JULY PLANET MINGLE

[save_the_souls]

Who: YOU. ME. EVERYONE.
Broadcast: IF YOU WANT
Action: YEAH!!!!!
When: July!

[Congratulations to the crews that did not get themselves blown up! Welcome to the Blue Planet, a planet full of charming islands and even less charming weather patterns! Are you going to take the time to enjoy the beach? Help out with the local Nunnilis population? Get caught in a storm with another person and have a rating boosting sexual tension moment? The world's your oyster!]

[Yeah in other words: ITS A MINGLE GET IN HERE]

[July Planet Info!]

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[slukhtis]

[ For a good moment Michael says nothing, looking at Robin from the corner of his eyes. ]

...Yeah.

[ He might've just never thought of buying clothes with it. ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

...You've spent it all on booze, haven't you.

[he knows where this is going...]

[slukhtis]

Might've. [ Booze is important Robin, don't you dare judge him. ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Then... I guess you'll just have go hang around your ship in your boxers.

[he plunks his head down on Michael's shoulder.]

You'll catch a cold. Poor you. If only you'd bought some other clothes.

[slukhtis]

[ He pulls a face, the font of maturity here. ]

If I do I'll come find you. Make you deal with my snotty miserably mess.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Oh, I'll deal with it all right.

[and, of course, he says horrible things as if they were a term of endearment:]

Stick your head right out the airlock. Bet that'd clear out your sinuses.

[slukhtis]

[ He feels the love, really he does. ]

I'll make you come with me. [ And Michael isn't even bothered. ] Can go on a space walk together or some shit.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Or... You can come over to my ship, and I'll keep you warm while your clothes get washed.

[what a cheesy thing to say. but he says it while starting to tiptoe fingers up Michael's chest, so maybe it really is as suddenly hitting-on-him-intended as it sounds.]

[slukhtis]

[ He gives Robin's fingers a look before focusing on the other man himself, grin cracking the corners of his mouth. He certainly isn't bothered about how suddenly being hit on it sounds. ]

Yeah? Might take you up on that. Hate being cold.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Good. [he settles against him a little more securely, pressing his hand flat at the other's collar.] You know to find me.

[slukhtis]

Mmhmm. [ The pressure of his hand is oddly comfortable, allowing Robin's hand to remain right where it settled. Only a moment later he nudges a finger with his chin. ] How are you feeling right now?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Hm? [he glances up, attentive again.]

Right now? Warm. Been thinking a lot, kind of busy. Some fuckhead threw sand down my shirt.

[are any of these things the answer to Michael's question? maybe not.]

So, not bad.

[slukhtis]

Thinking? Dangerous that, might give you a headache. Or worse.

[ Regardless of if the answers he received are the ones or not Michael decides to flop back down onto the sand. He makes sure to grab onto Robin's wrist as he goes, tugging at it as a signal to follow. ]

Didn't really throw, more like dropped it. Or shoved. Whatever, you still like me.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he laughs that melodious, odd laugh of his at that last little bit--gives into being tugged, but settles with careful intent. he doesn't want sand sticking to him.]

I don't want to get dirty. I kind of hate sand.

[slukhtis]

Lay on me then. [ He likes his laugh, likes the oddness of it so he grin lazily as shoulders rise and fall. ] Won't get any sand on you.