take what you can

"Keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better"

"I don't heave to tell myself. The chicks dig it."

So I should not provoke them, but simply accept them as the innevitable outcome of some of my actions (she states with a nod, understanding what he meant regarding the nature of mistakes, so she would make sure to include that way of thinking into her database) Parameters set.

"Yeah, Yeah. And when you say 'perameters set', say instead 'Alright, Cap'n Sexy."

"No way in hell"

"So is. If we had a competition, I'd win."

From a human’s perspective it might make a lot of sense. But for someone like me, who was initially programmed to never make mistakes it can be a bit odd. So I should not avoid making mistakes now, right? (she asks, so maybe he could validate as true that new idea).

"No, you should avoid them. But don't be upset when you do make them, ya' know?" He didn't want her to think that making mistakes all the time, intentionally even, was a good idea.

Yes, I see what you mean. It was a tad bit funny. [Morena smirks lightly, shaking her head] Anyway, about this new ‘job’ you all are partaking in. Something doesn’t feel right about it don’t you think?

"I'm a mercenary, Morena. Everything t' me sounds suspicious." He felt himself chuckle. 

(She nods, unsure of what else to say, and she simply brushes some strands of hair behind her ear).

(She nods, acknowledging his words. She had some understanding about what love was as well as other emotions she knew she was capable of experiencing, but hadn’t yet. So far her emotional experience had been very limited. The topic was interesting for her, however she was aware that she had made this awkward enough, and didn’t want to discomfort him any further. Perhaps another day she would address the matter and ask him about it). Thank you for clarifying it (she can’t help but chuckle lightly at the way he expressed about the matter). Yes, I can. For all intents and purposes I have the body of a female human. Only that I am not 100% an organic life form, but have semi-synthetic biology (she explains with a nod).

"Ah, that's interestin' t' know then."

(She frowns lightly at the way he expressed about her actions. It gave her an uneasy feeling, processing the fact that she had done something that apparently was very wrong out of ignorance) I am sorry, I am still unfamiliar with certain aspects of human interaction and social codes (she wraps the jacket a little tighter around her body, hoping to cover it better now that she had learned it was not meant to be exposed. It even caused her to experience what she believed humans called embarrassment. At his next words, she nods, listening intently to his instructions). I shall think of it as such (she gives a quick nod, however when he speaks of ‘stirrings’ she is once again a little confused about what he meant exactly) Feelings, you mean? You are speaking of the neurochemical reaction deemed by humans as ‘love´? (she asks, her eyes set on his. There was something about that in her database, so she was starting to link the information Carth was providing to the one she already had).

"Aye, love. That's what I meant." He hoped she didn't ask him about love, because he didn't know much about that. He knew the love of family, and how one would go to such great lengths to keep them safe and protected and fed, as Carth did. But he didn't know the real love of a woman, unless bedding her counted, and he didn't think that did. "Yeah, if ya' ever think ya' feel that... You know, neurochemical and ya' think yer ready, ya' can take him to yer room and shag th' crap outta him. Can ya' even do that?"

(She was not expecting such a reaction from him, it confused her somewhat when he exclaimed for her to stop) But I am cold and I do not wish to feel this (in truth, this was the first time she experienced such low body temperatures and she’d found the experience rather unpleasant) Are my actions incorrect? (she asks, her face displaying a mix of curiosity and concern just as he wrapped his jacket around her half-naked body). Alright. Could you elaborate further? Why is that?

"Yes, they're a crap load of incorrect." He would've explained to her just how incorrect her actions were, about how men walking around didn't expect to see a woman stripping naked in the middle of no where only to get turned on, and all that drama would ensue. That conversation could be saved for later. "Look, love, it's improper... t' start sheddin' yer clothing where everyone can see, aye? Think of yer body..." He inwardly groaned at what he was gonna say. "Think of yer body as a temple. Only, uh, special people can see it. Like, if ya' developed... Er, a stirring of feelings for someone." He was most definitely not the right person to be telling her this.

They got wet when I was outside and now they turned awfully cold (she explains quite simply, as if her actions were the most obvious thing to do. Her trousers were still soaking wet so she went ahead and removed them as well).

"Whoa! Love, let's not be doin' that!" As much as he liked the sight of it, he wasn't sure if she'd start fritzing out because of the cold or something like that. With a quickness, he shrugged off his jacket before putting it around her shoulders and coughing. "Hell, woman." He huffed out a sigh. "You don't take off yer clothes like that in the open, sweetheart. That's not somethin' ya' should be doin' unless in hidden behind walls, ya' know?"

Excuse me? (she turns to look at him, confusion showing on her features).

"What th' hell are ya' takin' off yer clothes, sweetheart?"

He really should have known better by now. After having spent so many nights haunted by his past he should have known better than expect that the nightmares would end any differently this time. He was alone again. Staring at his brothers’s corpses. Cruel images of the war that had been imprinted on his mind were flashing behind his eyelids everytime he tried to look away from the painful sight. His heavy breaths quickened in his desperate try to hold back the tears that threathened to escpape him all caused by the fury brusting in flames inside him. Anger, fury, hunger for revenge. The burning need for the death of the person that had taken his brothers away from him, ripping his whole life apart and leaving him in shreds. He finally let it all out, a deafening scream leaving his lips as he started up at the night sky hidden by the smoke from the explosion.

He was planning to go to sleep, as late as it always was, when he heard a shout or a scream sound from somewhere outside. He was hesitant on puling on his shirt, careful and looking toward the door as if any minute now someone would bust in and pull the guns on him. And because Carth was always so very alert, his fingers inched toward the gun so close beside him as footsteps sounded... Until he saw that it was none other than Beck.

Yes? [She raises an eyebrow at him, folding her arms over her chest] Beck is very gracious and if he’s cautious it will be a good thing, Carth. Wait what a baby safety… [She’s confused for a moment before she too lets out a chuckle] I suppose the thought of Callum flying through the wall is a little funny. 

"Ya' see what I mean?"

"Damn it. My stubble is perfect don’t ruin it" 

"Perfect? No, my stubble is always th' perfect one."

So much for dry land...

"Whoa. Where's the porno music when ya' need it?"

What?! That’s a funny sense of humor you have there. Seriously, though? You did that? [She makes a tsk-ing noise before bopping him on the head] Destroying his belongings is not a proper present. Quite the opposite, actually. You’re being ridiculous. Fine, I’ll have Beck do it then. 

"Hell woman." He winced and reached up to rub at his head. "Yeah, have Becky do it. He's the sweet one. He'll be so shit worried that the kid'll get hurt, he'll probably find some baby safety mechanisms to keep him from flying through the wall." He broke out into laughter.

"Don’t you dare Carth. I’ll steal your new weapons."

"I know where you sleep."