mun, please.

[breakthegate]

Hm, whas'sat?

You haven't knocked your head or anything now, have you? Leave ol' Cutter to collect dust up— [even with the physical air quotes] —'on a shelf' for this long, and you just figure you can pick up from where you left?

Certainly quick to make choices, if there's anything positive to be said here. Like I said the first time this happened, no rush.

Not as if I'm exactly thrilled to know what'll be happening if this falls through.

[Because you know he'll sure as hell be knocked onto his ass if anything actually does happen.]

Comments

[pinless]

Shouldn't you be more happy? Women paying attention to you and all that?

[breakthegate]

Eh? Mate, please. I've had more than a fair shot with the ladies, and I don't need to be in a confined space with them for the magic to happen.

[mostlyprofessional]

I, for one, am glad she picked you back up.

[breakthegate]

Chloe Frazer, glad to see me back? [Wry look with the tease.]

Maybe I'm the one who's had my head knocked 'round a few.

[mostlyprofessional]

[She nods decisively, a wicked smile on her face.] You're concussed. I'm just a nicer hallucination than a melting floor.

[breakthegate]

[He does grimace at the tease, but with the easy-going fella that Charlie (usually) is, he takes it gracefully.]

You're a lovelier sight than a melting floor any day, bright eyes. [Pause.] Haven't been keeping yourself out of trouble now, 'ave you?

[mostlyprofessional]

[The compliment gets an eyeroll, but also a small smile she can't quite keep off her face. It soon falters, because that is one awkward question.] I've been trying. Hardly counts if trouble finds me, right? Besides, I've got my hands full trying to keep everyone else out of trouble.

[breakthegate]

[You know you missed him. Don't deny that. He looks guilty at the drop though, and instead settles hands on his sides.]

As always. Chloe Frazer, best driver in the business to sitter of the year, is'sat it? [A weak smile as he reaches out to nudge her.] It'll pick up soon, I've got faith.

[mostlyprofessional]

[Half a sigh. This is resigned rather than scornful:] Like faith helps.

[Still. This doesn't seem worth getting too downhearted about there will be time for angst later, so she pokes him back.] What does help is at least treasure hunting lads know how to feed themselves, not like actual kids. If ever someone tries to hire me as a babysitter, I'm out.

[breakthegate]

It's worked out a few times for us, hasn't it? [He shrugs for a moment, then flashes her a sympathetic look.]

This is why I recommend you for the flashy jobs, not the ones where you're wiping faces and changing bottoms. [Pause.] For what it's worth, I'd help where I can.

[mostlyprofessional]

For you, maybe.

[And then a pause, and a disbelieving smile and point at him.] You'd help me with babysitting?

[breakthegate]

Then what were you doing there with me— standing for the sake of lookin' pretty?

[A knowing nod.] I'd help you with babysitting, snot and all.

oops sudden thread idea heads to your open post

[mostlyprofessional]

I was trying to make sure nobody got themselves killed. [By each other.] Faith had nothing to do with it - and I look just as pretty in motion, thank you.

[This smile is small, but affectionate.] I'll keep that in mind for when Nate and Elena start popping out kids.