#shcnyfrye

“Something tells me my answer isn’t going to matter.” He knows her type. He’s been on the Discovery long enough to get used to it. 

‘  i have more talents than just knowing a few languages,  ’    he replies softly and with a grin,  then plays another small melody while occasionally glancing over at her.   elio’s not particularly trying to woo her,  but there’s a need to do something with his hands,  so here he is  -  playing piano.    ‘  i’ve been playing since i was tall enough to reach the keys.   can you play anything? ’

“Aunt Kaylee! Aunty Kaylee!” Her little fist bangs against the door as she called out. A pink backpack filled with everything she would need rested over her shoulders, a stuffed dog under her arm. “Aunty Kaylee, can I come in?”

     “it’s not as fun as you think it is to be going about my day and suddenly get a new burn.“

                 for second, she’d thrown him. it wasn’t so often he heard kaylee be the one to advocate the less peaceful option… but this time? he couldn’t say he disagreed. sometimes it was bigger than just saving their own skins.    “  y’know, i think you might be right about that…  ”    his mind flicked back to his own words just a day or two ago – he’d been so sure this was going to be an easy one. wash chuckled.    “  wow, i’d hate to be the idiot who said it was gonna be smooth sailing this time…  ”

   There was a small laugh in the back of the other’s throat when the mechanic spoke -- Cassian was assisting her with a fix to Serenity’s engines. NOT BECAUSE SHE WASN’T CAPABLE, oh no -- Cassian knew that she was more capable to fix it on her own than he would be on his own. But, the Captain was pressed for time -- when had made Kaylee pressed for time. So, Cassian had offered up his help to try and expedite the remedy so that she did not have so much too do.   He turns the object over in his hand a few times to check to make sure it was in one, solid piece before he was moving to screw it back into the engine itself. “Ain’t always kind,” he tells her, his eyes on the project, “Just helpful to those deserving.”

         hands deep in the pocket of his flight suit, he ventured towards the engine room. stepping inside, he peered around for a sight of the mechanic. kaylee was the only other soul on board -- everybody else was tending to some duty or another.    “  kaylee? you need a hand?  ”    still no sight of her. but he wasn’t about to jinx anything by admitting he was well and truly bored.     “  or am i just gonna have to take up whittling or something? because i don’t that i can deal with all the splinters...  ”   //  @shcnyfrye ♥︎’d

@shcnyfrye // s.c.