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[ Hey, he can't blame her. It's no fun listening to it when you're not apart of it.

Although that little message at the end has him snorting. Oh, Sally. Don't give him ideas. ]

No, it wouldn't be funny.

It would be HILARIOUS.

Edited 2014-11-20 03:23 (UTC)

shut up it would not

[ that's the last text she's sending, because it's raining like a bitch outside and she's pretty sure her phone isn't waterproof enough for that shit.

before too long, there's a knock on his door. outside stands sally, having had the forethought to at least wear a hoodie of some kind so she's not quite as soaked as she could be. ]

[ Kirk actually waits until she's at his door to say: ]

It would to.

[ Because he is a brat. But he's stepping aside and letting her in without any further teasing.

As he's closing the door behind her. ]

We really don't have umbrellas here, do we?

[ Because he had looked and still came out empty. ]

You didn't know cereal, but oh yeah, space totally had umbrellas. Go figure. [she says as she's coming in, pulling her hood off and running a hand through her hair. ]

[ Kirk makes a face at that, ]

I know what cereal is.

[ As well as what a sandwich was. ]

I also know about records and cars with wheels. Umbrellas are still practical in the twenty-third century.

[ whoops, that might be a foot-in-mouth moment for sally. in her defense, last time she had to introduce him to reeses puffs like they were some kind of dessert-flavored spoonables from heaven above.

she'll chalk it up to a strong case of 'this place is wiggy as shit' and move right along. ]

Hey, I'll take your word on it. Meanwhile, you should definitely tell me where I can sit. And, y'know - drip. [ because a hoodie may have spared her from the 'drowned and resuscitated' look, but she by no means came out of this any kind of dry. ]

[ He offers to take the drenched hoodie for her. Once he has it, ]

Stay right there, I'll bring you a towel.

[ He hangs the hoodie over the shower for it to drip dry and comes back with two towels. One for Sally and one for the floor. He hands it to her and drops the other onto the floor. ]

This a regular thing?

The dripping, or my pseudo-newlywed roommates trying to knock the house down?

[ she unfolds the towel, making an effort to dry off her pants if that's even possible at this point. ]

... the latter?

[ He bends down to mop up the little puddles of water around her. ]

I'm assuming you don't get drenched all the time.

Last time I died? I came back - [ she points a finger out his window, to the tiny raft bobbing on the surf just barely visible in the moonlight. ] - on that thing. Drenched is pretty relative, at this point.

[ but since that wasn't even what he was asking - ]

And no, actually, this is kind of a first. Or like - so much worse than usual. Hey, I got it. [ her answer fades seamlessly into an offer to take his job once he's mopping up puddles, and she drops into a crouch to reach for the towel he's using to mop. ]

[ Kirk wrinkles his nose at that, still disturbed they killed off the people here and then went the extra mile and brought them back for more. ]

That's gotta be weird. Too bad the walls in these places can't be sound-proofed.

[ He then shakes his head when she offers to take the towel. ]

I got it. You're my guest.

[ He jerks his head toward the couch. ]

Go relax in a silent house.

[ her hands go up to show she's not reaching for the towel anymore. ] Whatever you say. [ it's an agreement, and she stands up now to rub off a little more of the water on her way to the couch. then she sinks down one of the cushions. ] Yeah though, sound-proofing would seriously rock my world. Instead, I'm pretty much couch-surfing.

[ As he mops up the rest of the water, shrugging ]

Nothin' wrong with that.

[ He finishes and stands up with the wet towel. ]

Whenever we were planetside, I'd end up on other people's couches more often than my own.

[ Or in their beds. But considering what Sally was trying to get away from, he felt it was better to leave that out.

As he goes to dump the blanket in the old hamper he had found in the house, ]

What anything to drink?

Depends on what you're offering. [ like water or like drink drink? because she seems to recall him owing her one of the latter. ]

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