[Oh dang. Something's happening. Dell would hop over the counter if he wasn't holding something literally smolding, so he walks himself around to the other side. It's a lot less dramatic than hopping the counter, but hey. Safety first, okay.]
Whoah, okay. Hold your horses. What is?
B.
[You love his stupid jokes and his awful dad puns, okay. And despite Engineer's flat look earlier, his lips curl wryly as he looks down the hall. It's easy to get Engie to smile in the first place, but, you know. He's about as into hypothetical murder scenarios as the next guy.]
Aw. That'd be real kind of you, doc. I'd almost say you were sweet on me.
[Okay, down the hall, towards their sleeping quarters. Luckily, this place was big enough that most of the team could claim rooms. Not nearly as individualized as the main base, but it was better than grumbling and bumping elbows as much as they did in some places.
By now, Engie let go of Medic's collar. He now had a light hold on his arm. It'd be more romantic if he wasn't leading him like an old woman across the street.]
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[Oh dang. Something's happening. Dell would hop over the counter if he wasn't holding something literally smolding, so he walks himself around to the other side. It's a lot less dramatic than hopping the counter, but hey. Safety first, okay.]
Whoah, okay. Hold your horses. What is?
B.
[You love his stupid jokes and his awful dad puns, okay. And despite Engineer's flat look earlier, his lips curl wryly as he looks down the hall. It's easy to get Engie to smile in the first place, but, you know. He's about as into hypothetical murder scenarios as the next guy.]
Aw. That'd be real kind of you, doc. I'd almost say you were sweet on me.
[Okay, down the hall, towards their sleeping quarters. Luckily, this place was big enough that most of the team could claim rooms. Not nearly as individualized as the main base, but it was better than grumbling and bumping elbows as much as they did in some places.
By now, Engie let go of Medic's collar. He now had a light hold on his arm. It'd be more romantic if he wasn't leading him like an old woman across the street.]