"Stray"

Stray shuffles off to the Med Bay, directed by Price to do a test to see if anything was to be in his system, then turns to Owl. "Did you watch it?"

"And you tried to stop him, I hope? Because now I could have a soldier on drugs, Owl."

Told him best we didn’t try to eat or touch at the cookies, sir. He HAD closed the lid, but moved his hand before I could stop him when he licked at the powder

"Mh." He nods and walks off, going to finish up his duties and leaving Owl alone.

Owl watches, sighing gruffly under his mask and heading to medbay

Meanwhile in the medbay Stay is sat on one of the waiting chairs, tapping his knees again.

"Little... Tingle." He mumbles and pokes his tongue out.

"Tap?" He giggles a little and looks as a medic walks back over with a kit. She explains the setup, Stray complies, all is fine, and he waits for his test results.

"Mh.." Stray nods and rubs his arm where the needle went in, giving it small circles to soothe the pain. "Said.. Thirty minutes.."

"No, you-" He shakes his head and gently nudges him away. "You- Work-"

I don’t have anything to do

"Train-" He keeps trying to push Owl away, shaking his head.

"No-!" He shakes his head, probably overwhelmed and just wanting to be alone. "Mrrr!" He groans and stands up, walking to a cupboard and locking himself inside while making noises of distress and stimming.

Owl pauses, watching awkwardly and in confusion

"Room." He replies and nudges the fabric, tucked under the man's arm with the black-out fabric. "Mmmmmm.." He hums low and covers his ears.

Owl nods, staying put

Stray stays there for a long time, head rested against Owl's chest as he calms down, hands dropping to fiddle with a fabric thread on his uniform. "Better.." He softly mumbles and looks up at Owl.

Owl humms, nodding

Stray shuffles out of the cloak, sitting back down on his chair and looking at his already butchered nails, trying to find something to pick at.

Owl was still waiting for the results

He sits still, then grumbles and looks bored out of his brain.

Ptience, Stray.

"Boring." He looks through a magazine Owl finds familiar.

Owl tenses awkwardly, tho doesn’t show it as a few pictures of a deep red long haired man was shown on some pages. The physique slim. Some shots had him wearing more comfortable looking clothing, others more on the ‘edgy’ side. And a few a TAD on the suggestive—

Stray pauses on one of the edgy pages, squinting his eyes before looking at Owl, to the page, then Owl again. He makes a small hum and keeps looking through the thin pages, slamming it closed at a lingerie section.

Owl’s claw gloved hands flexed quietly and he avoided looking down. Some may think it was to not seem like a ‘pervert’ tho in truth…. He hated seeing magazines—

Stray slowly puts the magazine back, staring at Owl. "You see?" He asks and gestures to the magazine, looking a little red.

Owl nods, still not looking back

"Looked... Familiar." He mumbles and gives it a good thought, glancing at Owl every few minutes.

"Like.. Seen before." He thinks and shrugs, putting it aside. The medic then comes over and hands Stray a piece of paper, and he reads the test results before showing Owl.

The paper read that most drugs were clear, one testing positive, just some anti-anxiety medication. "Clear."

Owl nodded, giving it back to Stray

He gets up and leaves, sighing heavy while walking out the MedBay doors.

Stray shuffles off to the Med Bay, directed by Price to do a test to see if anything was to be in his system, then turns to Owl. "Did you watch it?"

"And you tried to stop him, I hope? Because now I could have a soldier on drugs, Owl."

Told him best we didn’t try to eat or touch at the cookies, sir. He HAD closed the lid, but moved his hand before I could stop him when he licked at the powder

"Mh." He nods and walks off, going to finish up his duties and leaving Owl alone.

Owl watches, sighing gruffly under his mask and heading to medbay

Meanwhile in the medbay Stay is sat on one of the waiting chairs, tapping his knees again.

"Little... Tingle." He mumbles and pokes his tongue out.

"Tap?" He giggles a little and looks as a medic walks back over with a kit. She explains the setup, Stray complies, all is fine, and he waits for his test results.

"Mh.." Stray nods and rubs his arm where the needle went in, giving it small circles to soothe the pain. "Said.. Thirty minutes.."

"No, you-" He shakes his head and gently nudges him away. "You- Work-"

I don’t have anything to do

"Train-" He keeps trying to push Owl away, shaking his head.

