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[just_cant_lose]

 
This three-day thing is really getting to be a drag. Still, there are some advantages - it's a Sunday, and Bar has provided an enormous roast, with extra Yorkshire pudding because that's always the best bit. He picks at it slowly because the bruise on his jaw is making everything stiff and awkward - but it was so, so worth it. 

One other advantage: getting to hang out and see if Wilford's going to show his face again today. Because that's going to be hilarious, and he can't wait. In the meantime, he's alternating between dinner, reading up on the news about Stephen Hawking, and staring out of the observation window. Today is an odd day, and he feels they're only going to get odder for a while...but in the meantime he'll just enjoy being calm. 


Tiny!tag: Galen Erso, Victor Creed

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[galen_erso]

"Good morning!"

That's the polite greeting from the guy who isn't Hannibal Lecter but instead Galen Erso, the scientist who built the Death Star in the Galaxy Far Far Away. At this moment, he's setting a brunch table for two, with teal and purple napkins.

[just_cant_lose]

'Galen. Hello.'

Jim only kinda sorta glances his way, but he looks friendly enough.

'How are you?'

[galen_erso]

"Well, thank you," Galen says. "Better, in fact. No damage remained from our little encounter with that tree in the greenhouse, if that is general Milliways gossip?"

It might be; enough people would have seen Galen Bodhi going to the infirmary in scrubs, all visible skin covered in a purple and teal rash.

[just_cant_lose]

'...what?'

Jim looks confused.

'I don't know. I don't live here anymore, plus I'm away on my honeymoon. What did you do?'

[galen_erso]

"Oh, a very pretty tree in the greenhouse that either causes an allergic reaction in people from our world, or is generally poisonous to the touch," Galen says. "We haven't investigated yet, but we were quite badly affected by its effect."

[just_cant_lose]

‘Oh?’

Jim’s eyebrows quirk a little.

‘What does it look like?’

[galen_erso]

"It has beautiful overhanging branches with purple flowers, creating a sort of canopy, with purple petals on the ground beneath, all very pretty and inviting," Galen says.

[just_cant_lose]

‘I’ll be sure to stay clear of it.’

He won’t. He’ll go and take some cuttings, and see what can be developed from them.

‘You recovered well enough, I see.’

[galen_erso]

"Yes, the infirmary rats were very helpful, as were Teja and Myrrh," Galen says. "We were covered in purple and teal blotches all over, itching like kriff, already crossing over into the border of painful. I don't want to imagine how that would have developed without the drugs we were given."

[oldmancreed]

There's another man staring out the observation window today, though he's standing right up to it, drawing a claw over the glass. It seems he might have claimed a table nearby, as there's a long, black coat draped over a hair and a bottle of whiskey on the table itself.

[just_cant_lose]

He’s right in Jim’s optimal view. It impinges in his thoughts, which is never not infuriating. Can’t people understand when they need to get out of the way?

He distracts himself with some dinner. Then the claw starts up, which is also annoying - but interesting enough to make his tone relaxed when he speaks.

‘You can’t scratch through it.’

[oldmancreed]

He's a big guy, too, so he'll be in a lot of Jim's way. He couldn't care less.

He turns slightly when the voice comes from behind him.

"Ain't trying to."

[just_cant_lose]

He quite obviously couldn't care less. Jim's eyes flick over the sliver of face he can see, having already sized up his frame and build.

'Could you step aside, then? You're blocking the view.'

This is asked in a perfectly polite tone. Jim isn't in the mood for a row. He just wants to think, and this guy is stopping that from happening.

[oldmancreed]

"I like this spot." That's sort of why he's there. But he supposes he's done doing whatever it was he was doing and he moves back to his table, taking a swig of whiskey right from the bottle.

"What's so special about your view?"

[just_cant_lose]

'The fact that it's unimpeded.'

Someone pressing on his vision makes his nerves scream at him, at least in certain moods. But he's not looking out the window now, he's looking at this new specimen. He's impressive, in a rough almost-feral way.

'Are you a mutant?'

[oldmancreed]

"It is now."

He's in a good enough mood himself that he's not likely to start anything unless he feels provoked.

"Yeah, you?"

[just_cant_lose]

'No. I'm currently on holiday on a world with them, though. And I'm dear friends with our mutant head of Security here.'

Lol.

He looks over the man again, appraising but expressionless. Then he smiles a little bit.

'Jim Moriarty. Nice to meet you.'

[mightbeagoodone]

Sherlock comes into the bar and smiles to himself at the sight of his husband. He ambles over and leans down for a kiss, and then pauses, and takes Jim's chin his hand.

He tips Jim's head to the side to inspect the bruise, and then looks at Jim, eyebrows raised, as he waits for an explanation.

[just_cant_lose]

Jim looks bashful. Ish. He turns his face to kiss Sherlock's palm apologetically.

'Wilford.'

Explanation enough?

[mightbeagoodone]

Sherlock makes a very grumpy sound and takes the chair beside Jim. "Please let me punch his face in. I know you don't need me to defend you, but I need very much to punch his face in."

[just_cant_lose]

'If you want to, I won't stop you. It'll be hot.'

Another chair? Unacceptable. Jim slides off his and onto Sherlock's lap, wrapping his arms around his neck and leaning in for the kiss he was just denied.

'You might have wait for him to become available.'

Oops. :D?

[mightbeagoodone]

Sherlock puts his arms around Jim's waist and kisses him, mindful of the bruise.

"Why? Is there a line?"

[just_cant_lose]

'Probably, but that's not what I mean.'

Mmm. Another kiss.

'He'll have reset, and is probably licking his wounds back in Los Santos. Also, he may have to go and find his dog again.'

On account of 1) turning up dead FOR SOME REASON, and 2) therefore having to re-do the adventure that got him killed.

None of which has anything to do with Jim, obviously.

>.>

[mightbeagoodone]

"Well, I suppose that will have to do."

He lays his head on Jim's shoulder. "I presume this means the two of you had an adventure."

[just_cant_lose]

'You could say that.'

He kisses Sherlock's hair, threading fingers into it.

'The dog ended up out in the desert, and he needed someone to go with him to get it back. It turns out that the further you go from a city on that world, the weirder things get.'

And it was weird.

'It was just a small trip. A few hours, that's all. I would have left you a note, but I knew we'd be right back.'

He grins against Sherlock's head. Mmmm, his hair smells like sunshine.

'It was a good opportunity to pay him back for his behaviour during the magic flu. He was very cruel to poor Jones.'