#melci

    “CC?!” Mark cried as he was lowered, turning to see her smug expression.

    “The Captain asked me to help you.” Celci informed the awestruck Engineer.

    It was an odd feeling, Mark’s heart fluttering. His face was warm, and not just from the embarrassment of being too short to reach something.

    “No fair!” He whined “Since when did you get so strong?!” 

    Celcionna rolled her eyes, taking the manual from him. “Since we underwent that physical training regiment. Did you think you were the only one keeping up with that?”

    Mark folded his arms. “No. I just… Didn’t know it would be so effective. I had that, by the way. I was about to get it before you interrupted.”

    Mark reached for the manual to have it back, wanting to fulfill his orders himself, but was instead met with being slung over Celci’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She carried him easily, as he kicked his feet.

    “Hey!! Let me go, come on!! You’re such an asshat!” He protested in vain.

    Celci laughed, a rarity. She was normally incredibly serious, and Mark would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t find the sound so beautiful.