save_the_souls | driftfleet ♪ IC Contact: Year Two

Oh?

[He looks curious]

What makes you say that?

Mm, you just are. And about this whole thing... You were right to go about it the way you did. [He turns, his back to the viewing panel, to face Allen and rest both of his arms on his shoulders.] You're the first mate, and you have a ship to take care of. If someone breaks something, then that shouldn't be left alone. You were just trying to do your job, keep the ship running, and ensure that that kind of thing doesn't happen again.

[He smiles a bit, one hand turning to toy with the hair at the top of his neck] You're amazing for a lot of reasons, but one of them is that you take your job so seriously. I know some people who think the whole captain and first mate thing is one big joke. But you - you love your crew, you support your captain, you put your all into the ship... You're amazing for that, and I love you for that.

[He feels his cheeks heat up as Clay compliments him. It's really flattering, that he can't help but get embarrassed.] Ah...thanks. It's just- it's just what a good first mate would do. I mean you do the same as captain-! I know you really care about your crew!

[His cheeks do heat up a bit at that, but come on, this isn't about him]

Yeah, I would... and yeah, I do. But I don't have a first mate who would help me out with that.

[He really should pick one soon. Maybe when they get back...]

Sokka made a good choice for his first mate. [He leans in to brush their noses together] And I made a good choice for my boyfriend.

I know that. You really ought to think about getting one though. There's good candidates in your crew, and it might mean you'd fall asleep at your desk less.

[SINCE HE KNOWS YOU DO THAT. The blush is still prominent in his face as their noses brush together. Dangit Clay you flatterer.]

Ah...are you trying to get back at me for all the times I flatter you? [You know when he KNOWS you get all embarrassed and flustered]

[Well. The comment about the desk certainly makes him flustered, and he gives an embarrassed little "I know, I know" before deciding to focus on the last part instead.]

Mm, maybe. Or maybe I'm just being honest. [Since, you know, that is his thing. Being genuine and honest, because why should he hide anything about himself, especially with his boyfriend?] Either way, it's true.

[He gives a little huff, definitely blushing. He can't refute it, but still-!]

Tch...

Well you're making it really hard to be all mad like I was.

[HOW DARE YOU BE CALMING AND SUPPORT!!!]

[He laughs a bit, the sound quiet and fond, and he shifts a bit closer, just to feel more of Allen against him.]

Wow, now I feel terrible. Should I get you mad again? Still want to scream?

[He just lets out a sigh as he moves closer to rest against Clay. No, he doesn't feel real compelled to scream or get mad again- not when there's someone loving and supportive right here. So he's just quiet for a moment.]

...I don't suppose you brought snacks.

[And while Allen rests against him, Clay loops his arms around his waist and traces gentle, lazy circles against the middle of his back. When he speaks up, though, Clay gives a little snort, because of course.]

Back on the shuttle, yeah. It's not much, but I figured we'd be hungry after all this.

[Since he was expecting them to scream a lot, just to let out their (Allen's) frustration. That ended up not happening, but... honestly, that's for the better. And he's incredibly happy that he can have such a calming influence on his boyfriend like this.]

[Okay that makes him cheer up a little more as he continues to lean against him. Since hey, it's food.]

Ah...you really are the perfect man.

Ha, perfect to you, maybe.

[He can't help grinning from that, though. Really, if he wasn't dating someone that had a black hole for a stomach, then he wouldn't have thought to bring food along. But that's what happens when you're in a serious, committed relationship; you adapt a little to what they love.

But even with the promise of food, Allen's not moving, so Clay will just shut his eyes and keep holding him while stroking his back, until he's ready to go again.]

[Really just the promise of food is enough to sate him for this precise moment.]

Nuh-uh, just perfect. What kind of person wouldn't think making sure to bring snacks was a sign of perfection?

[Besides people on diets, or don't eat at all....]

Mm, I dunno. I got a couple of people on my ship who wouldn't think it's a sign of perfection.

[Them being unable to eat and all. But he ends up burying his face in Allen's shoulder a bit - definitely getting flustered over here]

[He makes a "pssshaw" sound]

Pearl's got some strange opinions about eating. I think you can take what she says on the matter with a grain of salt.

[Because seriously, it's one thing not to eat, it's another to diss it so much GOSH]

[Clay laughs at that, because out of all the things Allen could take away from his impression of Pearl, Clay had a feeling that one would stick out the most.]

Oh, I've heard her opinions about eating. I guess it makes sense, though; rocks aren't meant to eat.

[But of course!]

I guess so. But it's still a disturbing opinion.

[She made eating sound gross, Clay!!]

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