"No-!" He shakes his head, probably overwhelmed and just wanting to be alone. "Mrrr!" He groans and stands up, walking to a cupboard and locking himself inside while making noises of distress and stimming.

Owl pauses, watching awkwardly and in confusion

"Room." He replies and nudges the fabric, tucked under the man's arm with the black-out fabric. "Mmmmmm.." He hums low and covers his ears.

Owl nods, staying put

Stray stays there for a long time, head rested against Owl's chest as he calms down, hands dropping to fiddle with a fabric thread on his uniform. "Better.." He softly mumbles and looks up at Owl.

Owl humms, nodding

Stray shuffles out of the cloak, sitting back down on his chair and looking at his already butchered nails, trying to find something to pick at.

Owl was still waiting for the results

He sits still, then grumbles and looks bored out of his brain.

Ptience, Stray.

"Boring." He looks through a magazine Owl finds familiar.

Owl tenses awkwardly, tho doesn’t show it as a few pictures of a deep red long haired man was shown on some pages. The physique slim. Some shots had him wearing more comfortable looking clothing, others more on the ‘edgy’ side. And a few a TAD on the suggestive—

Stray pauses on one of the edgy pages, squinting his eyes before looking at Owl, to the page, then Owl again. He makes a small hum and keeps looking through the thin pages, slamming it closed at a lingerie section.

Owl’s claw gloved hands flexed quietly and he avoided looking down. Some may think it was to not seem like a ‘pervert’ tho in truth…. He hated seeing magazines—

Stray slowly puts the magazine back, staring at Owl. "You see?" He asks and gestures to the magazine, looking a little red.

Owl nods, still not looking back

"Looked... Familiar." He mumbles and gives it a good thought, glancing at Owl every few minutes.

"Like.. Seen before." He thinks and shrugs, putting it aside. The medic then comes over and hands Stray a piece of paper, and he reads the test results before showing Owl.

Stray shuffles off to the Med Bay, directed by Price to do a test to see if anything was to be in his system, then turns to Owl. "Did you watch it?"

"And you tried to stop him, I hope? Because now I could have a soldier on drugs, Owl."

Told him best we didn’t try to eat or touch at the cookies, sir. He HAD closed the lid, but moved his hand before I could stop him when he licked at the powder

"Mh." He nods and walks off, going to finish up his duties and leaving Owl alone.

Owl watches, sighing gruffly under his mask and heading to medbay

Meanwhile in the medbay Stay is sat on one of the waiting chairs, tapping his knees again.

"Little... Tingle." He mumbles and pokes his tongue out.

"Tap?" He giggles a little and looks as a medic walks back over with a kit. She explains the setup, Stray complies, all is fine, and he waits for his test results.

"Mh.." Stray nods and rubs his arm where the needle went in, giving it small circles to soothe the pain. "Said.. Thirty minutes.."

"No, you-" He shakes his head and gently nudges him away. "You- Work-"

I don’t have anything to do

"Train-" He keeps trying to push Owl away, shaking his head.

"No-!" He shakes his head, probably overwhelmed and just wanting to be alone. "Mrrr!" He groans and stands up, walking to a cupboard and locking himself inside while making noises of distress and stimming.

Owl pauses, watching awkwardly and in confusion

"Room." He replies and nudges the fabric, tucked under the man's arm with the black-out fabric. "Mmmmmm.." He hums low and covers his ears.

Owl nods, staying put

Stray stays there for a long time, head rested against Owl's chest as he calms down, hands dropping to fiddle with a fabric thread on his uniform. "Better.." He softly mumbles and looks up at Owl.

Owl humms, nodding

Stray shuffles out of the cloak, sitting back down on his chair and looking at his already butchered nails, trying to find something to pick at.

Owl was still waiting for the results

He sits still, then grumbles and looks bored out of his brain.

Ptience, Stray.

"Boring." He looks through a magazine Owl finds familiar.

Owl tenses awkwardly, tho doesn’t show it as a few pictures of a deep red long haired man was shown on some pages. The physique slim. Some shots had him wearing more comfortable looking clothing, others more on the ‘edgy’ side. And a few a TAD on the suggestive—

Stray pauses on one of the edgy pages, squinting his eyes before looking at Owl, to the page, then Owl again. He makes a small hum and keeps looking through the thin pages, slamming it closed at a lingerie section.

