driftfleet | just keep swimming;

[Remy’s routine hasn’t changed that much when he is on board the ship and not working at the Space Bar; going about his normal exercise routine, cooking in the kitchen either to try new ideas out or just to make food for his shipmates, or just hanging around to chat as he spots people. The main differences is he now typically has a cat in his arms and one in each front pocket of his coat. Sometimes he lets them down to roam along with him, exploring the ship but also making sure they don’t get too far or annoy the others. He also is allow them to learn to climb, both on items on the ship and himself, or on others if they allow it.

He may have even set up a little course for them in the bay, using old boxes that items were shipped in to make them climbing ledges and places to play on.]

_{[ Hey, what's this Remy? Oh, he came to visit you, that's what. Look, every now and then he needs to come to your place for a dalliance rather than his own, and it was a nice respite from certain - well, you knew what. It was hard having frisky youngsters being shipmates sometimes.

He comes into the kitchen, picking up one of the exploring kittens, scratching beneath their chin as he wanders over to Remy with a teasing smirk. ]}

Already becoming to much for you, are they?

[Having turned his head just enough to spot who belonged to the footsteps as they had entered the kitchen, Remy turned back to what he was working on, smiling at Kirk's words.] Ahh, didn't feel right to keep them all cooped up in m' room, gotta let them explore. [In saying that, the little grey one was sticking close to his feet, circling around them as cats did. The other one, still loose, was trying to jump from chair to chair, not always with success.] How ya doin', cher?

Good thing cats are considered lucky for ships.

_{[ He kept the kitten to his chest, rubbing at the scruff of her neck and behind ears as he leaned in and kissed Remy's cheek. ]}

I'm fine, I just needed a break from my own silver halls for a bit. That, and I could smell your cooking.

'm pretty sure that was because they used to catch 'nd eat any pests that got on board, which I'm all happy for them to do, but really hopin' we don't have a space-rat 'nfestation or something here. [Yes, 'space-rat', because clearly they were in space and that made sense.

A smile to the kiss, Remy did however put on a mock glare for a moment,] Ya better had meant that as a compliment. [But was unable to keep up the act while around one of his favorite people on the Fleet.] Because if not, ya need ya head checked it ya don't think my cookin' is amazin'.

Lord help us if we get infested with tribbles.

_{[ He shuddered at the very thought of it. They were cute at first
glance, but once they started breeding... lord help you. ]}

When it's not attempting to burn my tongue out of my mouth, it's delightful.

_{[ He hasn't forgotten your little prank, Remy, and he nips your ear as
a reminder too before backing off and going to sit , cupping the kitten in
his lap. ]}

Hopefully you made enough for two?

[That thought made Remy pause, thinking of the chaos tribbles would cause.] Yeah, would have to jettison all the food. Though seems kinda cruel to starve them to death... could shove them onto a ship with people we don't like in it. [On that same thought.] Would think the Fleet would have some sort of anti-contamination system in place to stop us all getting sick with... space-flu or something, let 'long bigger stuff.

[However any deeper thought on that was instantly brush away from his mind at the mention of that prank, grinning as he spoke.] Ya seemed to survive it just fine. Not that I would want to ever really risk that tongue of ya's.

You would think, but tribbles are notorious for infesting just about anything and everything and they reproduce at almost the fastest rate in the known universe. Even Klingons have listed them as a sworn enemy. Just contemplate that for a bit.

_{[ He smirked, holding the kitten tighter to his chest and kissing her
forehead as she purred loudly. ]}

Whatever would you do if I lost my tongue, mmm?

I would be 'ncredibly saddened to not hear ya sweet voice again. [Remy put on a soft smile, placing a hand over his heart to finish up the act, before letting it slip after a moment or two into it's normal smirk.

As for the cooking.] 'm tryin' to get fresh pasta to work for the Bar. Wish had access to something that resembled tomatoes out here, feels like a scavenger hunt every time we land somewhere to try 'nd find fresh produce.

_{[ Kirk laughed at the teasing and batted his eyelashes like a charmed
maiden for a heart beat before turning his attention to the pasta. ]}

I don't know why Atroma doesn't just invest in replicators. It would make thinks a lot easier.

_{[ He sniffed at the pot, leaning over Remy's shoulder. ]}

Need a taste tester?

