Kreska was, unsurprisingly, completely oblivious to the other woman's discomfort.
They were friends, after all. And both women, besides. That made clothing strictly optional. Right?
Rocket at least did not have to worry about Kreska using all the hot water, because she preferred her showers somewhere between cold and lukewarm. Even if she did spend entirely too much time standing dazed beneath the water, waiting for her headache to lessen.
When she finally emerged she found the towel Rocket had left for her, and she held up the shirt with a frown once she was dry enough for clothes. Then she snorted.
Cute. Not something she'd think was Rocket's style, but, whatever. Though it seemed a bit small for her, actually. And short. It was kind of short on Kreska, even.
How short did she think she was?
The sweatpants hung low on her hips even after she'd tied the drawstring, and she rolled up the legs to be sure she wouldn't step on them. Better safe than sorry. Rocket was already being nice enough letting her borrow clothes, putting up with Kreska's casual home invasion. Better not to be an even worse guest by ruining all her shit. Even if Rocket would probably say it was fine. Because that woman was way too goddamn nice. Maybe a big metal arm meant she could afford to be.
Finding her cigarettes felt like it ought to be a priority, but smoking in the garage was a no-no. What with all the fuel, and all. She probably ought to check her messages, as well, but she didn't really feel like it. Her headache still loomed menacingly in the back of her skull, so trying to communicate nonverbally could wait until it had dissipated. Which left her nothing to do but go find Rocket.
She was pretty sure she looked fucking stupid. Her curls were weighted down with water, her shirt was too high and her pants were too low, and she was wandering through Rocket's garage barefoot.
Lucky it was just Rocket, when she was hanging around looking like a hobo.
Big, black ship. Var:jo. Probably the right one. Kreska was not deliberately sneaky – far from it, usually loud and obnoxious enough to announce her appearance – but she was small and light, and sneaky could sometimes be a default. Particularly when she was barefoot, no big black boots to clunk her steps against metal.
"Rocket?"
They were friends, after all. And both women, besides. That made clothing strictly optional. Right?
Rocket at least did not have to worry about Kreska using all the hot water, because she preferred her showers somewhere between cold and lukewarm. Even if she did spend entirely too much time standing dazed beneath the water, waiting for her headache to lessen.
When she finally emerged she found the towel Rocket had left for her, and she held up the shirt with a frown once she was dry enough for clothes. Then she snorted.
Cute. Not something she'd think was Rocket's style, but, whatever. Though it seemed a bit small for her, actually. And short. It was kind of short on Kreska, even.
How short did she think she was?
The sweatpants hung low on her hips even after she'd tied the drawstring, and she rolled up the legs to be sure she wouldn't step on them. Better safe than sorry. Rocket was already being nice enough letting her borrow clothes, putting up with Kreska's casual home invasion. Better not to be an even worse guest by ruining all her shit. Even if Rocket would probably say it was fine. Because that woman was way too goddamn nice. Maybe a big metal arm meant she could afford to be.
Finding her cigarettes felt like it ought to be a priority, but smoking in the garage was a no-no. What with all the fuel, and all. She probably ought to check her messages, as well, but she didn't really feel like it. Her headache still loomed menacingly in the back of her skull, so trying to communicate nonverbally could wait until it had dissipated. Which left her nothing to do but go find Rocket.
She was pretty sure she looked fucking stupid. Her curls were weighted down with water, her shirt was too high and her pants were too low, and she was wandering through Rocket's garage barefoot.
Lucky it was just Rocket, when she was hanging around looking like a hobo.
Big, black ship. Var:jo. Probably the right one. Kreska was not deliberately sneaky – far from it, usually loud and obnoxious enough to announce her appearance – but she was small and light, and sneaky could sometimes be a default. Particularly when she was barefoot, no big black boots to clunk her steps against metal.
"Rocket?"
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