Owl’s claw gloved hands flexed quietly and he avoided looking down. Some may think it was to not seem like a ‘pervert’ tho in truth…. He hated seeing magazines—

Stray slowly puts the magazine back, staring at Owl. "You see?" He asks and gestures to the magazine, looking a little red.

Owl nods, still not looking back

"Looked... Familiar." He mumbles and gives it a good thought, glancing at Owl every few minutes.

"Like.. Seen before." He thinks and shrugs, putting it aside. The medic then comes over and hands Stray a piece of paper, and he reads the test results before showing Owl.

The paper read that most drugs were clear, one testing positive, just some anti-anxiety medication. "Clear."

Owl nodded, giving it back to Stray

He gets up and leaves, sighing heavy while walking out the MedBay doors.

Stray shuffles off to the Med Bay, directed by Price to do a test to see if anything was to be in his system, then turns to Owl. "Did you watch it?"

"And you tried to stop him, I hope? Because now I could have a soldier on drugs, Owl."

Told him best we didn’t try to eat or touch at the cookies, sir. He HAD closed the lid, but moved his hand before I could stop him when he licked at the powder

"Mh." He nods and walks off, going to finish up his duties and leaving Owl alone.

Owl watches, sighing gruffly under his mask and heading to medbay

Meanwhile in the medbay Stay is sat on one of the waiting chairs, tapping his knees again.

"Little... Tingle." He mumbles and pokes his tongue out.

"Tap?" He giggles a little and looks as a medic walks back over with a kit. She explains the setup, Stray complies, all is fine, and he waits for his test results.

"Mh.." Stray nods and rubs his arm where the needle went in, giving it small circles to soothe the pain. "Said.. Thirty minutes.."

"No, you-" He shakes his head and gently nudges him away. "You- Work-"

I don’t have anything to do

"Train-" He keeps trying to push Owl away, shaking his head.

"No-!" He shakes his head, probably overwhelmed and just wanting to be alone. "Mrrr!" He groans and stands up, walking to a cupboard and locking himself inside while making noises of distress and stimming.

Owl pauses, watching awkwardly and in confusion

"Room." He replies and nudges the fabric, tucked under the man's arm with the black-out fabric. "Mmmmmm.." He hums low and covers his ears.

Owl nods, staying put

Stray stays there for a long time, head rested against Owl's chest as he calms down, hands dropping to fiddle with a fabric thread on his uniform. "Better.." He softly mumbles and looks up at Owl.

Owl humms, nodding

Stray shuffles out of the cloak, sitting back down on his chair and looking at his already butchered nails, trying to find something to pick at.

Owl was still waiting for the results

He sits still, then grumbles and looks bored out of his brain.

Ptience, Stray.

"Boring." He looks through a magazine Owl finds familiar.

Owl tenses awkwardly, tho doesn’t show it as a few pictures of a deep red long haired man was shown on some pages. The physique slim. Some shots had him wearing more comfortable looking clothing, others more on the ‘edgy’ side. And a few a TAD on the suggestive—

Stray pauses on one of the edgy pages, squinting his eyes before looking at Owl, to the page, then Owl again. He makes a small hum and keeps looking through the thin pages, slamming it closed at a lingerie section.

Owl’s claw gloved hands flexed quietly and he avoided looking down. Some may think it was to not seem like a ‘pervert’ tho in truth…. He hated seeing magazines—

Stray slowly puts the magazine back, staring at Owl. "You see?" He asks and gestures to the magazine, looking a little red.

Owl nods, still not looking back

"Looked... Familiar." He mumbles and gives it a good thought, glancing at Owl every few minutes.

"Like.. Seen before." He thinks and shrugs, putting it aside. The medic then comes over and hands Stray a piece of paper, and he reads the test results before showing Owl.

The paper read that most drugs were clear, one testing positive, just some anti-anxiety medication. "Clear."

Stray shuffles off to the Med Bay, directed by Price to do a test to see if anything was to be in his system, then turns to Owl. "Did you watch it?"

"And you tried to stop him, I hope? Because now I could have a soldier on drugs, Owl."

