What is your worst trait as a significant other?
"You stink."
Jayne curled his head over to look at the ladder near his door from where he lay in bed. River hung there, looking rather cross, indeed.
"Wha?" It seemed like the most logical response.
"You stink of sex."
Well, yeah. They'd just landed on Serocore, had some of the cheapest whorehouses this side of the core. 'Course he wasn't gonna smell like anythin' but sex.
"Ain't none of yours," Jayne replied, propping his head back up on his arms and relaxing on the bed.
River dropped silently down on the floor and stalked over to his bed, glaring.
"You smell better with gunpowder and angry and stinking is bad."
Ruttin' girl didn't make no sense, not ever.
"Why d'you care?" Jayne snorted, rather loudly, "S'boy whores in that house, why don't you get some jink from that brother of yours and leave me out of it."
A sneer, "I don't want to touch you when you stink."
"I don't wanna touch you ever, what's your point?"
"You're a dummy."
"So?"
"That is why you make a bad husband."
Blink.
"What?!" Jayne leapt up in bed, glancing over his shoulder, but the girl was gone.
Muse: Jayne Cobb
Fandom: Serenity/Firefly
Word Count: 196
Jayne curled his head over to look at the ladder near his door from where he lay in bed. River hung there, looking rather cross, indeed.
"Wha?" It seemed like the most logical response.
"You stink of sex."
Well, yeah. They'd just landed on Serocore, had some of the cheapest whorehouses this side of the core. 'Course he wasn't gonna smell like anythin' but sex.
"Ain't none of yours," Jayne replied, propping his head back up on his arms and relaxing on the bed.
River dropped silently down on the floor and stalked over to his bed, glaring.
"You smell better with gunpowder and angry and stinking is bad."
Ruttin' girl didn't make no sense, not ever.
"Why d'you care?" Jayne snorted, rather loudly, "S'boy whores in that house, why don't you get some jink from that brother of yours and leave me out of it."
A sneer, "I don't want to touch you when you stink."
"I don't wanna touch you ever, what's your point?"
"You're a dummy."
"So?"
"That is why you make a bad husband."
Blink.
"What?!" Jayne leapt up in bed, glancing over his shoulder, but the girl was gone.
Muse: Jayne Cobb
Fandom: Serenity/Firefly
Word Count: 196