OPEN RP PART II: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

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[pygalgia]

Yeah thanks, Commander Kruge, I got that.

[But he may be unfolding himself from his carefully chosen hiding spot, dragging his tools out with him. Technically he hadn't initially crawled up into one of Moya's auxiliary access channels for the sake of hiding from Aeryn, but it'd ended up being a nice secondary benefit--

It doesn't take too long to find her. He turns exactly one S-curve through Moya and there she is. He already has his hands up.]

Truce?

[febrile]

[She turns slowly on her heel to face him, arms lax, fingers not-- and says nothing aside from angling her chin towards him, brow cocked, stare level. Truce: you sure you want to chance that, John?]

[pygalgia]

[Well when you put it that way--

He gives her an open look and a cocked eyebrow right back. Ball's in your court, Aeryn.]

[febrile]

Next planet, you pay for the parts I need to fix this. [Not that it means much when they all share the same collective funds.

And provided they ever find another planet before starving to death. Or worse.]

[pygalgia]

Deal. [He drops the supplicating gesture, takes three steps in her direction, and offers his right handout to shake on it. Might as well make it official, right?

The satisfied grin probably isn't helping his case, but y'know. It's not every day he gets his way.]

[febrile]

[Two long beats with no move to accept his hand might make it seem like Aeryn's about to reject the offer and knock him upside the head, but the quizzical glance he gets after one thorough inspection of the offered hand ought to cue him in on the fact that she just doesn't get it.

Peacekeepers: make treaties with weapons, salute to say hello, what are you holding your hand out for, John, she has nothing to give you.]

What.

[pygalgia]

What 'what'? [He looks between their hands, back to her - shakes his hand slightly in a vaguely insistent gesture.]

Are you kidding me-- [Get outta here with your ridiculous space crap, Aeryn. He catches her wrist with his spare hand, bringing it up so he can take her right hand in his. Grasps it firmly.] There. Deal.

[febrile]

Okay. Sure. [You and your ridiculous Earth dren, John. Her face scrunches up when he presses his hands over hers, but the contact's nice enough on its own and she's not complaining.

Doesn't pull her hand away once it's done-- and not just because she has no idea how long is long enough.]

Just don't do it again. Ever.

Or I'll kill you.

[pygalgia]

[He knows how long handshakes usually last but he's not letting go either. Two idiots standing in the middle of a lower level corridor holding hands.

John flashes a grin. Pretty sure she said that the last time too.]

Sure.

[febrile]

I'm serious, John. [No, really, she isn't. But in the face of a bright-eyed grin like that it's the only shot at posturing she has left. Humans.]

[pygalgia]

No, I know. [He's schooling his grin - badly, but still making the attempt. His thumb slides absently across the back of her hand.] Me too. Deadly serious.

[febrile]

[There's a low little noise at the back of her throat when he scuffs the pad of his thumb across her knuckles. Soft. Mostly skeptical.

She leans in closer.] The only time you're deadly is when you're in that machine of yours.

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[pygalgia]

[He mirrors her, shifting his weight gently to the balls of his feet. With his grip on her hand steady, John draws his elbow back slightly. Chokes up on the distance between them.]

Are you calling my module a death trap?

[febrile]

Either that or your piloting. [There's a certain (read: rare) lightness to her tone that isn't normally present in the majority of Aeryn's conversations when he pulls at the space between. A slight angle to the curve of her mouth as she goes along with it.

Ruins the insult, really.]

[pygalgia]

Yeah? [It's spoken from the corner of his mouth in the thin space between them, noses almost touching. He imagine it sounds about three hundred percent cowboy.

And then he lets go of her hand. Rocks back on his heels.]

Keep talking like that and I won't help you install the new equipment we pick up.

[febrile]

[Her smile widens. Chin tilts off to the side so that her brow drops down over the top of her eyes. Whatever space he takes or surrenders, he keeps.]

You say that like I can't make you.

[pygalgia]

What're you gonna do, put a gun to my head?

[Actually-- yeah probably.]

[febrile]

[She unlatches her pulse pistol, leather scratching against metal just before she frees it and holds it upright on display. Winona, say hello to your twin.]

I do accommodate special requests.

[pygalgia]

Hono, no, no-- [He reaches for her wrist against, though doesn't actually touch her: fingers hovering just shy of her arm, the gun.]

Didn't your Peacekeeper drill sergeant ever tell you not to point that thing at anything you don't want to hit?

[febrile]

Of course they did. [Don't be silly, John. It was the first thing they learned as children.

But even without his fingers on her, Aeryn grants him a little spare relief when she lets her grip go lax so the pistol turns loose around her forefinger.]

Show me what you did to your module. [Because they've got a truce up and she wants to know just how much damage he's done-- and because if they stand here like this any longer losing breathing room they're going to have to shut off their comms.]

[pygalgia]

[Eight magic words. The fact that her hand isn't wrapped around the grip of the pistol anymore helps too, but mostly it's the part where she's showing interest, however minimal. Sure, it might be vest interest (can't know what he took without getting a solid look at what he's patched in), but he'll take what he can get.

There's that grin again.]

Sure, I'll show it to you.

[He flashes her a pointed look, drops his hand and swings around to lead the way to the bay. Just don't crack him in skull while he has his back turned, Aeryn.]