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[She's quiet for a moment, but then she untangles herself from his arms and sits up to face him.]
I'll be careful, and so will you, and likewise, we'll keep each other informed as to what we're getting up to. And most importantly: If anything happens to either of us, it's not the other's fault. Those are the new terms of our alliance. Got it?
[It's not a negotiation.]
I mean it, Haymitch. No matter what happens, I'm not forty-seven.
I'll be careful, and so will you, and likewise, we'll keep each other informed as to what we're getting up to. And most importantly: If anything happens to either of us, it's not the other's fault. Those are the new terms of our alliance. Got it?
[It's not a negotiation.]
I mean it, Haymitch. No matter what happens, I'm not forty-seven.
[She gives him a nod. It's settled. Trying is good enough for now.]
My brother would like you. That's saying something.
[She's maybe the first man he's slept with that Wayne might actually get along with. She's not sure what that says about this bizarre situation she's found herself in.]
My brother would like you. That's saying something.
[She's maybe the first man he's slept with that Wayne might actually get along with. She's not sure what that says about this bizarre situation she's found herself in.]
Yeah?
[He hadn't even known she'd had a brother. He doesn't know a lot about her, he realizes, and that seems grossly unfair right now. His hand drifts up, slipping beneath her shirt-- not for a grope, but just to brush his fingers against bare skin.]
What's he like?
[He hadn't even known she'd had a brother. He doesn't know a lot about her, he realizes, and that seems grossly unfair right now. His hand drifts up, slipping beneath her shirt-- not for a grope, but just to brush his fingers against bare skin.]
What's he like?
[She grins.]
My big brother is the best man you'll ever meet, is what he's like. He's the toughest guy in Letterkenny, and he pert near runs the town, though he'd never admit to that sort of self-importance.
[Her smile drops for just a second as she licks her lips. She's been trying not to think about Wayne much. He's likely broken more than a few bones trying to track her down.]
Some worm pickers were giving us trouble some years back. Kept coming through the farm at night, trampling on the beans, causing a fuss. He dug a crop of holes, six foot deep, and dropped a skunk in each one. Didn't have any trouble with worm pickers after that.
[...]
That's what we get up to back home. We've got a farm... Though I'd gone off to try modeling in the city before ending up here.
My big brother is the best man you'll ever meet, is what he's like. He's the toughest guy in Letterkenny, and he pert near runs the town, though he'd never admit to that sort of self-importance.
[Her smile drops for just a second as she licks her lips. She's been trying not to think about Wayne much. He's likely broken more than a few bones trying to track her down.]
Some worm pickers were giving us trouble some years back. Kept coming through the farm at night, trampling on the beans, causing a fuss. He dug a crop of holes, six foot deep, and dropped a skunk in each one. Didn't have any trouble with worm pickers after that.
[...]
That's what we get up to back home. We've got a farm... Though I'd gone off to try modeling in the city before ending up here.
Bet you'd make a good one.
[He says it as he strokes a thumb against the curve of her stomach.]
I keep geese. Not a farm-- I told you, we were a mining family-- but I at least know what it is to go around an do chores.
Unless you left all that to your brother.
[He's teasing.]
[He says it as he strokes a thumb against the curve of her stomach.]
I keep geese. Not a farm-- I told you, we were a mining family-- but I at least know what it is to go around an do chores.
Unless you left all that to your brother.
[He's teasing.]
I do. It's boring as shit, though. A monkey could do it. Plus, I'm like to miss sledding season at this rate.
[Again, priorities, but there's not much money in it either, truth be told. She whumps a fist against his chest at the tease.]
I do my share. I'm no slouch.
[But it's not as if she wants to work on the farm forever, hence the attempt at modeling. It was worth a shot, even if it isn't bound to stick.]
Geese, huh? Couldn't've picked a finer animal to raise, if you want my opinion. You know, the mutants down at the golf club wanted to oil up the Canadian goose eggs so they wouldn't hatch and shit all over the course. We rose such a fuss we got 'em to scrap that stupid fucking plan, though.
