Covert Ops...

[jennydelaney]

::rounds corner, taking a quick survey of the corridor...good, empty...before proceeding::

::skids to a halt before

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[ltcmdrtomparis]

::twitches in sleep, dislodging death grip on second pillow::

::sniffs, promptly catching a whiff of the first one...laundry day soon, maybe?...::

::mutters at banal train of thought that interrupted dreams...good ones, at that::

::sniffs again...hell, not bad, maybe they smell more appetizing without a recycle::

[jennydelaney]

::steps into main bedroom, wiping evidence of work from hands into shirt::

::pauses, catching a glimpse of target in brief glimmer of light::

::shakes head...he ought to just replicate a safety blanket, the poor man::

Oh, well.

::steps forward decisively...sort of::

::catches sight of the framed picture by the bed and reconsiders earlier idea to just...well, join him::

Can beds be possessed?

::decides to save research on vengeful Ocampan spirits for another time, tip-toeing around to the other side of the bed instead::

::grabs tufts of pillow, attempting to dislodge his cling::

[ltcmdrtomparis]

::wrinkles brow, catching whiff of another scent...could be one of those hallucinary dreams...::

Pillow doesn't smell, Paris.

::satisfied with own firm reassurance, tightens grip again::

...

Pillow isn't alive, Paris...

::reaches, futilely attempting to hold onto corners::

::releases last of grip, scowling...dreams like this could only be a bad sign, mentally::

::blinks, dragging eyes open in effort to self out of it::

...

::blinks some more::

[jennydelaney]

::claps hands, smiling in delight at the sight of...okay, hazy...blue eyes::

Hi!

[jennydelaney]

::finishes bringing foot forward, effectively sweeping the pilot's seat out from under him::

::ignores muffled Ow!, kicking the piece of furniture aside and reaching for his collar::

::crouches daintily, meeting flabber-gasted blue eyes::

What is next, Tom?

[ltcmdrtomparis]

::sighs, releasing last, thin, thin shred of dignity::

Fine, fine. We can take this thing to warp, if it means that much to you.

[jennydelaney]

::claps hand over mouth, not quite disguising mixed snort and giggle::

::quickly coughs, tossing head back while batting away moisture in eyes::

It does.

::relents, loosening grip, falling back on ass as he clambers up::

Lord a'mighty, I'm sorry.

[ltcmdrtomparis]

::finishes yanking shirt back down, fast-rising irritation blinking out at her jagged apology::

...

::offers a hand, waiting until she's on her own two feet again before daring eye contact::

::offers a slight grin::

Your humble pie isn't nearly as filling as your omelet was.