#coreel

Thank you so much for the tag @greenharrow ! I don't think I've done this one... or it's just been a while. :D

Wanna try that again and not suffocate on my shirt?” Corr asks and gently turns Mereel face until he’s not trying to smother himself in fabric.

“I asked what time it was,” Mereel says, voice soft and a little more rough than normal, but parsecs more comprehensible when not muffled against him.

“Nearly morning,” Corr says, fingers carefully carding through Mereels hair that is still growing out from the blonde dye job of a previous mission. There’s a pregnant pause and then Mereel asks, “of what day?”

And that means that it’s beyond time for Mereel to take a break, drink more karking water, and get some sleep. Corr may have to pull out the big blasters for this or something else which is typically more enticing to Mereel.