinctly strangled for a moment.]

U-um-- would- wait, so, if I still had the key, you would have??

[deuceoftears]

I don't know.

[Jedao would have risked it, if Gonou did. But it'll be nice when one of them has an actual bed.]

[littletonoidea]

Okay, well- um. Moving on--

[He can think about that later. Possibly in private? Who knows!]

You guys talked, it went well, hooray! I'm glad to hear it, seriously. And I'm gonna reserve my 'I told you so' 'cos this is a happy occasion and you deserve to own that.

[deuceoftears]

I don't mind. You're an easy person to be joyful with.

But also I owe you a shirt.

[littletonoidea]

[Jedao please stop changing direction. Eiffel can't help but laugh, trying not to sound affronted and failing but it's fine because he's not really offended?]

What are you doing with my clothes? I didn't think filter access meant wardrobe access!

[deuceoftears]

Yesterday you asked me to bring you a clean shirt. You were really out of it, huhn?

[littletonoidea]

...oh right. I did too, didn't I?

In my defence I got my brains severely blitzed, and also it was like four a.m., man, next time grab me in person, I'll be way more awake like that.

[This is an outright lie, but not an intentional one.]

[deuceoftears]

Do you still want it, or should I bring you something else?

[littletonoidea]

I've got clean pants, funnily enough, so if you feel like picking up a snack pack on your way here, I- don't actually know if the kitchen's clear for duty yet and I'm starving.

[deuceoftears]

I can do that.

See you soon, Eiffel.

[littletonoidea]

Thank you booooo.

[He's still in the Infirmary when Jedao comes and finds him, but he's also just sitting on his rumpled bed, wearing jeans that are somehow both extremely old and half a size too big, and pulling on high-tops to lace up. He's not wearing a shirt yet, fully anticipating the fresh one from Jedao, so he's rocking a little bit of tum with a comfortable level of body fat, his hair a short crop of curls again and bright ginger hair scattered across his chest and stomach to match his forearms.]

[deuceoftears]

[Curls, says Jedao's brain unhelpfully. Bonus curls. He wants to rub his face on Eiffel's chest like a cat. He sets the shirt on the bed instead.]

Feeling a little better?

[littletonoidea]

Jedao's presence pulls a grin from Eiffel as he looks up at his friend.

"Well, on a scale from 'peak human performance' to 'frostbitten box of Hot Pockets from the back of the Walmart mini-freezer', I'm coasting somewhere around 'post-bender hangover'."

Which he knows means little to nothing to Jedao, but the fact he's got enough brain cells to rub together to make a reference is probably a good thing. He reaches over to grab the shirt, still moving a little slowly, and doesn't bother unfolding it before he shoves an arm into it. Which immediately ends up in the neck hole.

[deuceoftears]

"....indeed. Shall I valet, sir?" Jedao asks, covering up most of his amusement with a silly fancy accent.

[littletonoidea]

"Thank you, Jeeves, that will be all," he says in a pompous twit-y English accent, but he's not making any actual moves to dismiss Jedao. He just finds the right hole for his arm and pulls his shirt on properly. No more hair for Jedao to ogle, not that Eiffel noticed.

He's still a little uneven when he gets to his feet, and he's forgotten to properly lace one shoe, but he's good. "Alright, so. Do we have any real grub yet?"

[deuceoftears]

"Some. Here."

It is one of the sandwich boxes, but it's being re-used; Jedao filled it with some bacon and hash browns from the cafeteria, still reasonably warm, plus a wrinkly olive-green orange.

[littletonoidea]

Just the sight of the lunchbox is enough to get a happy little grin out of Eiffel, but when he takes it and opens it his eyes light up.

"You got me bacon!" He actually sounds kind of touched, and he's immediately pulling a piece out to crunch on, adding with his mouth half full, "God, I could kiss you."

[deuceoftears]

"Not with food in your mouth, you're not," Jedao says dryly, which isn't that incriminating, right?

[littletonoidea]

No look clearly this is just banter, why would it be any deeper than that?

"What, you haven't been missing my bacon-berry kisses?" Okay that was a stretch, especially since Jedao absolutely won't know that one, but he's still grinning. "Besides, shouldn't you be saving them for Gonou?"

[deuceoftears]

Jedao makes a hilariously revolted face at the thought of a kiss contaminated by two different foods, regardless of the reference, reflexively scrunching his face up; it's possibly even funnier just how fast the expression melts into a dopey smitten smile at the mention of Gonou.

"I'll always have enough kisses for him," Jedao says, like an idiot.

[littletonoidea]

The first face makes Eiffel snicker victoriously, but the second makes him grin right back, soft and sincerely pleased.

"We should get moving before the docs start charging rent, my hospital bill's already turning into a blood debt," he says dryly, leading the way out of the infirmary, "But I wanna hear aaaaall about you and Gonou sitting in a tree. You look like Cupid kicked your ass."

[deuceoftears]

"....trees don't look comfortable to sit in," Jedao announces dubiously, getting the door for him. Not that he has any experience with trees, besides the crabapples and the island with dinosaurs.