[skips ahead in her timeline a little but if they can't bond over their mutual love of geese then what's the fucking point]
[Again, priorities, but there's not much money in it either, truth be told. She whumps a fist against his chest at the tease.]
I do my share. I'm no slouch.
[But it's not as if she wants to work on the farm forever, hence the attempt at modeling. It was worth a shot, even if it isn't bound to stick.]
Geese, huh? Couldn't've picked a finer animal to raise, if you want my opinion. You know, the mutants down at the golf club wanted to oil up the Canadian goose eggs so they wouldn't hatch and shit all over the course. We rose such a fuss we got 'em to scrap that stupid fucking plan, though.
[skips ahead in her timeline a little but if they can't bond over their mutual love of geese then what's the fucking point]
Course they did. Can't have their pretty courses all dirtied up, right?
[Turns out the golf club and Capitolites have a few things in common.]
They're pretty okay, though.
[It's nice to have something to care for, truthfully, and they're a hell of a lot better than a guard dog when it comes to telling him if anyone's nearby.]
So what animals do you keep, Miss Katy? Cuz, see-- right now I know about three things about, which isn't nearly even enough, given how much you know about me.
[Turns out the golf club and Capitolites have a few things in common.]
They're pretty okay, though.
[It's nice to have something to care for, truthfully, and they're a hell of a lot better than a guard dog when it comes to telling him if anyone's nearby.]
So what animals do you keep, Miss Katy? Cuz, see-- right now I know about three things about, which isn't nearly even enough, given how much you know about me.
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[She laughs.]
Chickens and cows, mostly. Barn cats if you count 'em. Wayne's got a pit mix named Gus and I've got a German shepherd called Stormy. We breed her when we're able, but she's got a nasty habit of trying to kill her studs.
[She shrugs as if that's just one of those problems everyone understands.]
But all that's nothing to get too excited over. Not much goes on in Letterkenny. I've got my brother, we've got our friends, and that's that.
[She's boring, all things considered. She's lucky in that respect.]
Chickens and cows, mostly. Barn cats if you count 'em. Wayne's got a pit mix named Gus and I've got a German shepherd called Stormy. We breed her when we're able, but she's got a nasty habit of trying to kill her studs.
[She shrugs as if that's just one of those problems everyone understands.]
But all that's nothing to get too excited over. Not much goes on in Letterkenny. I've got my brother, we've got our friends, and that's that.
[She's boring, all things considered. She's lucky in that respect.]
And you, walking around kicking people when they annoy you.
[It sounds nice, honestly. Peaceful. Boring, but there are worse things than to be bored.]
Mm. You sleeping here tonight?
[Because he can't stay up for much longer, not with alcohol and a soft pillow luring him into a doze.]
[It sounds nice, honestly. Peaceful. Boring, but there are worse things than to be bored.]
Mm. You sleeping here tonight?
[Because he can't stay up for much longer, not with alcohol and a soft pillow luring him into a doze.]
You're damn right. That was far from the first box I've kicked.
[It's her signature move. And as to his question:]
If it'll make you feel better.
[But she pats his chest and slides out of bed.]
I'd better let Tonbo know where I'll be. He's a worrier. Where's your clamshell? I'll let myself back in.
[It's her signature move. And as to his question:]
If it'll make you feel better.
[But she pats his chest and slides out of bed.]
I'd better let Tonbo know where I'll be. He's a worrier. Where's your clamshell? I'll let myself back in.
Over and out.
[She slips on her shoes and turns to leave, but pauses in the doorway to shoot him a very serious glare.]
And if I come back to find you horizontal anywhere but the bed, so help me god, I will fight you.
[She holds up a finger.]
Don't fucking test me, Haymitch.
[She slips on her shoes and turns to leave, but pauses in the doorway to shoot him a very serious glare.]
