Private So, Here's The Thing

[Wrenarias]

She glanced to the door, automatically taking a step towards it. When asked the question of whether or not she could find her way back, she paused and looked back to Wyn.

"Oh... I should be fine. Wouldn't want to inconvenience you more than I already am. Is there a towel inside, by the way?" She asked, canting her head a little to the side. The movement caused a sharp lance of pain to pulse through her spine and she grimaced, instinctively reaching for her neck.

 

[Wynter Rackham]

Wrenarias

Snapping his fingers there.

"Good thought, only my own. I will grab you one." They really avoided a potentially awkward encounter with that. Which he was thankful about as he left for a brief moment to fetch her a towel. Oh, Wren was attractive, of course. But that wouldn't have been an auspicious start their trip, he figured. It took a few minutes and then Wyn was back.

By that time she was already in the bathroom though.

An oh there.

Then knocking on the door.

"Hey, got you that towel?" Waiting patiently for her to reply or open the door herself. Otherwise there might be another potential awkward situation that neither needed right now.

 

[Wrenarias]

Wrenarias paused in the midst of unbuttoning her trousers. She cleared her throat and quickly pulled her tunic back on, then opened the door.

"Thank you, Wynter." She said, offering him an appreciative smile.

Once again, she was careful not to touch him when she took the towel from his hand.

"I won't take long... No hair to wash, after all." The twi'lek quipped with a wink of her own.

She waited for Wynter's retort that he'd inevitably offer, and then she shut the door once more.

After taking off her clothes, she tossed them into the shoot that was intended for soiled clothing.

As promised, she was quick in the shower. The hot water painful on some of the cuts on her skin, but she felt better once she was done washing.

It wasn't until after the shower that she recognized a mistake she'd just made -- her clothes weren't accessable now and Wynter had only brought her a towel.

"Kriff..." She muttered under her breath.

She peaked her head out the door, the towel wrapped around her curves form. The towel covered her, but only just.

As quietly as she could, Wren crept out of the shower stall and shut the door behind her, bare feet softly pattering on the metal floor.

She desperately hoped that she didn't run into the captain as she hurried towards the room she thought was hers -- she didn't want him to see the metal collar that was still bolted to her neck.

Unfortunately, she got turned around.

The crates made it difficult for her to navigate the ship, because she didn't know where to turn and everything looked the same.

"You've got to be kidding me..."

 

[Wynter Rackham]

He had dropped off some of his clothes to her room, before going about his business.

There was always something to do on the Undoubtedly.

Things to fix, course corrections, other chores. Right now Wyn was carrying a crate to the cargo room. The one thing that he wasn't expecting? Turning the corner only to come face-to-face with Wrenarias , who was very much not clothed. Thank the spirits for towels. Eyes wide, he accidentally dropped the crate and it landed on his feet.

Causing him to cry out in pain.

Bouncing on one leg as he held his other food.

Kriff kriff, feth, oh that hurts...

Things like that spilling from his mouth. A little bit after that Wyn leaned heavily against the wall. Trying to look anywhere except to her. Oh, very very attractive, but NOT a good idea.

"Um, Wren.... I left clothes in your room..." Weakly after that display. "Did they... not fit?"

 

[Wrenarias]

Wren turned a brilliant shade of dark green as she furiously blushed. Several thoughts raced through her mind, but she quickly stepped back behind a pile of crates.

"Stars! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" She asked, grabbing her towel to make sure that it stayed firmly in place.

"I uhm... I got turned around and I uh... Kark, I'm so sorry." She apologized profusely, feeling horrible that he'd hurt himself because she startled him.

 

[Wynter Rackham]

"Y-yes, yes, all good, it's okay."

Another stifled curse as he shakes his head.

"No, it's okay, really. I should have been there to point you back to your room." A soft chuckle there, still a bit pained. "Yeah, it's a bit of a labyrinth isn't it, when loaded up?" Every corner looking roughly the same. Honestly, Wyn probably should have thought of it himself already. But he had been busy figuring out the clothing situation.

Just didn't enter his thoughts.

"Alright, let's go, I will guide you. Follow me."

Gesturing for her to follow. Very quickly turning his back to her, so there would be no temptation to sneak a peek.

Well, not more temptation anyway.

"Shower was okay?" Feeling kinda awkward there however.

