[ She's holding it down better than any of the others were able to, and Dave doesn't even bother trying to hide that little tiny glimmer of hope. Worst case, hey, it's crushed ruthlessly. What can you do? It's better than the alternative. He doesn't move from his position, squeezing her hand tightly before responding. ]
I'm cool with all that. Kind of figured you ate them, anyway - what kind of retard buys rainbow magnets and doesn't expect an alien to eat them all?
[ A weak, hollow little laugh. Being cool's tough when it's this cold, when one of the only people you really have left right now is fading away in front of you.
so why bother?
let the sick fires die out. it's not like he's got anything left to lose. ]
You did the same thing for me back when I died.
[ he reaches forward, combing her hair out of her face (if she's retching, he doesn't want her to get her hair all messed up. it's a stupid worry, but it's the best way of keeping her clean he can think of) and speaking as softly as he can. his eyes are raw and scared.
( ... )
[ he walks in ahead of her, hopping up and taking a casual seat on the operating table. the assistant makes an odd little clicking sound, and dave just laughs raucously. not entirely legitimately, but certainly loudly. ]
Dude, are you trying to tsk tsk my ass? Pretty sure we're past the little informal bitchitude stage. Just tell me when you need my dead ass off the table.
[ it actually gives a goddamn huff. dave chuckles at that, scooting down before patting the area next to him. ]
[it's obvious he's putting on a show, but -- she told tavros once that if you keep believing in imaginary things hard enough, that makes them slightly less fake. why should she disregard that now?
she takes his cue and hops up on the space next to him and kicks her feet, the very picture of cool and casual.]
Hey. You know the drill. I need another order of corpse preservation, on the double. Chop chop.
[as soon as the robot leaves, rumbling out a sound that might be actual grumbling, she leans over and says in a stage-whisper:]
Wow. Rude! Is it just me, or have the staff here become even more sassy? Like, was the apocalypse not enough for us or something? We have to be subjected to bad manners on top of that, too?
I'm cool with all that. Kind of figured you ate them, anyway - what kind of retard buys rainbow magnets and doesn't expect an alien to eat them all?
[ A weak, hollow little laugh. Being cool's tough when it's this cold, when one of the only people you really have left right now is fading away in front of you.
so why bother?
let the sick fires die out. it's not like he's got anything left to lose. ]
You did the same thing for me back when I died.
[ he reaches forward, combing her hair out of her face (if she's retching, he doesn't want her to get her hair all messed up. it's a stupid worry, but it's the best way of keeping her clean he can think of) and speaking as softly as he can. his eyes are raw and scared. ( ... )
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[ he walks in ahead of her, hopping up and taking a casual seat on the operating table. the assistant makes an odd little clicking sound, and dave just laughs raucously. not entirely legitimately, but certainly loudly. ]
Dude, are you trying to tsk tsk my ass? Pretty sure we're past the little informal bitchitude stage. Just tell me when you need my dead ass off the table.
[ it actually gives a goddamn huff. dave chuckles at that, scooting down before patting the area next to him. ]
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she takes his cue and hops up on the space next to him and kicks her feet, the very picture of cool and casual.]
Hey. You know the drill. I need another order of corpse preservation, on the double. Chop chop.
[as soon as the robot leaves, rumbling out a sound that might be actual grumbling, she leans over and says in a stage-whisper:]
Wow. Rude! Is it just me, or have the staff here become even more sassy? Like, was the apocalypse not enough for us or something? We have to be subjected to bad manners on top of that, too?
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