![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
notintehkitchenMr. Hawk, will you please come back to the house? I found a solution to our problem.
I've sealed my gas mask on permanently so I don't have to talk to you again or be strange. I'll just be a normal Pyro again, you don't even have to think of me as a girl if you don't want to. Just think of me as a boy--or even better, an it. I'm fine with that, really. Just come back, please?
I've sealed my gas mask on permanently so I don't have to talk to you again or be strange. I'll just be a normal Pyro again, you don't even have to think of me as a girl if you don't want to. Just think of me as a boy--or even better, an it. I'm fine with that, really. Just come back, please?
[Action]
Date: 2012-01-26 09:55 am (UTC)[The smile remained on his face as he took her offered hand. It seemed so strange: he'd known Barbara for years before they ever got involved, and it had never felt quite so... comfortable as it did with the woman sitting before him, an individual he'd worked with and had never known her identity until recently. He related to Pyro in some way he couldn't with her, some way she was incapable of seeing and he was still trying to discover for himself.
He was already feeling it as he sat there, that innate fear of loss that came coupled with attachment. Was he setting himself up for another injury by pursuing this? It felt backwards, to be introducing themselves after all that had already happened, but he couldn't find it in himself to regret it at that point. He was selfish, and wanted her more than he could fully express.
His hand lingered around hers another moment, taking in the texture of her skin. He licked his lips, his mouth feeling dry as tension hit him.]
Right. I think it's a bit warm in here. Maybe we oughtta get some fresh air.
[Action]
Date: 2012-01-26 10:48 am (UTC)Your hands are huge.
[At his suggestion, she remembered how freezing it was out there. It was not going to be fun. Pyro disliked cold weather as much as she hated swimming.]
Ah, yes. Fresh air...
[Fresh cold air.
Removing her hands, she placed them at her sides and felt the bulky fabric of her uniform still being worn. Squeaking at the realization, she began to unzip her flame retardant suit until it dropped to the ground. When she stepped out she was wearing that dress that Sniper had called nice along with a pair of stockings and garters that were odd going with her black boots that had flaps.]
[Action]
Date: 2012-01-26 11:13 am (UTC)The look dissolved as she unzipped her uniform, dropping it and revealing the nice dress, now with accompanying stockings. His eyes never even made it to the thick boots that were a comical addition to the ensemble- they stopped momentarily on her thighs, his attention grabbed by garters before he tore them away, shame coloring him yet again. So much for all that self-control; not thinking about her in such a way was nearly impossible in that particular dress. He fumbled with his hood.]
Wait, back up. You were stickin' yourself in your suit permanently wearing that?
[Action]
Date: 2012-01-26 11:26 am (UTC)[Turning about in circles she attempted to look at her backside with confusion.]
Is something to stuck to my butt? My back? Where?
[Placing her hands behind her back before he could even answer, she began to search as if that was the reason he was acting peculiar.]
Sometimes I get soot in the inside of my uniform when I take it off. Is that what's weird?
[Stopping, she extended out her right led and hiked up her dress in order to get a good look at her skin.]
No, just scars. Everything looks fine.
[Action]
Date: 2012-01-26 11:36 am (UTC)He got to his feet, pushing himself up with his crutch.]
No, it's fine. I just thought ya might have picked something more comfortable if you were goin' to spend the rest of your days in that suit.
[Action]
Date: 2012-01-26 11:39 am (UTC)[Growing flushed again for entirely different reasons, Pyro ran up to his side. Eying his crutches, she pondered how much longer he would have to use those.]
Hey, Alan? We can't hold hands, can we? I mean--because you have to use your crutches, so it would be too complicated.
[Action]
Date: 2012-01-26 11:46 am (UTC)I s'ppose you're right about that.
[He hated hearing that shred of disappointment in her voice. His eyes turned to the sling that held his broken arm.]
Maybe you could walk on this side and hold onto my arm, if you're careful.
[Action]
Date: 2012-01-26 11:57 am (UTC)OK! I promise I won't hurt you one bit, I'll be super gentle!
[Reaching her arm around his broken one, she attempted to lightly take a hold of it while steadying herself in order not to make any sudden moves that might cause him pain. The very sensation of his skin making contact against hers made her very happy, it showed on her face.
Lowering her voice, she spoke shyly. She knew there was-something- their relationship should be called just not what exactly.]
Alan isn't afraid of anyone seeing us together now? That... makes me feel good.
[Action]
Date: 2012-01-26 05:00 pm (UTC)[It was the opposite, in all truthfulness: he wanted absolutely no one to find to find out about them, whatever them entailed. He wasn't entirely sure himself- he knew her name, felt comfortable with her, and was still struggling to handle how he reacted when in her presence, his body flaring up at the smell of her hair and every grace of her skin on his. Though he attempted to accept it himself, he knew anything between them that was beyond professional wasn't right: she was a coworker, nearly half his age, and honestly, he barely knew anything about her. With her arm linked with his, anyone who saw them would likely assume the worst about them, and they'd be right.
