Jacuzzis Make Everything Better

[mikangirl]

 
Who: Bloodsport Crew and  Visitors!
Broadcast: Nah
Action: Bloodsport.  For some odd reason.
When: June

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[Worst-named ship in the fleet, I swear.  Unless one of you is about to turn murderous.  Please don't, you won't afford Nami's cleanup bill.]

Comments

[this_loser]

[Office. Room. Whatever. He's not going to judge. The whole reason he transferred to the First Breath was so he could be with his friends.]

Hey. How's it hanging?

[vartex]

[Messer lifts a finger to his mouth, calling for quiet, and folds a sheet aside to reveal Q-lulu curled up and asleep in his lap.]

I have no complaints, but please keep your voice down a little.

[this_loser]

[Oh, shit. That is the cutest thing. He whispers his "awww".]

Need any help with ... that? [Laundry? Is that what's happening here?]

[vartex]

[Did he seriously just... ugh, embarrassing. Though Messer can't commit as to who it's more embarrassing for.]

I'm nearly finished, thank you.

[If Prompto looks closer, turns out it's just sheets and a blanket! Because hey, it's a couch-bed.]

Are you looking for Kaname?

[this_loser]

[Sure ain't Prompto. He is not embarrassed by this.]

Cool.

[He leans over to check the hall with a nod.]

Yeah. I'm just waiting for her.

[vartex]

[Of course he isn't...]

Mm. She shouldn't be long- generally Q-lulu eats after she does, so she'll be by to fetch him.

[Until then, you have... Messer for company! Yay! And since he's run out of laundry, he leans back and quietly pets the dozing mercat. Maybe it'll keep the voices from waking it up.]

[this_loser]

Cool cool.

[Cool.

....]

Sssooo... How've you been?

[vartex]

[oh good grief.]

In case it wasn't obvious, I'm not good with smalltalk. If my presence makes you uncomfortable, you're welcome to wait outside.

[or like, have a real conversation, not just fluff.]

[this_loser]

Right. Okay. Sorry.

[He tries a smile, even if he looks a bit like a kicked puppy at the same time.]

I'll just, um...

[He points a thumb over his shoulder and steps out.

A second later his head pokes back in.] Not because you make me uncomfortable. [His head slowly retreats.]

[vartex]

[...yeah that went about as well as he'd expected. Messer represses a groan and makes a mental note to maybe adjust those communication skills next time. Goddammit, Prompto.]