(no subject)

[river_meimei]

River.

Booth. Back against the wall, one leg tucked under her and one knee pulled to her chest. Watching the room. What she sees in it is, as usual, an open question.

The sullen look of a teenager who's not in a particularly good mood, layered with River's tendency to be distracted by empty air.

Comments

[badinlatin]

"One big family then."

[river_meimei]

"I'll paint his toenails," she says contentedly, and strokes the horse's nose. Tequila whuffles into her hand.

[badinlatin]

"Just not pink."

[river_meimei]

River is disappointed!

"It's pretty," she protests. "The evidence is solid!"

[badinlatin]

Mal purses his lips, scratching the back of his neck.

"If Tequila'll stand for it."

[river_meimei]

River is Plotting Plots. Oh yes.

"Boukephalos will be moral support," she assures Mal.

[badinlatin]

"I did hear about that once upon a time, about you and Anthy.

"I suppose if the warhorse is up for the painting, Tequila'd do alright with it."

Mal's not altogether sure he likes it.

[river_meimei]

River is smug.

[badinlatin]

"Fine. Can ya promise me somethin' though?"

[river_meimei]

River glances at him, the smugness sliding away.

[badinlatin]

"Do not tell Kaylee I'm lettin' ya do the pink thing. She will use it against me til I'm old and gray."

Pause.

"Er."

[river_meimei]

A tiny smile, like a silent giggle.

"I'll keep your secret, captain," she promises solemnly.

[badinlatin]

"Thanks."

[river_meimei]

River turns back to Tequila happily.