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[stand_unshaken]

He just thinks fuck you, quietly enough that it might not register - and if it does, she'll know what he means.

Take it with you, would you - what d'you mean, yours?

[dog_eat_dog]

She gets it, but she grimaces just the same. She can barely control her mouth sometimes, how the hell is she supposed to control her thoughts?

It's a joke, she retorts, as she tucks the journal under her arm. Relax. This is going to be a long week and I'm the one with the body.

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Think the Admiral gave mine up because my body's already half-pickled?

Arthur isn't a terribly physical person, but he suddenly misses it badly, moving around himself.

[dog_eat_dog]

That or he knows I'd be the worst backseat driver.

She can just imagine what boredom might drive her to. God, that might be an even longer week.

Anything else I should grab from here?

[stand_unshaken]

No, but lock it up behind you. Can we go check on someone else? See if it's the whole ship?

[dog_eat_dog]

Can do. I’m going to change first, though.

Like hell she’s going to wander around in her pajamas. Tess heads out, locking up behind her.

Who do you want to check with? Misty? She’s probably with William, if this is everyone.

[stand_unshaken]

Or he's with her. Who's to say it's not any which way?

The idea that she's going to be changing and he won't be able to at least turn around and give her some privacy is giving him the heebie-jeebies.

[dog_eat_dog]

It’s gonna be a long week. At the very least, she doesn’t give a shit about that part — having her thoughts stripped bare feels like a worse reveal.

Why don’t I just text them? I don’t think William’s going to be in a great mood either way.

[stand_unshaken]

He's going to be insufferable with you because of the mere suggestion I might be around. Just warning you..

He can't, obviously, disguise the weird disdain he feels for William.

[dog_eat_dog]

I wish you two would just have an Enclosure shootout or something and put that shit to bed.

She pulls out her communicator yo text Misty anyway as she lets herself back into her room, where Nicki Minaj’s Starships is cheerily blaring.

[stand_unshaken]

How can you even hear yourself think in this noise? I'm not talking about William while you do this.

[dog_eat_dog]

Please, you'll take any excuse you can get to not talk about him.

Which isn't exactly an issue to Tess, given how their conversations have typically gone down, but she turns the music down anyway. And then, considering she should spare him now in case she needs to drive him nuts with it later, she turns it off entirely.

And I can hear both of us think just fine, for the record.

[stand_unshaken]

Well, I'm an old man, have some pity.

[dog_eat_dog]

Yeah, I know your ancient bones can't handle a bit of bass.

She shucks off her pajama pants and pulls on jeans. And, considering just how long this week is going to be:

How open are you to us doing a don't-ask-don't-tell thing this week?

[stand_unshaken]

You gotta elaborate on that. But if it sounds like what I think it sounds like, we should likely establish some boundaries.

[dog_eat_dog]

If one of us brings up something stupid by accident, we don't talk about it. At least until we're back to normal.

[stand_unshaken]

Alright. I can get behind that. I won't judge too harshly, promise.

[dog_eat_dog]

Thanks.

She'll worry about the after later. That's how it's always worked.