Told him best we didn’t try to eat or touch at the cookies, sir. He HAD closed the lid, but moved his hand before I could stop him when he licked at the powder

"Mh." He nods and walks off, going to finish up his duties and leaving Owl alone.

Owl watches, sighing gruffly under his mask and heading to medbay

Meanwhile in the medbay Stay is sat on one of the waiting chairs, tapping his knees again.

"Little... Tingle." He mumbles and pokes his tongue out.

"Tap?" He giggles a little and looks as a medic walks back over with a kit. She explains the setup, Stray complies, all is fine, and he waits for his test results.

"Mh.." Stray nods and rubs his arm where the needle went in, giving it small circles to soothe the pain. "Said.. Thirty minutes.."

"No, you-" He shakes his head and gently nudges him away. "You- Work-"

I don’t have anything to do

"Train-" He keeps trying to push Owl away, shaking his head.

"No-!" He shakes his head, probably overwhelmed and just wanting to be alone. "Mrrr!" He groans and stands up, walking to a cupboard and locking himself inside while making noises of distress and stimming.

Owl pauses, watching awkwardly and in confusion

"Room." He replies and nudges the fabric, tucked under the man's arm with the black-out fabric. "Mmmmmm.." He hums low and covers his ears.

Owl nods, staying put

Stray stays there for a long time, head rested against Owl's chest as he calms down, hands dropping to fiddle with a fabric thread on his uniform. "Better.." He softly mumbles and looks up at Owl.

Owl humms, nodding

Stray shuffles out of the cloak, sitting back down on his chair and looking at his already butchered nails, trying to find something to pick at.

Owl was still waiting for the results

He sits still, then grumbles and looks bored out of his brain.

Ptience, Stray.

"Boring." He looks through a magazine Owl finds familiar.

Owl tenses awkwardly, tho doesn’t show it as a few pictures of a deep red long haired man was shown on some pages. The physique slim. Some shots had him wearing more comfortable looking clothing, others more on the ‘edgy’ side. And a few a TAD on the suggestive—

Stray pauses on one of the edgy pages, squinting his eyes before looking at Owl, to the page, then Owl again. He makes a small hum and keeps looking through the thin pages, slamming it closed at a lingerie section.

Owl’s claw gloved hands flexed quietly and he avoided looking down. Some may think it was to not seem like a ‘pervert’ tho in truth…. He hated seeing magazines—

Stray slowly puts the magazine back, staring at Owl. "You see?" He asks and gestures to the magazine, looking a little red.

Owl nods, still not looking back

"Looked... Familiar." He mumbles and gives it a good thought, glancing at Owl every few minutes.

"Like.. Seen before." He thinks and shrugs, putting it aside. The medic then comes over and hands Stray a piece of paper, and he reads the test results before showing Owl.

Stray shuffles off to the Med Bay, directed by Price to do a test to see if anything was to be in his system, then turns to Owl. "Did you watch it?"

"And you tried to stop him, I hope? Because now I could have a soldier on drugs, Owl."

Told him best we didn’t try to eat or touch at the cookies, sir. He HAD closed the lid, but moved his hand before I could stop him when he licked at the powder

"Mh." He nods and walks off, going to finish up his duties and leaving Owl alone.

Owl watches, sighing gruffly under his mask and heading to medbay

Meanwhile in the medbay Stay is sat on one of the waiting chairs, tapping his knees again.

"Little... Tingle." He mumbles and pokes his tongue out.

"Tap?" He giggles a little and looks as a medic walks back over with a kit. She explains the setup, Stray complies, all is fine, and he waits for his test results.

"Mh.." Stray nods and rubs his arm where the needle went in, giving it small circles to soothe the pain. "Said.. Thirty minutes.."

"No, you-" He shakes his head and gently nudges him away. "You- Work-"

I don’t have anything to do

"Train-" He keeps trying to push Owl away, shaking his head.

"No-!" He shakes his head, probably overwhelmed and just wanting to be alone. "Mrrr!" He groans and stands up, walking to a cupboard and locking himself inside while making noises of distress and stimming.

Owl pauses, watching awkwardly and in confusion

"Room." He replies and nudges the fabric, tucked under the man's arm with the black-out fabric. "Mmmmmm.." He hums low and covers his ears.

Owl nods, staying put

Stray stays there for a long time, head rested against Owl's chest as he calms down, hands dropping to fiddle with a fabric thread on his uniform. "Better.." He softly mumbles and looks up at Owl.