Tea, Earl Grey, Hot? [Whoops. That caused Remy to pause from what he was doing, realizing that, well...] Don't worry, ya wouldn't get the reference. [Waving off what he just said and hoping Kirk wouldn't read too much into it, Remy moved on.] Ah mon Dieu, that would be great. Won't pretend to understand how they work, but would make life a lot simpler... or put me out of a job, not sure which.

Always. [A smile over his shoulder to Kirk before pointing out where the forks were kept.] I mean, I know we get rations of that dried merde, but fresh pasta always be better, even if had to make it without eggs.

_{[ No, he did not get it Remy, and he gave you a weird look, but
decides to just let it go. Not worth pursuing when there's the promise of
food and a handsome body to press up against at the same time. He moved off
to get a fork as directed and returned to his position, holding it out to
be given his bite. ]}

Fresh always beats fried or processed. The replicators at least get it mostly right. This should be a treat - you know, assuming I can taste it.

_{[ Might be a dig for the last time, Remy. ]}

Ahh, ya fine. I didn't put 'nough in to harm ya permanently. [Shaking his head at Kirk, though it was also accompanied with a smile, Remy took the fork for him long enough to wind a trail of pasta up around it then handed it back. Sadly lack of tomato meant he couldn't do anything remotely Italian influenced or even Cajun, for with the flavors he was lacking, so he stuck more to an Asian twist on the provided teryaki sauce the Fleet provided. Modified of course.] Since ya asked so nicely.

You're just lucky I'm tougher than I look.

_{[ He's going to give you grief forever, Remy, but it's only because he
cares, really. He wouldn't do it to someone he disliked. He took up the
fork once Remy had gotten it nice and loaded with noodles, popping them in
his mouth and humming as he chewed, savoring the flavor, testing it.
Finally he smacked his lips and licked them. ]}

Not bad. You should add some nuts into it, maybe.

[Remy wouldn't have it any other way, nor expected any less.] Ya 'nd ya fancy, future, space tastes. Maybe if we find some on the next planet. [He had used most of the others he had found at the Space Bar and their menu.] I got work tomorrow but got tonight free, feel like causing some trouble at Málum? [Rather than at Nami's place, no reason to annoy the boss.]

_{[ Kirk laughed into Remy's ear before he leaned back and away. ]}

Malum, huh? Why not? It would be a nice change of a pace and I usually like your brand of trouble.

Just so long as we don't end up banned.

Considerin' who owns it, 'm sure we can bribe our way back in if it comes to that. [Crowley seems like the type to overlook such an incident if enough money was offered his way, and while Remy didn't have access to as much currency as he did back home, he was accumulating a nice sum to his name. The series of guild planets certainly helped out with that, able to pick up a number of thieving jobs while the Fleet was there.

Never know when extra cash would come in handy.] 'nd I know ya can clean up nice 'nough for us to get in there. [A sly grin aimed Kirk's way with that compliment.]

And you're good at that sort of thing are you?

_{[ It's hardly an accusation from the sounds of it, though he does huff
a little bit at the 'cleaning up' bit. He puts his hands on his hips and
mock glares at the other man. ]}

What do you mean clean up? I look just fine, thank you, and you know I hate suits.

It's worked at times. [As he said this, Remy was turning the heat off the pot he was working, moving it away so it wouldn't burn, and turning to face Kirk. Grinning, he took a step closer to the other man, a hand slipping around his waist.] Maybe, but I do like takin' them off ya.

Maybe if you ask nicely I'll wear one for you one night. Maybe for your birthday. That way you can unwrap your present.

_{[ He knows that is a terrible, horrible joke, and he doesn't care from
the grin on his face. He knows how you appreciate cheesy jokes, Remy.
]}

[Luckily Remy was more than capable of making equally horrible jokes, and so equally appreciated them from others, a bark of a laugh showing as much.] Only if ya wearin' a pink bow as well. Magenta, not baby pink or 'nything too light, but ya can choose where ya put it.

Heh, all right then - but only if you ask nicely.

_{[ He stepped away from him and crossed his arms, smirking. ]}

So?

Do ya really need me to help sooth ya ego? I didn't know it was that fragile. [They were playing it like this? Ok, Remy could do that.]

Cher, ya be a stunnin' representation of the male figure, in body 'nd in mind. Truly, it would be difficult to find any other who could compare to ya... other than moi. [Yeah, Remy couldn't help but add that last part.]

just keep swimming;

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