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Mun bought Starfighter Eclipe, also game hunting..maybe.

[Gooooooood morning hot stuff!]

Are you kidding me right now? Is that seriously all it takes to pull me out of your brain space? A game!? Shouldn't you be busy doing tags or something useful with your life?

[I would, but don't you miss Cain?]

I...yeah, a bit...okay a lot. Shut up, mun.

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A lot, huh?

[Dammit mun!]

O-Oh hey! Where've you been?

Here. Not pining, if that makes any difference.

And who said I was pining? My mun asked me if I missed you, and I said yes. If anything, I was just stating a fact. Nothing more.

Translation: pining.

Hey, I don't blame you. I'd miss me a lot too.

Oh, shut up. It gets lonely in mun's brain space.

Glad to know I'm always on your mind, princess.

Yes, well...I suppose I'm glad you're here now. One less person to worry about.

[Which basically ends his worries entirely because you're the only person he tends to worry about anyway. It's cute really, if he ever bothers to admit it. Which he never will.]

Of course, now that you're here, all safe and sound. I'm not quite sure what to do with you, Cain.

[ that gets him, right in the inky black heart, so much so he sighs and clutches at his chest. ] You were that worried about me? That's real sweet, peaches.

[ he does it specifically because he knows it bothers him. poking and prodding Abel about how tender and doting he's become. one day he's just going to start calling him his wife. ]

I could think of a few things. And I'm sure you could too, if you put your mind to it.

[Please don't. ~~Please do.~~ As if marking him with a scar was bad enough. If people caught wind about Cain calling him his little wifey, those other navigators would never let him live it down.

Also, really, one nickname at a time Cain. Geez.]

Ah Cain, you never change.

[Abel raises his hand and gently caresses Cain's cheek with the back of his index finger. A smile growing on his scarred lips.]

I'm glad.

[ what's that? Abel wants to be called Cain's wife from now on? well gosh, he'll just have to start doing so right away. can't have an unhappy wife, after all.

and okay, that gesture's shmoopy and sappy, but Abel's got nice hands and excuse Cain for maybe - maybe leaning into his touch a little. ]

Yeah, well, you wouldn't like me nearly as much if I was any different.

[Well then sleep together, sometimes eat together and have enough sex to last them forever. Being called his wife was long overdue. But of course, again, Abel would never admit it.

He'll just draw lazy circles on Cain's cheek. Don't deny it. You like him touching you.]

If you were any different, you wouldn't be Cain. But then again, you might actually be a decent human being and I'm not against that either.

[ it's okay, one day Abel will just get used to it, along with princess and peaches and anything else Cain feels like calling him.

also of course he likes it, but don't expect him to say so either. not anything more than a quiet little purr sound, anyway. ]

Tch, yeah right. You've got it bad for bad boys. I could practically smell it on you the moment we met.

I do not!

[Yes he does. Cain being the definition of a bad boy turns him on more than anything. Making this relationship pretty damn unhealthy. But worth it. So damn worth it. Except, there is one thing that's definitely still bothering him.]

And what's your excuse? Do boys in white turn you on, or do you just really like me?

[ they're pretty much the living definition of "unhealthy relationship," really. they know next to nothing about each other beyond assigned code names and what the other looks like naked. but they have their reasons - Abel gets mad turned on around him, Cain obliges. everything else, Abel doesn't have to know about yet. ]

No. Whiny little blondes in white who do everything I say turns me on.

Everything you say, huh? Well what if I just...

[He slowly pulls his fingers away from the fighter's cheek. Let's see how much of an asshole you can be when Abel decides to stay hands off.]

Keep these to myself? Will you still like me?

Oh, so that's how you're gonna play it, huh?

[ excuse you, he's not having any of this coy shit. Cain just folds his arms and leans against this convenient wall right here, shrugging his shoulders. ]

You think holding out on me is going to make me chase after you like a dog? Fun fact, princess: you're not the only person I can fuck around here. If it's not you, it's someone else. Big whoop.

Demios?

[You'd be surprised how many times Abel actually finds himself wondering if those two do stuff. Not that he was jealous or anything.]

[ okay, no he's not surprised that he's the first one Abel can think of. but have another shrug. ]

Does it matter?

Ethos?

[Ok now he really WAS curious. He wasn't at all surprised Cain got around. But really, they were on a small ship. WHO ELSE?]

Well now you're just grasping at straws, here.

[ also, hell no he looks like a chipmunk. ]

It's not Phobos is it? Because I'm never touching you again if you've been with him.

[No really, sanitize your junk first if you have.]

[ eeeeeewwwwww. ]

Oh, give me some credit, Abel. I might be a slut but I'm a slut with standards, okay?

[Now he's just squinting at the other. There was Keeler. But Abel doubts the two have properly met. He and the other navigators were usually too busy working to bother.

But wait. One more name, and you can just feel how much Abel's going to judge you for this one.]

...Praxis?

[ it takes a moment, and an arched eyebrow, before Cain just starts laughing. this is the most fun he's had bothering Abel in a long time.

but for the record, no. Praxis hates him and would sooner rip his dick off than suck it. ]

This is really bugging you, isn't it?

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