Owl humms, nodding

Stray shuffles out of the cloak, sitting back down on his chair and looking at his already butchered nails, trying to find something to pick at.

Owl was still waiting for the results

He sits still, then grumbles and looks bored out of his brain.

Ptience, Stray.

"Boring." He looks through a magazine Owl finds familiar.

Owl tenses awkwardly, tho doesn’t show it as a few pictures of a deep red long haired man was shown on some pages. The physique slim. Some shots had him wearing more comfortable looking clothing, others more on the ‘edgy’ side. And a few a TAD on the suggestive—

Stray pauses on one of the edgy pages, squinting his eyes before looking at Owl, to the page, then Owl again. He makes a small hum and keeps looking through the thin pages, slamming it closed at a lingerie section.

Owl’s claw gloved hands flexed quietly and he avoided looking down. Some may think it was to not seem like a ‘pervert’ tho in truth…. He hated seeing magazines—

Stray slowly puts the magazine back, staring at Owl. "You see?" He asks and gestures to the magazine, looking a little red.

Owl nods, still not looking back

"Looked... Familiar." He mumbles and gives it a good thought, glancing at Owl every few minutes.

Stray shuffles off to the Med Bay, directed by Price to do a test to see if anything was to be in his system, then turns to Owl. "Did you watch it?"

"And you tried to stop him, I hope? Because now I could have a soldier on drugs, Owl."

Told him best we didn’t try to eat or touch at the cookies, sir. He HAD closed the lid, but moved his hand before I could stop him when he licked at the powder

"Mh." He nods and walks off, going to finish up his duties and leaving Owl alone.

Owl watches, sighing gruffly under his mask and heading to medbay

Meanwhile in the medbay Stay is sat on one of the waiting chairs, tapping his knees again.

"Little... Tingle." He mumbles and pokes his tongue out.

"Tap?" He giggles a little and looks as a medic walks back over with a kit. She explains the setup, Stray complies, all is fine, and he waits for his test results.

"Mh.." Stray nods and rubs his arm where the needle went in, giving it small circles to soothe the pain. "Said.. Thirty minutes.."

"No, you-" He shakes his head and gently nudges him away. "You- Work-"

I don’t have anything to do

"Train-" He keeps trying to push Owl away, shaking his head.

"No-!" He shakes his head, probably overwhelmed and just wanting to be alone. "Mrrr!" He groans and stands up, walking to a cupboard and locking himself inside while making noises of distress and stimming.

Owl pauses, watching awkwardly and in confusion

"Room." He replies and nudges the fabric, tucked under the man's arm with the black-out fabric. "Mmmmmm.." He hums low and covers his ears.

Owl nods, staying put

Stray stays there for a long time, head rested against Owl's chest as he calms down, hands dropping to fiddle with a fabric thread on his uniform. "Better.." He softly mumbles and looks up at Owl.

Owl humms, nodding

Stray shuffles out of the cloak, sitting back down on his chair and looking at his already butchered nails, trying to find something to pick at.

Owl was still waiting for the results

He sits still, then grumbles and looks bored out of his brain.

Ptience, Stray.

"Boring." He looks through a magazine Owl finds familiar.

Owl tenses awkwardly, tho doesn’t show it as a few pictures of a deep red long haired man was shown on some pages. The physique slim. Some shots had him wearing more comfortable looking clothing, others more on the ‘edgy’ side. And a few a TAD on the suggestive—

Stray pauses on one of the edgy pages, squinting his eyes before looking at Owl, to the page, then Owl again. He makes a small hum and keeps looking through the thin pages, slamming it closed at a lingerie section.

Owl’s claw gloved hands flexed quietly and he avoided looking down. Some may think it was to not seem like a ‘pervert’ tho in truth…. He hated seeing magazines—

Stray slowly puts the magazine back, staring at Owl. "You see?" He asks and gestures to the magazine, looking a little red.

Stray shuffles off to the Med Bay, directed by Price to do a test to see if anything was to be in his system, then turns to Owl. "Did you watch it?"

"And you tried to stop him, I hope? Because now I could have a soldier on drugs, Owl."