 

[Wrenarias]

Subconsciously, Wren wrapped her lekku around her neck, attempting to hide her collar; though she knew it was a futile effort. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, obviously self-conscious about her current state of dress.

"Uhmm... It was hot. Like you said. But tolerable. Too hot is better than too cold, after all." She said with a nervous laugh, following along behind Wynter.

Mortified didn't quite explain her embarrassment. She felt foolish and silly.

"Thanks for being so helpful... I feel like such an idiot."

 

[Wynter Rackham]

A mmhm there.

Relieved they were talking.

About literally anything else.

"Yup, yup, I know some folks do cold showers but I never go in for that." Then again. A cold shower right now would probably be very helpful. Very very very helpful. "Always felt like a form of self-torture." Tone a bit flustered there however, embarrassed himself. At the very least she wasn't alone in feeling very awkward about the situation.

"You're fine, lass, nothing to worry about. Like I said... labyrinth. I should have just brought the clothes to you."

Right about now Wynter could use another smoke, but he never let himself smoke two in a row that quickly. That was just the making of an addiction. That ain't something he needed.

"You uh... wanna tell me about the collar? I am sure we could get that off."

 

[Wrenarias]

Absently, she reached up to brush her fingers along the base of her throat, careful not to touch the metal surface itself. "I don't have a way to deactivate the shock." She explained hesitantly.

"It goes off whenever I touch it..." she said quietly a moment later.

"I don't think it'll explode... Or anything like that, if you're worried about that." Wren added, looking at the back of Wynter's head.

 

[Wynter Rackham]

He pauses there and looks over his shoulder shocked.

For a moment forgetting about her state of undress.

"Damn, that's karked up. No wonder you ran." At this point Wynter assumed she was a former slave. Would explain the collar, but also explain the fact that she was running hard. Made him mildly wonder how she got in contact with their mutual friend. Not that it mattered, but still. "I know an Outlaw Tech or two who could probably take a look at it."

A shrug there.

Nothing promised, but that was deeply disturbing so it made sense for him to try and help.

Snorting at her last comment. "I wasn't thinking about it exploding, until right now, thanks." Teasing her there lightly. His eyes casting down there for a moment, before catching himself.

Flushing a bit and quickly going back to WALKING to her room.

"So yeah, um. I will see about one of my contacts in our next refueling spot."

 

[Wrenarias]

She smirked a little when he abruptly turned his back to her and seemed to hurry off. At least she wasn't the only one that was having a hard time with how attractive the other was. Or at least, that's what she assumed.

"I can't pay you for that, Wyn..." She said, reluctantly.

Wren lengthened her stride to keep up with the Captain, though she made a conscious effort to stay politely behind him.

"So... Don't go out of your way."

 

[Wynter Rackham]

A shrug there as they turn the corner and get back to the corridor with her room in it.

"Hey, letting you stay collared is a chitty thing to do. I will see if I can make the connect for you, but no promises." He'd try, but who knew if any of his old Outlaw Tech buddies were still active? It was a dangerous place out there. Wars everywhere. Difficult to gauge who was still alive, who was already buried and who was on their way out.

Focusing on that also made the ... other things easier.

He looked over his shoulder. A reassuring smile there, nodding to her, which again let his eyes slip for a moment. Before he got ahold of himself. Coughing awkwardly and settling by the door to her room.

"Aaaand here we are. I put my clothes on your bed, so that should be fine."

Stretch, yawn, lock his eyes into hers and not letting them cast downward again. That was the way to go.

"You need anything you let me know, eh?"

 

[Wrenarias]

Her strange eyes met his, and for the briefest of moments, their color seemed to shift -- those silver irises shifting to a pale lavender that complimented her skin tone. The darkness of her sclera faded away into a normal white. It was only fleeting, there for a single blink of the eye.

Wren wasn't even aware that something happened; all she felt was a familiar warmth blossom in her chest. She wanted to reach out to him... But she knew that she couldn't.

An almost sad smile flickered across her lips and she dipped her head down. "Thank you... Could probably use a drink or something. Y'know, once I get my clothes on."

 

[Wynter Rackham]

He didn't see it.

Or rather Wynter did, but thought he had imagined it. His eyesight was notoriously bad. No spectacles on either, so clearly it must have just been imagined right? Eyes didn't do that. Well, pretty sure they didn't, not even with Twi'leks. "Yeah, sure, water, tea or beer?" Lazy grin there as he finally started to get his chit together.

