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day 79 misfire

[solkoroleva]

FROM: starkov.alina@cdc.org
TO: brooksjr.barnaby@cdc.org

He did save me from having to talk about your balls.

Even that feels awkward to say.

[mousquetaire]

[ He will just look up, turn to face her, and stare across the room at her.

Seriously, Alina? Who are you even talking to? ]

[solkoroleva]

[ Well. He wanted to see her?

It takes her a minute to notice d'Artagnan staring, and when she finally does she frowns. ]

Is there something wrong? [ She asks, self-consciously touching her hair. ]

[mousquetaire]

[ He just keeps staring. Then, after a moment: ]

Who are you talking to about my balls?

[ The why is also implicit here... ]

[solkoroleva]

[ ...... ]

Excuse me?

Talking about your what? [ Her cheeks have never been more red in her life. ]

[mousquetaire]

[ He's looking at her like he doesn't know whether to be embarrassed or start laughing. ]

Well, you're the one who said it! Look!

[ He tosses the blackglass over to her, with that message still on the screen. ]

[solkoroleva]

[ She catches the device, looking at the message... ]

Medicine balls!

I was talking about the ones red has! And that was supposed to go to Bunny. [ BLUSHING SO MUCH INTERNAL SCREAMING

She tosses that back to d'Artagnan, no longer looking at him. ]

I wasn't talking about your......!!!

Saints above, d'Artagnan!

[mousquetaire]

[ Oh.

Well that, on the one hand, is definitely embarrassing. On the other hand, it's even more funny. He tries to hold it back, but doesn't succeed, and ends up sitting back and laughing heartily. ]

You know, you really ought to specify.

God, I'm so sorry. Medicine balls. Obviously.

[solkoroleva]

[ Alina stares at him. Then presses her lips in a tight line before reaching over to hit his arm. ]

It wasn't meant for you! He knew what I was talking about.

...

Stop laughing so much!

[mousquetaire]

Wh - hey! That hurt.

[ Which he says, even though he keeps laughing, and then he points at the blackglass. ]

You have to admit it's funny.

You should see the look on your face.

[solkoroleva]

[ She's not apologizing!! She ffolds her arms over her chest and glares at him. ]

You're the one climbing in Jack's ball.

Are you all better, by the way?

[mousquetaire]

[ That makes him halt for a second.

Still rolling with it, though. He holds up a hand. ]

No, no no. I already got into it, which is why I'm better.

The white stuff was disgusting, just so that you know.

[solkoroleva]

I got that message.

It was extremely uncomfortable. Just like this moment. Just like this day.

[mousquetaire]

[ And, back to laughing again. ]

I'm sorry. This is terrible, I shouldn't--

Come on. You don't find it the slightest bit funny?

[solkoroleva]

Yes.

But that doesn't make you stop laughing. [ She shoves him lightly. ]

[mousquetaire]

[ He manages to restrain himself to a grin.

Which is still directed right at her. Sorry. ]

Who is Bunny, anyway? One of the Reds?

[solkoroleva]

He is. [ She finally smiles, relenting some of her annoyance at him. The punching helped. ]

He's close to Kotetsu.

[mousquetaire]

Oh.

[ A small pause. ]

Are you talking about Barnaby? I see them together all the time.

[solkoroleva]

I was talking about them, yes.

They're kind of cute, aren't that?

[mousquetaire]

[ He frowns, not sure what she means by that at first. Then understanding lights his eyes. ]

Oh. I didn't realise they were together.

[ Leaning back, d'Artagnan shakes his head, smiling a little wryly. ]

I just found out about Garrus and Noh-Varr, too. There's a lot of romance in the air at the moment, it seems.

[solkoroleva]

[ Alina laughs at his reaction. ]

They're not. But they will be. [ She knows they will. They might as well be already. ]

I think they've been trying not to be too braggy about it. There is a lot of love in Neheda, though.

[mousquetaire]

[ His smile widens, and a brow lifts at her. ]

I suppose you would know best of all. They're friends of yours?

Kotetsu and...Bunny. [ A pause. ] I'm sorry, there's no way I can call him that.

[solkoroleva]

[ She nods her head. ] Remember that mission I went on in Sector R? They were there. I think that's really where we started to be good friends... [ Where all of it really began.

But he talks of Bunny and she can't help but laugh. ]

Why not? He answers to it.

[mousquetaire]

[ He looks dubious, but also close to laughing again. Barnaby had come across as so serious to him. And respectable.

And he answers to Bunny? ]

Does he really? I can't imagine anyone calling anyone that outside of the bedroom.

[ A glance. ] If that's where it started, I don't need to know.

[solkoroleva]

[ Her cheeks go red at the mention of calling anyone that in the bedroom.

Or that it might have been that way for Bunny. ]

I don't know the origin of the name!

Now I don't want to ever ask...