Told him best we didn’t try to eat or touch at the cookies, sir. He HAD closed the lid, but moved his hand before I could stop him when he licked at the powder

"Mh." He nods and walks off, going to finish up his duties and leaving Owl alone.

Owl watches, sighing gruffly under his mask and heading to medbay

Meanwhile in the medbay Stay is sat on one of the waiting chairs, tapping his knees again.

"Little... Tingle." He mumbles and pokes his tongue out.

"Tap?" He giggles a little and looks as a medic walks back over with a kit. She explains the setup, Stray complies, all is fine, and he waits for his test results.

"Mh.." Stray nods and rubs his arm where the needle went in, giving it small circles to soothe the pain. "Said.. Thirty minutes.."

"No, you-" He shakes his head and gently nudges him away. "You- Work-"

I don’t have anything to do

"Train-" He keeps trying to push Owl away, shaking his head.

"No-!" He shakes his head, probably overwhelmed and just wanting to be alone. "Mrrr!" He groans and stands up, walking to a cupboard and locking himself inside while making noises of distress and stimming.

Owl pauses, watching awkwardly and in confusion

"Room." He replies and nudges the fabric, tucked under the man's arm with the black-out fabric. "Mmmmmm.." He hums low and covers his ears.

Owl nods, staying put

Stray stays there for a long time, head rested against Owl's chest as he calms down, hands dropping to fiddle with a fabric thread on his uniform. "Better.." He softly mumbles and looks up at Owl.

Owl humms, nodding

Stray shuffles out of the cloak, sitting back down on his chair and looking at his already butchered nails, trying to find something to pick at.

Owl was still waiting for the results

He sits still, then grumbles and looks bored out of his brain.

Ptience, Stray.

"Boring." He looks through a magazine Owl finds familiar.

Owl tenses awkwardly, tho doesn’t show it as a few pictures of a deep red long haired man was shown on some pages. The physique slim. Some shots had him wearing more comfortable looking clothing, others more on the ‘edgy’ side. And a few a TAD on the suggestive—

Stray pauses on one of the edgy pages, squinting his eyes before looking at Owl, to the page, then Owl again. He makes a small hum and keeps looking through the thin pages, slamming it closed at a lingerie section.

Stray shuffles off to the Med Bay, directed by Price to do a test to see if anything was to be in his system, then turns to Owl. "Did you watch it?"

"And you tried to stop him, I hope? Because now I could have a soldier on drugs, Owl."

Told him best we didn’t try to eat or touch at the cookies, sir. He HAD closed the lid, but moved his hand before I could stop him when he licked at the powder

"Mh." He nods and walks off, going to finish up his duties and leaving Owl alone.

Owl watches, sighing gruffly under his mask and heading to medbay

Meanwhile in the medbay Stay is sat on one of the waiting chairs, tapping his knees again.

"Little... Tingle." He mumbles and pokes his tongue out.

"Tap?" He giggles a little and looks as a medic walks back over with a kit. She explains the setup, Stray complies, all is fine, and he waits for his test results.

"Mh.." Stray nods and rubs his arm where the needle went in, giving it small circles to soothe the pain. "Said.. Thirty minutes.."

"No, you-" He shakes his head and gently nudges him away. "You- Work-"

I don’t have anything to do

"Train-" He keeps trying to push Owl away, shaking his head.

"No-!" He shakes his head, probably overwhelmed and just wanting to be alone. "Mrrr!" He groans and stands up, walking to a cupboard and locking himself inside while making noises of distress and stimming.

Owl pauses, watching awkwardly and in confusion

"Room." He replies and nudges the fabric, tucked under the man's arm with the black-out fabric. "Mmmmmm.." He hums low and covers his ears.

Owl nods, staying put

Stray stays there for a long time, head rested against Owl's chest as he calms down, hands dropping to fiddle with a fabric thread on his uniform. "Better.." He softly mumbles and looks up at Owl.

Owl humms, nodding

Stray shuffles out of the cloak, sitting back down on his chair and looking at his already butchered nails, trying to find something to pick at.

Owl was still waiting for the results

He sits still, then grumbles and looks bored out of his brain.

Ptience, Stray.

"Boring." He looks through a magazine Owl finds familiar.

Petra's hips buck against Soap's, letting out small whines. She then reaches her hand down and takes down her panties and reaches her hand out to Soap's boxers, palming him.

