[ Wisely, for once, Wash keeps his mouth shut. But as he watches her take more care with fluffballs than he can recall her taking with anything, he entertains the brief fantasy of telling Tucker about this. If only he and Epsilon and the others could see her now.
He can feel a smirk starting and wrestles it back off his face by the time she's done setting the... things... free. It lingers, itching at the corners of his mouth. Nonchalantly, he rubs at his face like he's tired, just the picture of innocence, before he gives up. ]
I have one. [ By some herculean force of willpower, he manages to keep it casual instead of gleefully smug. He doesn't want to get hit. ] It's kind of greyish. Woke up one morning and found it in my quarters. [ He shrugs one shoulder. ] It's all right.
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He can feel a smirk starting and wrestles it back off his face by the time she's done setting the... things... free. It lingers, itching at the corners of his mouth. Nonchalantly, he rubs at his face like he's tired, just the picture of innocence, before he gives up. ]
I have one. [ By some herculean force of willpower, he manages to keep it casual instead of gleefully smug. He doesn't want to get hit. ] It's kind of greyish. Woke up one morning and found it in my quarters. [ He shrugs one shoulder. ] It's all right.