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[coffeebeforescience]

I'll be expecting it.

[mouthshut]

You may want to wear pants during this.

[coffeebeforescience]

I'm afraid I left them on Reach.

[mouthshut]

You can have mine, I'll just wear my shorts.

[...Yes he just offered to run around in his boxers for her to have pants.]

[coffeebeforescience]

I don't think they would fit me properly, no matter how much the ship wouldn't mind a look at your backside.

[mouthshut]

I have a belt you know, I'm sure we could make them fit.

And what the ship wants doesn't matter. Though I'm sure at least one person on board would enjoy it.

[coffeebeforescience]

Stop trying to amuse me, Jacob, I'm still annoyed.

[And perhaps vaguely smiling.]

[mouthshut]

I'm sorry I can't change that, Catherine. I'll just be over here, leaving my pants for you on your bunk with my belt.

I'll leave my uniform jacket on mine.

[Enjoy that mental image.]

[coffeebeforescience]

[JACOB KEYES STOP THAT RIGHT NOW.]

You do realize I am sitting on my bunk right now, correct?

[mouthshut]

[...That's the sound of someone shifting on the bunk above before his pants are tossed down onto her bunk from what he thinks is behind her.]

Why did you text me then?

[coffeebeforescience]

I didn't know you were up there.

[She's still texting as she rolls over, stands, and peers up at him. And then she deposits the pants right back on the edge of his bunk.]

[mouthshut]

You could have asked.

[And why no he didn't look at her when he sent that, and instead he makes a show of stretching out on his bunk in just his undershirt and boxers, on his right arm that tattoo of his from the ODST's if she's on that side.]

[coffeebeforescience]

I didn't need to know where you were.

[Message sent, and then...]

When did you get that?

[mouthshut]

[...Oh crap.]

On the Midsummer Night. [Not that long ago.]

[coffeebeforescience]

[She makes a thoughtful humming noise.]

I never thought you the sort.

[mouthshut]

[There's a bit of squirming here.]

I'm not. It wasn't planned. [He's going to sit here and try to get away with not explaining that story to her.]

[coffeebeforescience]

[She touches his skin as if it might scald her if she's not careful.]

How do you not plan a tattoo? It involves a good deal of sitting still.

[mouthshut]

[He'll stop his squirming and sigh, and just not look at her. Oh god this is going to get him laughed at isn't it?]

Not when you're duct taped to a table.

[coffeebeforescience]

[Just an eyebrow raise that he can't see...]

Duct taped by who?

[mouthshut]

[Not blushing, no blushing here nope.]

A pack of ODSTs. [And that makes them sound like wild animals, which really isn't all that far from the truth.]

[coffeebeforescience]

[sdjkghlkajsghkjdag

She has to turn away and clear her throat.]

A pack of ODSTs taped you to a table and made you get a tattoo?

[mouthshut]

Don't laugh.

[Please note this isn't him denying it at all.]

[coffeebeforescience]

I wouldn't dare.

[They're all about to die. She needs a laugh. Whether out of nervousness, finally cracking a bit, or amusement, she lets out a little choked chuckle that sounds more like a girlish giggle, in the end.]

[mouthshut]

[He just sighs so loudly like this is a big bother to him, but if she turns around she'll see a grin there.]

It was to thank me.

[coffeebeforescience]

[She replies before she glances back.]

For?