Soap lets out a low whimper and closes his eyes, his member throbbing against her hand between the fabric. "Mhh- Off?" He asks and squirms a little, Stray's hand moving to gently hold her hip, another reaching down and softly rubbing her bud with a small whine from himself. "Petra- Fuuuck.." Soap groans and tilts his head back, a little flushed as he tries to take his boxers off.

Petra hooks her finger on Soap's boxers, tugging them off and letting his manhood free. She then starts stroking it a bit while she leans her head over to Stray and presses a few kisses to his neck.

Stray whines and keeps fidgeting with her clit, making small whimpers as he eventually stops and curls up, waiting his turn. "Mh- Yeah.." Soap grunts and holds her hips tight, straddling her lap nicely as his stomach grows warm. "Mhh- Please- Please dinnae be crude..." He pleads and lowers his head a little, panting and trying to touch himself for some pleasure. "F-F- No, please-!"

Soap starts whining and jolting his hips up, Stray taking action and holding his hands together. "I think- Belt?" He speaks up and tries to reach for the belt on the floor. "Hands.. Tie." He adds on as Soap makes unlawful whimpers and moaning noises, trying to hold Petra's hips and control the pace. "Please, mo ghràidh, mas e do thoil e..." He whines and arches his back, mumbling in Gaelic. "Tha mi glè fhaisg - Feuch, a ghràidh, leig dhomh crìochnachadh - Feuch..!" He whimpers out loudly, not really liking submitting. "F-Fuck!" He groans again as his hips jolt up once more, Petra squeezing around him oh so nicely. "Mhhh!" Johnny frustratedly grumbles and pushes his hips down, only to make a sobbing whine. "I'm so close, so close pretty girl- Please..."

Soap lets out another pitiful whine, just wanting his release, a with his hands being let go by Stray the opportunity is right there... But he behaves and just wriggles around instead. "Mhh.. Loose.." Stray looks at the belt, his hands a little pale. "And- Sensitive.. I'm loud.." He adds on, just warning Petra before they get started. "No, It's-" He whines and shakes his head quickly, tucking his legs up.

Pspsps.. Amaeeee.... @medic-petra

"F-fff.." He whines and wriggles his hips again, still making soft noises for a hardened military man. "Please.." He croaks out, probably losing his voice once more from talking all day. "Not fair.." He whines, then Soap shuffles over and looks to Petra, elbowing her to lay down. He then kisses her inner thighs, so close to where she wants, gently licking her arousal while staring at her the entire time. "How do ye like it, aye? No' fair."

Stray shuffles off to the Med Bay, directed by Price to do a test to see if anything was to be in his system, then turns to Owl. "Did you watch it?"

"And you tried to stop him, I hope? Because now I could have a soldier on drugs, Owl."

Told him best we didn’t try to eat or touch at the cookies, sir. He HAD closed the lid, but moved his hand before I could stop him when he licked at the powder

"Mh." He nods and walks off, going to finish up his duties and leaving Owl alone.

Owl watches, sighing gruffly under his mask and heading to medbay

Meanwhile in the medbay Stay is sat on one of the waiting chairs, tapping his knees again.

"Little... Tingle." He mumbles and pokes his tongue out.

"Tap?" He giggles a little and looks as a medic walks back over with a kit. She explains the setup, Stray complies, all is fine, and he waits for his test results.

"Mh.." Stray nods and rubs his arm where the needle went in, giving it small circles to soothe the pain. "Said.. Thirty minutes.."

"No, you-" He shakes his head and gently nudges him away. "You- Work-"

I don’t have anything to do

"Train-" He keeps trying to push Owl away, shaking his head.

"No-!" He shakes his head, probably overwhelmed and just wanting to be alone. "Mrrr!" He groans and stands up, walking to a cupboard and locking himself inside while making noises of distress and stimming.

Owl pauses, watching awkwardly and in confusion

"Room." He replies and nudges the fabric, tucked under the man's arm with the black-out fabric. "Mmmmmm.." He hums low and covers his ears.

Owl nods, staying put

Stray stays there for a long time, head rested against Owl's chest as he calms down, hands dropping to fiddle with a fabric thread on his uniform. "Better.." He softly mumbles and looks up at Owl.

Owl humms, nodding

Stray shuffles out of the cloak, sitting back down on his chair and looking at his already butchered nails, trying to find something to pick at.

Owl was still waiting for the results

He sits still, then grumbles and looks bored out of his brain.

Stray shuffles off to the Med Bay, directed by Price to do a test to see if anything was to be in his system, then turns to Owl. "Did you watch it?"

"And you tried to stop him, I hope? Because now I could have a soldier on drugs, Owl."

Told him best we didn’t try to eat or touch at the cookies, sir. He HAD closed the lid, but moved his hand before I could stop him when he licked at the powder

"Mh." He nods and walks off, going to finish up his duties and leaving Owl alone.

Owl watches, sighing gruffly under his mask and heading to medbay

Meanwhile in the medbay Stay is sat on one of the waiting chairs, tapping his knees again.

"Little... Tingle." He mumbles and pokes his tongue out.

"Tap?" He giggles a little and looks as a medic walks back over with a kit. She explains the setup, Stray complies, all is fine, and he waits for his test results.

"Mh.." Stray nods and rubs his arm where the needle went in, giving it small circles to soothe the pain. "Said.. Thirty minutes.."

"No, you-" He shakes his head and gently nudges him away. "You- Work-"

I don’t have anything to do

"Train-" He keeps trying to push Owl away, shaking his head.

"No-!" He shakes his head, probably overwhelmed and just wanting to be alone. "Mrrr!" He groans and stands up, walking to a cupboard and locking himself inside while making noises of distress and stimming.

Owl pauses, watching awkwardly and in confusion

"Room." He replies and nudges the fabric, tucked under the man's arm with the black-out fabric. "Mmmmmm.." He hums low and covers his ears.

Owl nods, staying put

Stray stays there for a long time, head rested against Owl's chest as he calms down, hands dropping to fiddle with a fabric thread on his uniform. "Better.." He softly mumbles and looks up at Owl.

Owl humms, nodding

Stray shuffles out of the cloak, sitting back down on his chair and looking at his already butchered nails, trying to find something to pick at.

Petra's hips buck against Soap's, letting out small whines. She then reaches her hand down and takes down her panties and reaches her hand out to Soap's boxers, palming him.

Soap lets out a low whimper and closes his eyes, his member throbbing against her hand between the fabric. "Mhh- Off?" He asks and squirms a little, Stray's hand moving to gently hold her hip, another reaching down and softly rubbing her bud with a small whine from himself. "Petra- Fuuuck.." Soap groans and tilts his head back, a little flushed as he tries to take his boxers off.

Petra hooks her finger on Soap's boxers, tugging them off and letting his manhood free. She then starts stroking it a bit while she leans her head over to Stray and presses a few kisses to his neck.

Stray whines and keeps fidgeting with her clit, making small whimpers as he eventually stops and curls up, waiting his turn. "Mh- Yeah.." Soap grunts and holds her hips tight, straddling her lap nicely as his stomach grows warm. "Mhh- Please- Please dinnae be crude..." He pleads and lowers his head a little, panting and trying to touch himself for some pleasure. "F-F- No, please-!"

Soap starts whining and jolting his hips up, Stray taking action and holding his hands together. "I think- Belt?" He speaks up and tries to reach for the belt on the floor. "Hands.. Tie." He adds on as Soap makes unlawful whimpers and moaning noises, trying to hold Petra's hips and control the pace. "Please, mo ghràidh, mas e do thoil e..." He whines and arches his back, mumbling in Gaelic. "Tha mi glè fhaisg - Feuch, a ghràidh, leig dhomh crìochnachadh - Feuch..!" He whimpers out loudly, not really liking submitting. "F-Fuck!" He groans again as his hips jolt up once more, Petra squeezing around him oh so nicely. "Mhhh!" Johnny frustratedly grumbles and pushes his hips down, only to make a sobbing whine. "I'm so close, so close pretty girl- Please..."

Soap lets out another pitiful whine, just wanting his release, a with his hands being let go by Stray the opportunity is right there... But he behaves and just wriggles around instead. "Mhh.. Loose.." Stray looks at the belt, his hands a little pale. "And- Sensitive.. I'm loud.." He adds on, just warning Petra before they get started. "No, It's-" He whines and shakes his head quickly, tucking his legs up.

Pspsps.. Amaeeee.... @medic-petra