txt me maybe

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the only person mako mori will actually say this word to

[onibaba]

SENT: 02:17 PM
Your 2AM fascination with cock COCK cock shouldn't be my problem.

[payloaded]

SENT: 02:19 PM
you actually typed that word??

colour me impressed

[onibaba]

SENT: 02:22 PM
COCK COCK COCK

[payloaded]

SENT: 02:34 PM
christ

SENT: 02:37 PM
christ

[onibaba]

SENT: 02:39 PM
You're welcome, go to sleep.

[payloaded]

SENT: 02:44 AM
why arent you sleeping?

[onibaba]

SENT: 02:46 AM
Some loser woke me up to talk about you know what.

[payloaded]

SENT: 02:48 AM
dont give your number to losers

[onibaba]

SENT: 02:50 AM
Too late now.
He's already keeping me up.

[payloaded]

SENT: 02:52 AM
are you really complaining?

[onibaba]

SENT: 03:01 AM
Will you make it up to me if I am?

[payloaded]

SENT: 03:04 AM
lets sneak out

[onibaba]

[ Suave motherfucker. ]

SENT: 03:05 AM
Sneak out where?

[payloaded]

SENT: 03:06 AM
who cares


come out
im at your room

[onibaba]

SENT: 03:10 AM
omg 1 min

SENT: 03:11 AM
I'm not dressed!

[payloaded]

SENT: 03:15 AM
you dont have to impress me come onnn

[onibaba]

[ Banging around inside. Clink clank clunk. ]

[payloaded]

SENT: 03:19 AM
mako

SENT: 03:21 AM
makoooo

SENT: 03:25 AM
mako im coming in

[onibaba]

[ She's changing out of her sleep clothes and into something a little less conspicious, which means Mako's head is stuck in her sleep shirt the moment Chuck Hansen opens the door. He is greeted, unsurprisingly, with an unceremonial squeak before she tries to hide behind the door of her locker. ]

—jerk!

[payloaded]

[ he doesn't laugh (those are still precious currency, rare even in these early days) but the grin pulls at the corner of his mouth all the same. he won't risk hovering in the hall, and slips in a beat later despite her exclamation. (he'd been caught creeping in once- and given the last punishment- he's not keen to repeat it.) the door clicks closed, and his hands lift, palms pressed over his eyes. ]

I'm not looking!

[onibaba]

You're so full of crap!

[ Mako disappears completely behind the door, her pale ankles visible in the sliver beneath the bottom of it and the floor. She's barefoot despite there being cement underfoot and so she does a little dance as she shimmies, hidden, out of the rest of her clothes, donning a recruit's standard drabs. Her elbow knocks against the locker occasionally, making a hollow metal noise.

So there's where that sound was coming from. ]

[payloaded]

[ he dutifully keeps from peeking (chuck doesn't have many virtues, but he's always stuck to his word, regardless of how freely he gives it) but his mouth flickers. an unconscious clocking of the sounds, attempts to ascribe a cause to each one. his voice is a loud whisper, but a whisper all the same. ]

What's taking so long?

[onibaba]

[ Mako mutters something under her breath in Japanese and sticks out her head (she's checking to see if he's full of shit) just long enough to retort: ] Some loser interrupted me. [ Before she's disappeared again.

Sure enough a few moments later she emerges, only to brush past Chuck in order to snag her boots by the door. As she leans down she braces one hand on his forearm, swinging her spare arm down to swipe both shoes by their tongues. ]

[payloaded]

[ he isn't dressed for the night air, but he's going along anyway. she touches his forearm and chuck turns on his heels, moves after her into the hall. they're largely on tip toe all the same, and where she looks left he casts his gaze right. chuck's hand moves to her own, and wraps around her fingers. ]

[onibaba]

[ It's difficult to look at Chuck Hansen and Mako Mori and understand how and why they could possibly ever think they'd be drift compatible. Their behavior's different by the light of day, when they're running drills or in the classroom or running laps around the shatterdome (Chuck chasing Mako, Mako chasing Chuck, Raleigh chasing both of them until he laps the lot). But at night, in moment's like these when they steal through the corridors for destinations undecided, there's something close to synchronicity.

Like spirits and like minds.

Mako's stomach does something weird whenever Chuck reaches for her hand. She tries not to think about it to hard, though her fingers find the spaces between his own. ]