If you're interested, I'd like to do a Mal-Kaylee thread. It's hard for me to be on and playing when you are lately, so I thought I'd try to make up for it. :D
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"My good will and my silence." She picks one up. "I mean, there ain't really any news. Simon's in class, and... I'm tryin' to stay occupied. Been here some, workin' on the project, but other'n that..."
"Serenity's aft grav apparatus is gonna need some thorough lookin'-at -- it's somethin' I intended to get to this weekend. -- and you know if I thought anything was gonna go real bad wrong, I'd've taken care of it already."
"Good enough," Mal replies to the only answer he's going to try and get for the evening. With a smirk, "Am I allowed to actually look at the grav or have you got it rigged to set off security if I muck about in your engine room?"
"Reckon that depends on what it is." Kaylee pulls up her legs, propping them on the bench with her back to the wall. "Could probably be convinced, though."
"Suppose I can agree to your terms," Mal offers with a false stiff lip. He stands from his seat and wanders off ahead of Kaylee to secure a table and two cues, racking for nine-ball.
"Bring over the rest o' the food, huh?" he calls from the pool table. Politely.
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Though most things do.
"What's the news?"
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"What does a hunk o' potato buy me?"
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It's good to know if progress is getting made; he's not going to pursue it beyond that one question.
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"I think I know better."
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The french fries are almost gone. With a lack of anything else to do with his hands for a split second, Mal cracks his knuckles.
"You wanna get up to somethin'?"
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"Some kind o' strenuous activity such as befitting to menfolk like myself."
Beat and a shrug. "Billiards. They have actual balls here. You want in?"
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"Bring over the rest o' the food, huh?" he calls from the pool table. Politely.
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