And if I come back to find you horizontal anywhere but the bed, so help me god, I will fight you.
[She holds up a finger.]
Don't fucking test me, Haymitch.
[She grins and gives him the big eyes, as Wayne would call it. She lifts off the wall to let her bikini swimmy undies fall to the floor, which coincidentally lets her roll her body against his.]
I've been disappointed too many times to put the cart before the horse.
[Her fingers slide under his shirt to splay over his stomach.]
But you wouldn't be here if I didn't have faith in you.
I've been disappointed too many times to put the cart before the horse.
[Her fingers slide under his shirt to splay over his stomach.]
But you wouldn't be here if I didn't have faith in you.
That's what I thought.
[Her fingers are a delightful tease against his stomach, but he's got a debt to settle first. Kneeling on the chilly tile, he runs rough hands up her thighs, over the swell of her hips . . . she's undressed, but he likes taking his time with her. She's clearly only dated those around her age range, and that's well and good, but rushing just so he can stick his dick in her isn't cute when you're past, say, 19.]
Over my shoulder.
[It's a soft command, and he gives her only a moment to brace before he's prying her legs apart, pulling one over his shoulder so he can rub two fingers up against her cunt.]
[Her fingers are a delightful tease against his stomach, but he's got a debt to settle first. Kneeling on the chilly tile, he runs rough hands up her thighs, over the swell of her hips . . . she's undressed, but he likes taking his time with her. She's clearly only dated those around her age range, and that's well and good, but rushing just so he can stick his dick in her isn't cute when you're past, say, 19.]
Over my shoulder.
[It's a soft command, and he gives her only a moment to brace before he's prying her legs apart, pulling one over his shoulder so he can rub two fingers up against her cunt.]
[He's a lot less disturbed this time around, but that doesn't mean he's okay. Just numb, really, but he's going to try and keep to this one bottle tonight. It's not hard to find Katy-- he mostly just hangs in his doorframe til he spots her, then jerks his head-- and he gives her a long look once the door is closed.]
First of all . . .
[Hm.]
That was pretty good, that word unscrambling.
First of all . . .
[Hm.]
That was pretty good, that word unscrambling.
[Yeah, yeah. She here, ready to answer for her aphro crimes.
In a minute, though. She'll just bask in the last few minutes of that buzz as she drops herself onto his couch.]
I'm the reigning champ of the Letterkenny Spelling Bee. Nine years running.
[Stewart beat her last year, but we do not speak of such things. No one needs to know that she's been wrongfully unseated from her throne.]
Drinking, fucking, and spelling. Now you've seen all my skills.
In a minute, though. She'll just bask in the last few minutes of that buzz as she drops herself onto his couch.]
I'm the reigning champ of the Letterkenny Spelling Bee. Nine years running.
[Stewart beat her last year, but we do not speak of such things. No one needs to know that she's been wrongfully unseated from her throne.]
Drinking, fucking, and spelling. Now you've seen all my skills.
I'm impressed.
[It really was a pretty remarkable bit of solving. More than he expected-- not because he underestimated her, necessarily, but who thinks of that as a skill?
That said: he stares at her with his head tipped just slightly, waiting for a response.]
You got anything else you wanna say for yourself?
[It really was a pretty remarkable bit of solving. More than he expected-- not because he underestimated her, necessarily, but who thinks of that as a skill?
That said: he stares at her with his head tipped just slightly, waiting for a response.]
You got anything else you wanna say for yourself?
Good. You should be.
[But if she doesn't light right up as he says that. Approval is her favorite thing.
As for the rest: He's gotta be talking about aphro crimes, which she stands by, so. She bites back a smile, ducking down just a hair to give him the "who, me?" eyes.]
Are you upset with me?
[But if she doesn't light right up as he says that. Approval is her favorite thing.
As for the rest: He's gotta be talking about aphro crimes, which she stands by, so. She bites back a smile, ducking down just a hair to give him the "who, me?" eyes.]
