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[goddamngrenades]

Smut, Gen, Angst, Fluff, Anything, Everything.
PFL era, Post war, Pre Canon, AU, whichever
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[tactical_alert]

"We're not putting a still in our jaeger. Or at least, I'm not drinking whatever comes out of it. That's...creepy."

[goddamngrenades]

"Killjoy." He takes another swig. "It's tradition. It's a taste of both of us in the non sexy way."

[tactical_alert]

"I can taste my own memories just fine, and I'm sure I'll be tasting yours soon enough."

[goddamngrenades]

"This is gonna be a blast, I can already tell." He mutters, wry and dry and just on this edge of bitter.

[tactical_alert]

"I'm sorry, but is there any particular reason why I would want to celebrate with the taste of motor oil and gravel and blood in my mouth? Does that sound like celebration to you?"

[goddamngrenades]

"Because you get past that and hit champagne, hotdogs, mint and lime and seasalt. Cuz you get through the shit stuff to the good stuff. Like life. Because it's not always gonna be sunshine and rainbows or have you missed the apocalypse kind of looming in our oceans?"

[tactical_alert]

"Didn't you say it ended on the taste of lube?"

[goddamngrenades]

"That's in the middle. Before the motor oil and after the chilis and chocolate. I was...sixteen? Seventeen. THat one's me."

[tactical_alert]

"I see. Well, this will all end in coffee, at any rate."

[goddamngrenades]

"You drink a lot of coffee? Woulda thought you to be a tea man."

[tactical_alert]

"I do drink coffee. And we're going to have coffee afterward. That's why it's ending in coffee." He says it slowly. Do you understand?

[goddamngrenades]

"Mal." He screws the top onto the flask- still half full and honestly, he doesn't need more. "I'm drunk. Use small words and steps of logic. Mkay?"

[tactical_alert]

"But not drunk enough to not be able to have a coherent conversation about memory-flavoured still booze. Okay then."

[goddamngrenades]

"s'a conversation I've had a lot with Delta. He didn't get it either." He shrugs and flops over onto his side, peering at Malcolm. "Not a lotta people do till they've done a drop or three. Till they drift and it takes."

[tactical_alert]

"Then I'll understand when we drift." A shrug of his shoulders while the pot is brewing. "Because then you won't need to say anything with words, because I'll have all of your thoughts and memories."

[goddamngrenades]

"...yeah, about that." A beat. "Don't linger in them. LIke- it'll be hard but the first Drift is the roughest. You'll want to either stick in your own to revisit something important or get caught up poking around in me. Stay in the present."

[tactical_alert]

"Don't chase the rabbit. We're all taught that. But everything's still there even when you're not in the drift, right? Just a whole other life of memories and thoughts and experiences that aren't yours to flip through."

[goddamngrenades]

"Not at first. Depends on the pair. Some people get it second, third time they drift. Sometimes it never happens at all. Carolina and I didn't get that close till our sixth drop." He shrugs, reaching over to pat Mal's leg. "It'll be okay."

[tactical_alert]

"I know you get used to it and it becomes second nature. I just cannot, personally, imagine it. It seems too intimate." Ding coffee's done. What a convenient time for him to pour them some cups. "Do you want to talk it out beforehand? Do you want to fuck me instead?"

[goddamngrenades]

"..." That- what? what. He has to prop himself up on his elbows to look at him seriously for a moment and he's drunk so it's probably not the best time but. Er. "...Was that an offer? Or a question? Cuz- I mean. What do you want?"

[tactical_alert]

"It was a question, Taylor. I was asking what it was you preferred." Here, take your stupid coffee.

[goddamngrenades]

"I'm good with either?" based on if Mal actually consents or not but the words aren't coming out right and he can't articulate it all that well. "Second one only if you want it to. I mean. If you- want that? Then sure?"

[tactical_alert]

"Drink your coffee. Would you rather deal with the headache of going into a drift without anything to back it up?"

[goddamngrenades]

"No. I'd rather know something going in." He cradles the mug to his chest, shifting so he's sitting upright again, ugh. But he sips and thinks and worries that somehow he's saying the wrong thing. "What do you wanna know about me? I can start there."

[tactical_alert]

"I don't know. Tell me whatever you want to tell me, if you want to talk. So long as it doesn't have anything to do with Carolina."