driftfleet | blameless mingle

[it seems like good moods are contagious here on the Blameless -

While Hank has always been the type to be quiet and neutral when he's working on something, today's a little different. It starts out with him tapping a nonsense beat on the countertop with his pen, and when afternoon hits it becomes him humming the same tune as he moves around, checking one thing and updating his notes as he goes. You might even catch a few song lyrics, though unless you're familiar with 80s music, well, you may or may not recognize it.

Oddest of all, though, is that the lab door is kept open all day. Usually he closes it when he's using chemicals, but today? Nope, everyone's welcome.

After lunch, he moves to work off some excess energy in the cargo bay on the punching bag - both properly and upside down. Because why not?]

[for all the time Kaito had been the Blameless's pilot, he had yet to sneak into the labs to watch Hank work. but today, his happy skipping around the ship takes him right past the open door, and curiosity gets the best of him]

[he pokes his head in and gives Hank a happy little wave]

Hard at work, huh? I think that earns you a high five.

[FINGER GUNS!! someone plz stop him]

[Hank glances up and smiles in greeting, and even returns the little wave once he puts his pen down. Though the comment gets him laughing]

I'm always hard at work. I think this is the first time I've earned a high five because of it.

[stuffs his hands into his pockets and strolls into the lab, a skip in his step]

Really? That's a shame. You'd think people would be more willing to go around and give hard workers high fives, huh?

[why. . . though. . . Kaito?? what is that logic???]

[that is not logic at all sir, what sort of logic are you working with here. Hank grins, and makes a gesture to one of the few chairs he keeps in there for visitors]

I get high fives from my students sometimes? Does that count?

[the logic of being too happy about giving out high fives. plops into that chair and slumps into it comfortably]

I guess so. A high five is a high five; no use getting all particular about 'em.

That's true, I guess.

[highfives are a new thing, okay, he doesn't get them all the time, let alone understand the particulars about them]

What brings you in here? Surely it isn't just for a high five.

[he shrugs, because he really doesn't have much of an answer]

And if I said it was just for a high five?

[it wasn't]

Honesty, I was just taking a look around. I had a pretty good lunch and wanted to brag about it, heh.

A pretty good lunch, huh?

[well surely he must have ate somewhere else and not on the ship] What'd you have?

Chicken teriyaki protein cubes!

[has anyone ever said those words in a more cheerful manner all at once? what the fuck]

[he can't help but chuckle a bit]

I find it very hard to believe they were that good.

Do you? Honesty, I sorta felt the same way for a while. But if you turn your thinking around and try'n look at things from a positive light, the whole word turns on its head!

[why is he being so weird]

[even with as weird as Hank is being, what with his own good mood, he's totally picking up on this weirdness, too]

And that works on a crappy ship food?

[he has DOUBTS]

[ Raven is, of course, familiar with 80s music. She couldn't escape it, and she huffs a quiet laugh as she hears Hank singing, stepping through the doorway of the lab, moving over to wrap her arms around him from behind, head on top of his shoulder. ]

Good afternoon. You're happy.

[he immediately leans into the embrace, turning his head to kiss her temple with a grin. He shrugs with the other shoulder]

'Afternoon. You seem like you're happy too.

Mm. Maybe I woke up on the right side of the bed or something.

[ Or maybe she's just happy that she has her fiance and her brother and her best friend and things are great!! And she's just had a good fight and nothing seems to be going wrong and, oh, also, Hank is giving her kisses, that's nice too. ]

Are you working on something...?

You too?

[were he not in such a good mood himself, he'd be suspicious of it all. But how can he be suspicious with her smiling at him like that and close enough to kiss]

Mm, nothing I can't set aside.

Maybe you've infected me.

[ And, of course, all she does now is move to slide onto his lap, beaming up at him. Hello, fiance, nice to see you up close again. ]

You could keep working if it was important, you know.

Maybe I did. Or maybe you infected me.

[or they infected each other, who knows. He shifts so she can sit down on him, grinning wider. It was only a matter of time until he took his rightful spot as her chair]

If it was important I'd keep working. [he kisses her nose] But it's not.

[ Her nose wrinkles even as she makes herself comfortable. ]

Maybe we infected each other.

[ Gross, that's gross, how sappy? She's not really down for that but she can't find any reason to argue about it right now, not when she can lean close and just be content and pleased with the fact that she's wrapped up in her fiancé. ]

I can ask you how your day has been, then.

That's also a very big possibility.

[this is too sappy, viewers beware. He wraps his arms around her and hugs her close as she settles, content to have her there]

It's even better now.

[see? Sap]

[ Tilting her head up, Raven leaves kisses against Hank's jaw before she hums. ]

Look at you, you big softie.

[ And then she kisses him properly. ]

Can I steal you for a cuddle?

[he huffs a little bit, nose wrinkling]

I'm a big softie now?

[any false offense is immediately gone thanks to the kiss, and he hums]

I think you can.

You've always been a big softie.

[ Standing up, Raven takes both of his hands in hers and grins. ]

Come on. Walk with me.

Only in front of people I like. Charles would tell you otherwise.

[he lets her take his hands and gets to his feet, matching her grin]

Where are we going?

[like he doesn't know]

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