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[goddamngrenades]

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

"Good to know," Wash replies. He can stash the apples and oranges then, and eat the rest over the next couple of days.

He nearly chokes on the banana when York says that. Out loud. He scowls at the hologram. "C'mon. Don't say stuff like that. In public."

[goddamngrenades]

"Woah- hey!" The hologram slides from over York's shoulder to stand on the table, head cocked to the side. "You were seriously considering the logistics of putting that whole thing in your mouth- I was just saying I don't think your gag reflex can manage."

[notyourrookie]

Maine is giving that rumbling noise that Wash knows is laughter and doesn't even have the grace to try to hide it. Wash huffs and stares down at the hologram again. "I was going to bite bits off!" he protests. His cheeks heat up. "You don't know anything about my gag reflex and-" he glares up at Maine. It just makes him laugh more.

[goddamngrenades]

A flicker, a tickle, a little flare in the neural lace. "I suppose I could repress it but, uh, guy. That'd make it a threesome not a twosome and I don't know you that well yet."

That's a third date thing he's pretty sure.

[notyourrookie]

Wash groans and drops his head to the table, covering it with his arms. He is going to die. He is going to die right here on this table because he is going to burn up from mortification.

"Leave me here to die."

[goddamngrenades]

"Pretty sure that'd drop us down the leaderboard to, I dunno, under Florida." Who's scary in ways he can't articulate. "Come on, eat your banana. You got low blood sugar, that'll mess with you."

[notyourrookie]

He winces at that. Florida creeps him out in a way he can't really describe. He's perfectly pleasant, cheerful, everything that should be reassuring. And yet...

He pushes himself up and reaches for the banana again. "Fine. Because you asked nicely."

[goddamngrenades]

"See it's not the end of the world. It's just fruit." Everything is fine, the banana is tasty, the kid is healthy.

[notyourrookie]

"I can't believe I'm having a discussion about fruit with a highly advanced AI," Wash mutters as he finishes off the banana.

[goddamngrenades]

"Hey, sine of us can't taste." Which he misses- wants? He can't mix anything he's never had a mouth.

Weird.

"Look, go grab some protein, we'll be hitting the gym later."

[notyourrookie]

"Man, that sucks," Wash says, grimacing. He likes taste. He loves the candy he gets 479er to smuggle in when she goes on supply runs. Especially the ones sour enough to make his lips numb.

"We hit the gym every day," he says, but does as York suggests.

[goddamngrenades]

"Trash, but this time? You got me. Come on, a few reps, some range time, a spar or two with Connie and well be good." They are gonna show off.

[notyourrookie]

"Fine," Wash says, rolling his eyes. Can the AI feel that? Probably. At least he'll probably feel the sentiment behind it. "Was planning to go down anyway."

[goddamngrenades]

"Don't do that, it's not cute." York mutters. "Then we have our exhibition for whatever the Director wants us to do."

[notyourrookie]

"Lies. I am super cute," Wash says, grinning at the sour tone of York's voice. Maine snorted into his coffee. "Yeah. He'll probably have something he expects me to fail."

[goddamngrenades]

"Well your face is symmetrical and you have the big eye thing going for you so, I guess?" He's an AI, he's got a rough understanding at best of what makes a person 'cute'.

[beforeblue]

"I... I will take that as a compliment." He has never really thought about the rules of what makes someone attractive. He's never really considered that he has big eyes either so...

[goddamngrenades]

"You should. Come on, Wash, protein. Peanut butter bars or something." They're gonna be swolemates, they gotta do this right.

[notyourrookie]

He grumbles at that. Really, is York gonna be like his mother? But stands up and goes back to the food bar to grab some protein. They have eggs, or something that looks like eggs, and slices of meat, and he grabs a couple of protein bars for good measure.

[goddamngrenades]

"Reconstituted eggs. Real but from a powder, should get you all the same nutrients and benefits of real eggs with half the storage space and weight of actual ones." A beat. "They probably have a weird texture, huh?"

[notyourrookie]

"Like rubber," Wash says, grimacing. "They're way too chewy to be real eggs and I've never been sure how you turn eggs into a powder anyway."

[goddamngrenades]

"Dehydration. Same as the terrible coffee and the powdered milk." Probably explains the texture too, honestly.

[notyourrookie]

"It's still gross and unnatural," he protests. Eggs should not be dehydrated. Whoever had created them was a sadist.

[goddamngrenades]

"I'll get right on changing that for you." The rough cant of York's helmet gives the impression of rolled eyes. "I know I'm awesome but I'm not that awesome. Some shit I can't change."

[notyourrookie]

He fills his plate anyway and grins at the hologram. "Wow, delusions of grandeur there."