This whole blushing kiddy chit was so not him.

It was just the combination of her and the job. Very stupid timing on his part. It could only complicate the job, right? Not something that should be pursued as far as Wynter was concerned.

No, no.

Bad thoughts.

"Probably got some whisky somewhere too...." Smirk there.

 

[Wrenarias]

"Whisky sounds like a great idea." She said quietly with a smile.

Then she remembered that she was still standing there in a towel and she quickly ducked into her room.

"Just... Wait two seconds and I'll get dressed!" She shouted, laughing as she shut the door.

Rushing as quickly as she could, Wren yanked on the oversized clothes.

A few minutes later, the twi'lek emerged from the room once more, thing the baggy shirt behind her back so that it wasn't too loose.

"So... Where to then?"

 

[Wynter Rackham]

"Oh! Sure, yeah."

Probably for the best too.

Before she got lost again. Sometimes Wyn considered putting up signs here and there. Maybe that would make it easier to navigate. Then again, it would also make it easier for potential boarders. Not a great idea. Discarding it Wyn hummed softly to himself as he waited for her to finish. A laugh there as she stepped on through.

"Yar rocking that sweater," He complimented with a teasing salute of two fingers. "-much better than it ever looked on me."

Pushing himself off the wall he nodded.

"Got a lil eating nook on the ship. Kitchen, but not super fancy. I will just drag an extra crate over so we can both sit." Gesturing for her to follow as he set off into the opposite direction of the shower.

"How ya like ya whisky?"

 

[Wrenarias]

"On the rocks." She said lightly, pushing the sleeves of the sweater up to her elbows. It was remarkably comfortable and the black fabric went well with her skin tone. She wondered if he'd picked it out for that reason.

Following him to the kitchen was simple enough, but she made more of a concentrated effort to memorize the layout of the ship.

A hand reached out, trailing along the exposed bullhead for a few moments, feeling the old emotions that lingered in the space. Overwhelmingly, she gathered a sense of adventure... And home.

She smiled softly at the sensation. Never in her life had there been a place that she considered home -- it was nice to vicariously pick up the feeling from others.

Her eyes turned to Wyn, watching him curiously. "Are you a good cook then?"

 

[Wynter Rackham]

"Oh Lordy no. I suck badly, but I can make a mean egg 'n' bacon."

Thinking there before laughing.

"Well, bacon is a liberal term. Spam in the can more like, but if you fry it up with enough butter? Don't notice the difference." Like he'd said it was less a kitchen and more a nook. A sink, small mini-fridge, couple of cabinets pushed together. Small table that doubled both as dinner table, but also as the work deck for the cooking.

"Sit yar self down, I will get us some of that whisky." First hauling a crate over to double as a chair next to the one chair already in existence. Then rummaging around in the cabinet.

It doesn't take long before a triumphant noise pops up from him.

Out comes Wyn with two glasses, a bottle of amber liquid half-full. "Plenty 'ere too. Ain't got no ice sadly, we ain't in Hoth yet, but I can do a few drops of cold water?"

Wrenarias

 

[Wrenarias]

Wrenarias smiled a little as she sat down on the improvised cabinet chair, resting her forearms on the table in front of her. "Neat is fine, Wynter."

Her fingers idly fiddled with the last few inches of her organic lek, much like how a human woman would play with the ends of her hair.

There was a playful grin on her lips as she looked up at him. "I'm a decent cook, if you want me to make something later?"

The offer seemed genuine and there was an amused glint in her strange eyes.

"I'm nothing to write home about though."

 

[Wynter Rackham]

A snort there.

"Am sure it be better than whatever I could cook up." Accepting the offer without worry. The pouring happened leisurely. It wasn't long, before he settled back down with two cups in hand. One slid over to her, the other nursed in the nook of his hand. Letting it swirl there lightly. "Hm, should probably drink to something."

Lazy stretch as he thought about it.

"New beginnings?"

That was probably the most appealing thing to her. Getting away from ... whatever she was running. It was difficult to keep a measured head. This was still just a job to do.

If Wynter wasn't careful he'd white knight himself straight into an early grave.

Then again.

He was a quintessential coward. It was easy to White Knight when there was no danger.

Wrenarias