[ Warriorhead doesn't knock. He's accustomed to being expected, and by extension, to being catered to. Some part of this has adjusted in his time with the CDC, and yet-
He stands outside the bunk regardless, waiting to be ushered in, and occupies himself by replying verbally into the space. ]
[ Dagger is all too used to being in service, too, having been a worker drone back home. And the habits of one such drone still sticks, what with it being coded into his very person; serving others is easier than leading.
And then he got promoted, and it's been a weird ride ever since.
He lets Warriorhead in with little ceremony, gives him a reasonable berth to move in before shutting the rover door behind them. ]
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You just wanted to see me naked.
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I already did that. With my hands.
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I am so attracted right now.
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Really?
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Yes.
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Is it the subjugation, the contact, or something else?
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It's the thrill that comes from those two things and the fact we could mutually end each other at any given time.
It's good.
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Good to know.
FROM: warriorhead@cdc.org
What do you do after that?
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After what part? The thrill?
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Yes.
FROM: warriorhead@cdc.org
What do you do after attraction is established?
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Ideally - we merge.
But I wouldn't want to kill you.
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Don't flatter yourself.
FROM: warriorhead@cdc.org
What's merging like?
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I'm not.
Merging is - I become you, you become me, and we become something else.
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Like. Skin melting?
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Like joining on a cellular level. Every part of you becomes every part of them.
Those who survive it become twice as powerful and whole.
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Have you done it before?
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I've gotten close before, but no. I'm all me.
You?
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Others have expressed interest. But no. Not yet.
Are you near the rover?
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I am. You need a bed?
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Let me in yours.
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My bed, your bed. Come over.
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Take your helmet off.
I'll be there in a minute.
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Keep your hands warm.
action.
He stands outside the bunk regardless, waiting to be ushered in, and occupies himself by replying verbally into the space. ]
You're pretty worried about my hands.
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And then he got promoted, and it's been a weird ride ever since.
He lets Warriorhead in with little ceremony, gives him a reasonable berth to move in before shutting the rover door behind them. ]
I like your hands.
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