Pretty close to moles. They live underground and their faces have these wrinkles. [ Tracing out lines on Jim's face. Poking the tip of his nose with his thumb as he smiles fondly. He really can't get enough of how cute Jim is. That he actually has a boyfriend. ]
That earns a fond look. His thumb must regain it's honor by poking Jim's mouth.
Then both eyebrows will rise as he thinks about BEAR]
He's a bear?! [ Whoa. ] That explains the size. Man, bet he could pack a mean punch if he wanted to.
[ Or shove. His attention is on his boyfriend's lips though. There's a feeling there and he's not really sure what to make of it. Like he wants to test Jim's limits again to see what he could do.
He doesn't though. He doesn't want Jim moving away again. It's warm in the tent, more than he's used to, but it's nice. ]
Doppler is your mom's friend? And Amelia is the Captain, right?
[ Jim, that doesn't help at all. Just going to swallow, not sure what he wants with that mouth, but knowing he wants it. Sliding his hand up to cup the side of his face. ]
Wait. A freaking canon? Really? I know I saw something on his arm, but I didn't know it could do that.
I didn't either. [ Jim lets Zell feel his face for a moment, enjoying it, before taking his hand and marking off just below the elbow. This might be an excuse to trace his skin. ] It's hollow, two pieces going right here, and pieces swing in and out of it. Like an army knife. He stuck one down into his leg and came out with a canon.
[ Jim's touches leave a warm trail in their wake. He wants to feel more of it, his hand moving to rest on Jim's leg for a moment to try to trace out where the canon can be. ]
Here?
[ Then thinking about it. ] Must have been heavy. Did you ever get a close look at it? [ You know when you weren't stabbing it or staring down the barrel. ]
[ A part of him really doesn't want them meeting again. At the same time, maybe that'll help clear things up for Jim. Draw some lines or something. Walking his fingers up Jim's leg and then skipping where it connects to the hip to put his hand on Jim's waist. ]
That wouldn't be enough time to figure it out.
[ Brushing his thumb against Jim's side. ]
I could help you. If you really wanted to meet him again. I'm an Elite SeeD, remember?
[ Train. Silver skull. There's not much of a difference between them, right? ]
A train. [ This line of conversation requires his hands. So he's going to snag Jim's and close his fingers one by one until only the index fingers on each are out. Then he'll line them up so they are parallel. ]
It's a steam powered cart that runs on rails like this. [ Running his own fingers over the top of Jim's rails. ]
[ At least he had an excuse to play with Jim's hands. Sliding his fingers between his. ]
Sorry. Gotten used to try to explain them to people here.
[ These are his hands now. Pulling them close to press a kiss against the back of his palms.
Thinking for a moment. ]
I was pretty mad. Irvine, a friend of mine, just joined the group. He was going around trying to be some stupid big shot. Kept goofing off and flirting with the girls in the group.
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He's already thinking of the cyborg. He looked... human-ish? There were some odd things. ]
What does Doppler look like?
[ And then thinking about it. ]
They do look a little like them. Do you know what a mole is?
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[ Yes, this is a relevant question. ]
And yeah, we've got moles. They're mole people?
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[ And thinking about it. ]
Pretty close to moles. They live underground and their faces have these wrinkles. [ Tracing out lines on Jim's face. Poking the tip of his nose with his thumb as he smiles fondly. He really can't get enough of how cute Jim is. That he actually has a boyfriend. ]
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Doppler's... kind of a dog person.
[ Actually a dog person. ]
Amelia's a cat. Silver's a bear.
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He has much better things for biting.That earns a fond look. His thumb must regain it's honor by poking Jim's mouth.
Then both eyebrows will rise as he thinks about BEAR]
He's a bear?! [ Whoa. ] That explains the size. Man, bet he could pack a mean punch if he wanted to.
[ Or shove. His attention is on his boyfriend's lips though. There's a feeling there and he's not really sure what to make of it. Like he wants to test Jim's limits again to see what he could do.
He doesn't though. He doesn't want Jim moving away again. It's warm in the tent, more than he's used to, but it's nice. ]
Doppler is your mom's friend? And Amelia is the Captain, right?
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He behaves, though, and settles for licking his lip and taking a deep breath. ]
Yeah, that's right.
His arm turns into a freaking canon, though, so I don't know if he'd even bother with a punch.
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Wait. A freaking canon? Really? I know I saw something on his arm, but I didn't know it could do that.
[ That's...pretty cool. ]
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Here?
[ Then thinking about it. ] Must have been heavy. Did you ever get a close look at it? [ You know when you weren't stabbing it or staring down the barrel. ]
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[ Jim huffs, sounding offended by that. ]
Maybe if we meet again.
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That wouldn't be enough time to figure it out.
[ Brushing his thumb against Jim's side. ]
I could help you. If you really wanted to meet him again. I'm an Elite SeeD, remember?
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[ Since Jim thinks it's basically the coolest thing he's ever heard, and it shows. ]
What are you gonna do? Punch him?
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[ Brushing his knuckles against Jim's cheek. ]
You wouldn't be happy if I did. He did save you after all. I just... he did point an arm canon at you.
[ Among other things. ]
You being happy is all that really matters, so I'll respect what you decide.
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[ Jim's not sure exactly how much metal Silver has under the skin of his face, considering his eye. ]
It's a mess.
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I can handle it.
[ He leans in close to steal a quick kiss once Jim is inspecting his hands. ]
I'm pretty strong. I punched a train before.
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[ Yeah no not warning Zell about the metal in Silver's skull. He's been derailed. ]
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A train. [ This line of conversation requires his hands. So he's going to snag Jim's and close his fingers one by one until only the index fingers on each are out. Then he'll line them up so they are parallel. ]
It's a steam powered cart that runs on rails like this. [ Running his own fingers over the top of Jim's rails. ]
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Jim, still looking bemused, lets Zell use his hands as a ruler. ]
No, buddy, I know what a train is.
[ He turns his hands, holding onto Zell's. ]
Never heard of anybody needing to punch one before.
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Sorry. Gotten used to try to explain them to people here.
[ These are his hands now. Pulling them close to press a kiss against the back of his palms.
Thinking for a moment. ]
I was pretty mad. Irvine, a friend of mine, just joined the group. He was going around trying to be some stupid big shot. Kept goofing off and flirting with the girls in the group.