On the other hand, it wasn't exactly a secret she'd taken care of him in the hospital. Her behavior had been overly affectionate even then, and if she was naturally that way, perhaps anyone who saw them wouldn't bat an eye or make any assumptions about his part in it. It was hard to let go of his image as a professional, and he didn't want to be thought of as some lovesick dog who craved her attention. That was entirely untrue.
Well, at least he didn't have to concern himself with what his parents thought of her. Chances were they would either never make it back to their time, or they'd forget all that had transpired in Paradise when they did, so what did it matter? He leaned on his crutch again, touching her arm that was wrapped around his own as he cast another small smile her way. He didn't crave her attention like that- he just liked the sensation of her against him was all. He enjoyed that feeling, but didn't actually have those feelings. That was it. It was just a matter of convincing himself.]
Right then. Ready?
[Action]
Date: 2012-01-27 12:38 am (UTC)Holding onto Sniper's arm was enough for her to be giddy with delight. Compared to times she had cuddled him he didn't look the smallest bit annoyed by her touch. Maybe he'd never mind her cuddling him again.]
I'm ready!
[If only his arm nearest to her wasn't injured. At that moment she wished she could snuggle her head up against his shoulder to show him how cheerful she was.]
[Action]
Date: 2012-01-27 12:44 am (UTC)Down the stairs and into the street. He'd never been much of one for public displays of affection with Barbara— and as far as he was concerned, he still wasn't one for such things, and this wasn't one of those things anyway— but he kept his pace slow so as not to do more injury to himself. It gave him longer with her, as it was. That was just a bonus.
With a deep breath, he took a turn, heading in the direction opposite of his rival's house.]
[Action]
Date: 2012-01-27 01:06 am (UTC)Sniper likes dogs, doesn't he?
[It was a question that was brought up with any other hints to why it would of been. Finding conversation when you were a nervous wreck was difficult so any topic seemed fine. Luckily for Pyro, the both of them loved dogs.]
There's a pet store very close from here. You should look at the puppies.
[Action]
Date: 2012-01-27 03:47 am (UTC)Ya know good and well I like dogs.
[He pushed a sigh through him, feeling he'd cut back too sharply. It was still a sore topic for him, though he had to admit that if he'd not admitted those things to her unintentionally, he might not be where he was with her at that moment. Whether or not that was a good development in the long run was yet to be seen. He started again, his tone softer.]
Right. I can look, I suppose. Even if I was in workin' order, I've not had a dog in some time. I don't think I'd be too good at takin' care of them anymore.
[Action]
Date: 2012-01-27 08:05 am (UTC)That's no way to think. How about if we both get one together? It can be our child. We'll have to think of a name for it and it has to be really cute.
[Smiling up at him, she tried to make light of the situation. Sniper couldn't be so glum all the time!]
[Action]
Date: 2012-01-27 08:09 am (UTC)A dog's not a child, Pyro. It's a pet.
[He certainly didn't want to think about children of any sort at that point, as he was still trying to acclimate himself to the thought of having any sort of a relationship with her, no matter how taboo in light of his standards of professionalism; even more, he didn't want to mention that the offer was tempting.]
[Action]
Date: 2012-01-27 08:15 am (UTC)You take care of it just as you would a child, don't you? If that's the case, it's a child. I don't think the word pet should even exist in the context to describe what they are to humans.
Do you not want to have a child with me?
[Action]
Date: 2012-01-27 08:19 am (UTC)Er. Don't you think it's a bit early to be, um.
[His mind put it together two seconds too late as they turned down another road, the pet store in sight.]
Right. A dog. You were talking about a dog.
Re: [Action]
Date: 2012-01-27 09:43 am (UTC)With a mad fit of giggles, she released his arm and attempted to politely stifle her laughter with her hands. However, she soon found herself laughing so hard that tears began to fall from the corner of her eyes.]
Ahahahahahaha! Alan thought I meant a human child, didn't he!? We aren't even lovers! Why would you think something like that? Too funny!
[Action]
Date: 2012-01-27 10:13 am (UTC)Nevermind.
[Action]
Date: 2012-01-27 11:05 am (UTC)In fact...
[Stopping in her tracks and placing her arms behind her, she grins.]
Alan is very cute sometimes, surprisingly.
[Action]
Date: 2012-01-27 11:08 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2012-01-27 11:13 am (UTC)Kawaii.
[Running around him in circles, she stuck out her tongue teasingly.]
[Action]
Date: 2012-01-27 11:15 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2012-01-27 11:23 am (UTC)You're just as cute as Jell-O.
[Action]
Date: 2012-01-27 11:29 am (UTC)Ya know what? This was a bad idea.
[He turned around to head back to the base, hesitating at the sound of barking. Pyro was right- there were puppies in the window, visible in the light of the store.]
[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:Re: [Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:Re: [Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:Re: [Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From:[Action]
From: