#commander bly

Fox, walking into his office to see Wolffe sipping nothing out of his mug, Cody looking out of his office window like a vigilante looking over his corrupt city, and Bly sitting in his chair...albeit on the opposite side of his desk where Fox won't have to shoot him: What are you three doing? Wolffe: Knock before you enter, Commander Not-Fox. Fox, sighing: Not this again... Cody, sighing dramatically: Commander Fox, can you tell Commander Not-Fox that I'm trying to brood? Bly: Commander Fox is trying to brood. Fox: Is this how you think I act? Thorn, knocking on the office door: Hey, is there a meeting going on? Fox: N-- Wolffe, sighing into his pretend-coffee: Do you need something, Thorn? Cody, talking like he's contemplating the cursed city outside: Everyone needs something on Coruscant, something I can't give them... Bly, dropping his head into his hands over the desk: I'm too busy for this right now, Thorn... Fox, shaking his head: You three are-- Thorn: Why are they all acting like you? Fox: ...

Wolffe: What's wrong with you? Fox: It looks like you're trying to hide... Cody, sighing: I feel naked when we're all in armor... Rex: Naked? Bly: When we're wearing armor? They all look over them as a group. Wolffe, snorting: Oh. Fox struggles to hold back laughter. Rex, smirking: I see. Bly, amused: We'll get you a towel. The other three finally start laughing. Cody, groaning: Maybe I should just wear my kama on Coruscant...

Bly, kissing Fox's cheeks: It's good to see you again. Fox, blinking: Should we go to my bunk, or--? Bly, raising a brow: Wh--? OH! Fox, it's a greeting! One I just learned not to use with you... Fox: I mean, we're closer than that, right? You might as well-- Bly, leaning away from Fox's attempt to kiss him on the mouth: Why are you like this? Fox: Stress, a serotonin shortage, and honestly, my commanders have been spoiling me. Bly, sighing: I should have known...