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[dendarii]

"This is Miles. Leave a message and I'll respond to you at my earliest convenience."

The line has gone silent; any messages sent to this name only return an error.

Comments

[failureisntachoice]

[ She snorts and waves it off. ] It's background and crap I'm already doing. The only difference is I'm sending it off for you to see too.

[dendarii]

... All right, then. Let's plan to do that on the next mission as well.

[failureisntachoice]

It's not too much to throw at you at once?

[dendarii]

Of course not. I've handled much more data back home.

[failureisntachoice]

You sure about that? We can run through some different feeds before our next mission. I don't know how useful my radar and motion tracker would be since it'd be for my position, but everything else could help.

[dendarii]

[ Nerding out over tech, gosh yes. Miles' eyes are alight with glee. ]

Practice setups? I'd be delighted.

[failureisntachoice]

Good. [ She flashes him a small smile, leaning briefly against the back of the couch once more. ] When you're rested, we'll run through it.

[dendarii]

I'm plenty rested already ...

[failureisntachoice]

[ She eyes his collarbone briefly before shaking her head. ] Have you slept yet?

[dendarii]

Well ... no. Not yet. But I'm not fragile.

[failureisntachoice]

No, but you're human so you need food and sleep. I've learned you all tend to function better with it.

[dendarii]

[ A soft sigh. ]

So let's go get something. I don't feel like sleeping yet.

[failureisntachoice]

[ ...Maybe things hadn't gone as well as they seemed. Or he's still riled from the op. ]

That amped up? Bring your helmet with you.

[dendarii]

[ A little of both, really; either way he looks as though he's about to start pacing. ]

... All right. Where are we going?

[failureisntachoice]

[ She motions for him to get up and follow her. She's already searching for nearby places that are open all hours of the night. ]

Somewhere with food. There's places open this late.

[dendarii]

[ He nods a bit then. ]

By all means, then. Lead the way.

[failureisntachoice]

It's a breakfast place, a couple blocks over. We can walk or ride.

[ She eyes him, letting him make that decision. ]

[dendarii]

... Let's ride, then. I'd like that.

[failureisntachoice]

Spare helmet's in the same place it always is, unless you want to use yours. I could send you video feed while I drive.

[dendarii]

[ He brightens a bit at that. ]

What an excellent idea ... give me a moment and I'll retrieve it.

[failureisntachoice]

[ She's moving to grab her own helmet, discarded on an end table somewhere when she came in and gets ready to set up the feed. When she has visual that his helmet is in hand, she sends the data connection request over and leads the way out. ]

Sure you don't need a nap first?

[dendarii]

[ He slides it on then, following her. ]

If you ask me again, I'm going to try decking you. Which will go poorly for me, mostly.

[failureisntachoice]

[ She snorts lightly before flatly replying, ]

I'll start caring less then.

[dendarii]

Caring is fine. Asking me to the point where it sounds like you think I can't take care of myself ...

[ He settles himself on the back of her motorcycle. ]

[failureisntachoice]

Do you promise to tell me when you're reaching your limits then?

[ She slides onto the front and casts a glance back over at him, ready to kick off and go as soon as she gets an answer. ]