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Gus stood outside Alex's door with a pot of fresh basil and a bottle of good Italian wine. His hair was smoothed down and he was wearing a dark blue suit and tie. Even his usual goggles were gone, replaced with fashionable smoked-lens glasses with black wire frames. Aside from his gold hoop earring, he looked like a fresh gentlemen.

"Happy Valentine's Day," he said, the moment his lady opened the door. His grin was broad but nervous as he waited for her verdict.

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*The two most obvious options were her bed, or a somewhat stilted chair, that appeared to be such--to provide access to a drafting table. But of course, with his manners, the tangle of quilts and star-shaped pillows was a step too far for the moment XD *

*Privacy, such as it was, didnt appear to be nearly as much of a concern as he thought--though. For, upon grabbing a fistful of garments, the brunette's voice went on to echo-- from what appeared to be an additional room tucked off to the side. *

"…With my luck," * She piped, rather bitterly, in response--sounding residually peeved at least--about the mis-use of her trust.* "--he probably slept through the whole event, anyway."

Johnny marched in, or rather stormed, with a thick raw cut of steak she stole from the fridge pressed to the left side of her face. When she saw Mando, with food and her hungry hissing army, she smiled, lowering the meat. Her eye was swollen shut. The skin had a purple raw look, and there was a contusion that stretch from jaw to cheekbone, dark and seemed to throb. Reaching into her pocket, Johnny procured a whistle and blew into its end.

The juvenile passel of opossums stiffed and fell into an orderly line in front of their commander food giver. "At ease men, you are dismissed for the night."

She held the door open for them to scurry out and wrought havoc elsewhere in the base. Johnny lowered the meat down to Knife Teeth. "Take this back to the kitchen."

His breathing was heavy and slow, his body hot to the touch. At first it didn’t seem like he would stir, but slowly his eyes flickered open.

He shouldn’t have taken food from the BLU workshop mini fridge. Whatever that dish with Mando’s name on it wasn’t meant for human consumption. Perhaps Johnny had made it for him.

His breathing was heavy and slow, his body hot to the touch. At first it didn’t seem like he would stir, but slowly his eyes flickered open.

He shouldn’t have taken food from the BLU workshop mini fridge. Whatever that dish with Mando’s name on it wasn’t meant for human consumption. Perhaps Johnny had made it for him.

Yet, the one time he did awake and Buck was out refreshening the cold compress, Buck would catch a glimpse of him moping and nervous before Dell noticed his return and it was replaced with a bright smile, overjoyed to see he was still here.

It didn’t take more than a day (thankfully it currently a ceasefire) until he was feeling better, but as he awoke with the sunrise feeling clear headed, Dell continued to lay in bed. He would lie and say he still felt woozy when Buck asked if he felt better, though it would become clear enough throughout the morning that he was doing fine. He just wasn’t ready to give up having Buck all to himself yet.

Gus stood outside Alex's door with a pot of fresh basil and a bottle of good Italian wine. His hair was smoothed down and he was wearing a dark blue suit and tie. Even his usual goggles were gone, replaced with fashionable smoked-lens glasses with black wire frames. Aside from his gold hoop earring, he looked like a fresh gentlemen.

"Happy Valentine's Day," he said, the moment his lady opened the door. His grin was broad but nervous as he waited for her verdict.

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"--Oh no, don't be silly!" *Alex chided, flipping a hand dismissively, once she had a chance to ponder the situation. "--I was just out of work to do. Don't get me wrong: I'm grateful for the protection when I need it, of course, but it's terribly uncomfortable otherwise…So I changed. "

"--I don't dress for breakfast, either…Neither do most of the elders, honestly." D:

*At such a point, she stepped back from the doorframe to allow him the nessecary space to pass through.*

"…'Just have a seat," * She next directed, likewise:* "-- I'll throw something on, and be right back."

*His remaining 'out' , thankfully, enough--seemed to be the sudden attention mirrored by her kitten. Baby pounced Gus's toes the moment his mistress pulled back not only the security of the door, but a decorative barrier of hanging beads, to reduce a 'snag'…The wee pile of ivory fluff was sincere, and certainly adoring enough to chase off the obvious….'taboo' of tresspassing into her quarters . Or, at least, for a couple minutes more, anyhow XD*

Johnny marched in, or rather stormed, with a thick raw cut of steak she stole from the fridge pressed to the left side of her face. When she saw Mando, with food and her hungry hissing army, she smiled, lowering the meat. Her eye was swollen shut. The skin had a purple raw look, and there was a contusion that stretch from jaw to cheekbone, dark and seemed to throb. Reaching into her pocket, Johnny procured a whistle and blew into its end.

The juvenile passel of opossums stiffed and fell into an orderly line in front of their commander food giver. "At ease men, you are dismissed for the night."

She held the door open for them to scurry out and wrought havoc elsewhere in the base. Johnny lowered the meat down to Knife Teeth. "Take this back to the kitchen."

His breathing was heavy and slow, his body hot to the touch. At first it didn’t seem like he would stir, but slowly his eyes flickered open.

He shouldn’t have taken food from the BLU workshop mini fridge. Whatever that dish with Mando’s name on it wasn’t meant for human consumption. Perhaps Johnny had made it for him.

Gus stood outside Alex's door with a pot of fresh basil and a bottle of good Italian wine. His hair was smoothed down and he was wearing a dark blue suit and tie. Even his usual goggles were gone, replaced with fashionable smoked-lens glasses with black wire frames. Aside from his gold hoop earring, he looked like a fresh gentlemen.

"Happy Valentine's Day," he said, the moment his lady opened the door. His grin was broad but nervous as he waited for her verdict.

@four-blu-engies

His breathing was heavy and slow, his body hot to the touch. At first it didn’t seem like he would stir, but slowly his eyes flickered open.

He shouldn’t have taken food from the BLU workshop mini fridge. Whatever that dish with Mando’s name on it wasn’t meant for human consumption. Perhaps Johnny had made it for him.

If it had been anyone else maybe his words might have been more of a plea, but after all the time they had been apart, after all Buck had been through with his last marriage, Dell was certain the best thing for them both was to live the rest of their lives as close as possible to eachother.

And while Dell was 90% certain Buck would lose his shit if anything got between them, he was starting to realize he wasn’t exactly normal about their relationship either, feeling certain he would strangle anyone who might end up in Buck’s bed that wasn’t him, and then maybe Buck but without the intent to permanently kill.

“I… I wanna marry ya.” Dell whispered, barely audible as he stared deep into Buck beautiful brown eyes. He might be sick out of his mind but the idea had been in his head a while. He wanted rings, he wanted a wedding.

His breathing was heavy and slow, his body hot to the touch. At first it didn’t seem like he would stir, but slowly his eyes flickered open.

He shouldn’t have taken food from the BLU workshop mini fridge. Whatever that dish with Mando’s name on it wasn’t meant for human consumption. Perhaps Johnny had made it for him.

If it had been anyone else maybe his words might have been more of a plea, but after all the time they had been apart, after all Buck had been through with his last marriage, Dell was certain the best thing for them both was to live the rest of their lives as close as possible to eachother.

And while Dell was 90% certain Buck would lose his shit if anything got between them, he was starting to realize he wasn’t exactly normal about their relationship either, feeling certain he would strangle anyone who might end up in Buck’s bed that wasn’t him, and then maybe Buck but without the intent to permanently kill.