Are you upset with me?
[He lets that hang in the air for a long few seconds, her with her big eyes and faux-innocent expression. He really shouldn't give in to this. There's three more corpses and a fourth to follow, but honestly?
He just can't feel anything for it. Oh, he's sorry to see Aizawa go, but the other three? There's only so invested he can get. It's not a question of deliberate apathy; at this point in his life, he really just can't invest in many others, or it would kill him. Even Katy's a risk.
So yeah. They're doing this, because mourning someone you don't know, that you'd known was probably gonna die, is stupid. And who knows what next Thursday will bring? At least they've got the here and now.]
He just can't feel anything for it. Oh, he's sorry to see Aizawa go, but the other three? There's only so invested he can get. It's not a question of deliberate apathy; at this point in his life, he really just can't invest in many others, or it would kill him. Even Katy's a risk.
So yeah. They're doing this, because mourning someone you don't know, that you'd known was probably gonna die, is stupid. And who knows what next Thursday will bring? At least they've got the here and now.]
[So: he lets that hang in the air for a few seconds, just to give her time to really consider it. All at once he strides over, two large steps, so he can grab her wrist deliberately with one bare hand and hoist her up from the couch.]
Not upset.
[His voice is low, because he's been thinking about fucking her for hours.]
But you're gonna think twice about pulling a stunt like that next time.
Bend over the couch. Hands behind your back.
Not upset.
[His voice is low, because he's been thinking about fucking her for hours.]
But you're gonna think twice about pulling a stunt like that next time.
Bend over the couch. Hands behind your back.
[Here's the thing: This is the reaction Katy was shooting for, yes, but that's a far cry from being ready for it when it happens. There's the briefest flash of real panic as he yanks her off the couch, and then comes the realization of, oh, yes, actually.
This week has not been kind to either of them, and it's been plenty unkinder to a good number of others on the ship. But, that's the other thing, they have the liberty of fucking off for the night. They're okay, at least in this moment, and that's something to celebrate.
It's all she can do not to just jump him, but that'd be too easy. She wants to see where this is going, so she'll play obedient for now—though she does take her time with it, running her eyes over him like she's still making her decision before the slow, begrudging turn to do as she's told.]
This week has not been kind to either of them, and it's been plenty unkinder to a good number of others on the ship. But, that's the other thing, they have the liberty of fucking off for the night. They're okay, at least in this moment, and that's something to celebrate.
It's all she can do not to just jump him, but that'd be too easy. She wants to see where this is going, so she'll play obedient for now—though she does take her time with it, running her eyes over him like she's still making her decision before the slow, begrudging turn to do as she's told.]
[He watches her, his eyes lidded and unchanging. It's not that there isn't interest there-- god, is there ever-- but it's carefully restrained, fed out on a leash only as much as necessary. She'll break long before he does, and that's just a fact.]
Good.
[His footsteps are heavy as he comes up behind her. The pull of her shirt as she bends over exposes a strip of skin, and he drags two fingers against the small of her back, pushing her shirt up a little as he does.
Hmm. A thought occurs to him, and he adds:]
How outta it you wanna be tonight?
Good.
[His footsteps are heavy as he comes up behind her. The pull of her shirt as she bends over exposes a strip of skin, and he drags two fingers against the small of her back, pushing her shirt up a little as he does.
Hmm. A thought occurs to him, and he adds:]
How outta it you wanna be tonight?
[She makes a face back at him because, hey, they were just getting a rhythm going? For all she's been dishing out today, she's been taking ample helpings of her own medicine, so it's not like she's the only one dying over here.
But, hm. Interesting question.]
Get another special sexism present?
[NEVER FORGET THE INJUSTICES THAT HAVE BEEN DONE HERE.]
But, hm. Interesting question.]
Get another special sexism present?
[NEVER FORGET THE INJUSTICES THAT HAVE BEEN DONE HERE.]
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