Just me, she said. Go back to sleep, she said. Behaving like these were all normal things for her to be saying. For Kreska, being beyond drunk was a perfect excuse to why she was at Rocket's garage, but not so much for why she was specifically in her bed. Usually she was perfectly fine with the couch, or finding a ship to catnap in. Each time the Jobari reached for her the Callistan pulled her shoulder back, causing her to fall short without so much as a brush of fingers.
Rocket had never been obvious with her attraction, because it had come up in conversation that Kreska was not interested in advances. From anyone. Ever. Which mostly led Rocket to become a bundle of buzzing frustration, toeing at the very solid line of Just Friends. The other woman was so close, but so far. Constantly just out of reach. Rocket blinked, pulled from her self-inflection by Kreska trying to talk again. It made her wince. Usually she was in no position to judge the accent, but drunken slurring was doing her no favors.
"Ev'rythin smells like gas'line," she replied. "Yer sleepin' above ma garage, what didya expect?" Words were probably falling on deaf, or at least, sleeping ears. That didn't stop Rocket from talking however, because she made a bad habit of it when she was nervous. Still upright in her own bed, with her knees tucked against her chest, in an oversized tshirt that doubled as pajamas. "What was yew expectin' then? Climbin' inta mah bed in th'middle of th'damn night like it would'na wake me."
Rocket glanced down at her own cybernetic arm when Kreska pointed it out. She made a face despite the fact that she wasn't looking at her anymore. "It don't come off," she defended, sounding confused. For the most part she figured that would have been a bit obvious, since the arm was also fixated to the biomechanical structure attached to her chest. Rocket stopped clinging to her own legs, reaching over to finally turn off the light because she thought not being able to see Kreska might help somewhat. Rocket sighed, noisily and laid back down, very pointedly keeping to one side of the bed. "Yew go th'fuck t'sleep," she countered, frazzled, even though it was exactly what the other woman was trying to do. "Maybe save th'songwritin' fer the mornin.'"
Rocket had never been obvious with her attraction, because it had come up in conversation that Kreska was not interested in advances. From anyone. Ever. Which mostly led Rocket to become a bundle of buzzing frustration, toeing at the very solid line of Just Friends. The other woman was so close, but so far. Constantly just out of reach. Rocket blinked, pulled from her self-inflection by Kreska trying to talk again. It made her wince. Usually she was in no position to judge the accent, but drunken slurring was doing her no favors.
"Ev'rythin smells like gas'line," she replied. "Yer sleepin' above ma garage, what didya expect?" Words were probably falling on deaf, or at least, sleeping ears. That didn't stop Rocket from talking however, because she made a bad habit of it when she was nervous. Still upright in her own bed, with her knees tucked against her chest, in an oversized tshirt that doubled as pajamas. "What was yew expectin' then? Climbin' inta mah bed in th'middle of th'damn night like it would'na wake me."
Rocket glanced down at her own cybernetic arm when Kreska pointed it out. She made a face despite the fact that she wasn't looking at her anymore. "It don't come off," she defended, sounding confused. For the most part she figured that would have been a bit obvious, since the arm was also fixated to the biomechanical structure attached to her chest. Rocket stopped clinging to her own legs, reaching over to finally turn off the light because she thought not being able to see Kreska might help somewhat. Rocket sighed, noisily and laid back down, very pointedly keeping to one side of the bed. "Yew go th'fuck t'sleep," she countered, frazzled, even though it was exactly what the other woman was trying to do. "Maybe save th'songwritin' fer the mornin.'"
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
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