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In and then Out of Milliways: Christine mentioned things dropped in a vent, and Spoon went to help. 'Cause that's what you do for friends. And that's why he's stumbling back into the bar with a really abashed looking Predator (insomuch as Predators can manage the expression) behind him making sure the door closes all the way. She's got most of a remarkably dead body with her.

Spoon is butt-ass naked and carting the head with him. He's also missing rather a lot of bones. Like the front third or so of his ribs, his entire lower jaw, and several fingers. All the soft flesh has grown back, at least?

...Face it, he looks like shite and Christine looks like a Predator, and the two of them are carrying a large, dead Xenomorph.

Anyone who can get past that might notice in a non-horrified and panicked and/or offended part of their brain that Spoon's got a reverse-acid-burn of scar-free flesh

((With, uh. Bonus fixed headlinkage.))

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Spoon is momentarily abandoned so Ace can hop up and properly hug her brother. Some days just really need brother hugs. Lots of brother hugs.

Like when your mate comes back with PART OF HIS FACE MISSING. Brother hugs are recommended. Demanded, even.

Raven hugs Ace back, shifting so he can get a better look at Spoon.

His head tilts, a little.

Ace is too small to much get in the way of that.

"Possibly those pieces are not so much meant to be missing?"

Blink.

Spoon...shrugs again. Because he can't do much else. The head is upstairs. He could show Raven? If Raven wanted?

It's a kickass head.

"He melted his face. An' his chest. By bitin' an alien. That wasn't supposed t'be there. An' then his face got melted."

This is, actually, pretty much the entirety of what Ace absorbed from the debriefing.

Woe.

Raven frowns, head tilting a little bit more.

He would like to poke Spoon, but Ace would likely be upset.

It is a pity.

"He will be for knowing better next time, then, yes?"

In Raven's eyes, this is clearly a win.

Spoon makes a movement which is supposed to me I am NEVER DOING THAT AGAIN THANKS but...it may not translate without the vocal component. He's realy not sure.

Ace shoots Spoon a murderous look, then turns that same look on Raven.

"There'd better not be a next time." She can't die, and even she hasn't gotten half her front melted off with acid.

Raven does not appear particularly perturbed.

There may even be snorting.

"Some things, I think, are not so predictable, yes?"

Things like aliens?

And acid blood?

Spoon automatically tilts his head back. See? Submitting. No hunting for acid blooded things. He promises. A lot.

Ace huffs at the pair of them and flops back into her spot next to Spoon.

MEN!

There is kitty grumbling from her corner.

Raven grins.

Brightly.

With teeth.

See? Ace did not deny it!

He is a very smug bird, at the moment.

Spoon picks her hand up again and gives it a squeeze. Really. He's not doing that again. Really-really.

Ace can totally HEAR THE SMUG.

This means the pillow she lobs at him (at speed) shouldn't be a surprise.

But she doesn't let go of Spoon's hand. She could have lost him. And she wouldn't have known it.

The idea still scares her beyond all logical thought, and being scared fuels the fury. It's a very neat little cycle she has going there.

Raven bats the pillow aside, still so very smug.

What?

He deserves to be!

Possibly.

And he is not rolling his eyes at all as he leans against the couch arm, looking down at his sister and the half-there Spoon.

"There will be screaming, perhaps?"

Soon?

He's more than half there! He's mostly there! Really! Spoon shrugs. She hit him, does that count?

"When he can scream back. I don't get dog so much, so. S'just not satisfyin' when there's no reply besides puppy dog eyes."

She pauses, and considers.

"An' no, I don't mean t'eat. I can hear y'droolin' over there."

Raven is not sulking.

Well. Okay. He is sulking a little.

"That, I think, is mean."

Ace sucks.

"I will tell you what he is for saying, perhaps?"

He is only offering to be helpful.

Really.

Spoon glances at Raven. Raven can understand him? What? (Telepathy?) This is Spoon, thinking loudly!

Ace blinks at Raven. Of course. Raven can understand Magic.

Ace always seizes her opportunities.

"Y'ruttin' BASTARD, couldn't y'have left a NOTE so at least, when y'died by damn alien, I wouldn't hear of y'even bein' out of the bar f'the first time by BIG DAMN ALIEN THING?!"

I'm sorry! It wasn't supposed to be there! I'm sorry! It was an empty vent! I'm sorry! She said she killed everything! I'm sorry! Would you doubt her?

Spoon is good with being yelled at. He deserves it.

Raven blinks at Spoon, head tilted.

"Mostly he is sorry, I am thinking. It is the problem with surprises."

Possibly Raven's translation skills need more clarity attached to them?

Ace snarls in pure, pissed-off feline.
"Mostly sorry? I should bloody well hope so, toerag. Here's a surprise for you - Don't want t'LOSE YOU after only a couple weeks! If this is supposed t'be some misbegotten lesson in learnin' how t'lose people with dignity, Y'can bloody well STUFF IT!"

Raven's translation skills need a lot more clarity. If only so Ace doesn't kick Spoon in the balls in a fit of pique.

Spoon flings a pillow at Raven. This, obviously, means TELL HER WHAT I ACTUALLY SAID, FEATHERDUSTER!

Then he grovels at Ace because, seriously, the bird is NOT SAYING IT RIGHT PLEASE REALLY HE'S SORRY REALLY!

Raven rolls his eyes again, flicking a cookie at Ace's head.

"There is not ever dignity in that, I do not think."

He would remember if there were.

Now.

The pillow he takes calmly in the face.

Spoon will pay for that later.

Much later.

When cloth cannot get stuck on his inside bits.

"Also possibly the groveling is enough, yes?"

It makes Raven twitchy, at the least.

Ace grumbles and takes a perch on the far side of the couch. Men suck. Men who get themselves hurt for no good reason suck. Men who mock her when she's pissed off also suck.

She does take the cookie though. And munches it. Angrily.