Wires and Things

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He put on that same face of mock consideration that he had worn earlier before kissing her. "I dunno."

A shrug rolled over his shoulders.

Of course he would stay away, that was without question. Though he was by all accounts a criminal, Munin did have respect. He had shown that more than once throughout their jaunt of running through Coruscant. He wouldn't violate her privacy by trying to see her naked, nor would he do anything else of that manner. It was who he was. Perhaps an odd conflict of morals since he hardly minded having people killed...but nobody in this galaxy was perfect after all.

Plus it helped that those he had killed were hardly pleasant, though that hardly made it good.

"What do I get?" He asked, leaning against the locker with a slight smile on his lips, trying his best to keep that mock of consideration on his face.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

Glasses were adjusted. Thin-lips pursed. Eyes flashed. Was he being serious or just messing with her? Did his mouth just twitch? Converse-foot tapped lightly as she studied him in silence.

#sternface #dontsmile #dontegghimon #Mmmmeggs

"You're lucky if you didn't get a fist to your face or an elbow to your ribs. But......I'll let you pick which bunk you want. Top or bottom. Deal?"

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

"Does that mean you don't want to fall asleep in my arms?" The words fell from him without control again.

He couldn't help himself.

It was an instant response, almost like he'd fallen back into the character of that proud nobleman...save for a little bit less of a douchebag. After he said it he wanted to take the words right back, and a look crossed his face that was half a mix between panic and trying to save just a little bit of what self respect he had left.

That was getting difficult.

He couldn't help but think that these little comments were just leading to him making a fool of himself in front of her, which in all honesty was the direct opposite of what he wanted. That in it of itself should have told him something. Perhaps it should have been a warning signal that he was in trouble, that she would get him into trouble, or perhaps it was a signal that maybe...just maybe, he was willing to make another exception to that rule about never knowing anyone.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

She gripped a pair of clothes in her hand. Munin #Sawyer would suddenly find them launched at his face. "You're in corrigible." Blue-eyes beneath glass-lenses rolled. Arm extended with a skinny digit pointing at the door.

"Out."

The thing was, that idea didn't sound so bad to her. Not right away. #obvs. Maybe if the ship's heating system broke. #lol But the thought of knowing him more and getting to that point #snuggling, wasn't outside the realm of possibility.

She'd never admit it, though. Not yet.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He smiled slightly, perhaps because he heard the hint of thought in her tone...then again he could have been imagining that.

Munin pulled the clothes from his face and shot her an easy grin, turning around on his heal and heading down the hall. He would respect her wishes, and in truth he was rather curious about what else this ship had to hold. There wasn't much space of course, just a small cargo hold, the ladders to the different gun turrets, and then a separate room that was most likely a cross between a galley and a dining room. The space on the ship was extremely limited, and he wondered how anyone even lived on it.

His own home, or rather the place that he and Huginn tended to stay, was four this this big. There were two bathrooms, one for him and one for Huginn, two bedrooms, the server room, and then of course the work room. There was also a kitchen, though oddly enough they hardly ever used it themselves. Neither he nor Huginn actually knew how to cook, and thus they more often then not used one of their little bird to get them food while working.

It helped that their abode was buried beneath the Little Birds own home of course, hidden away.

With a frown Munin began to head towards the cargo bay, clutching the clothing as he did so. He didn't want to lose the garments and he most certainly didn't want to get them dirty before he even got to try them on.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

The door swooshed closed as soon as he left. The blonde slicer stripped off her dirty and rumpled clothes and tossed them in a corner. Glasses were placed carefully just outside the sanisteam doors. Squinting slightly, she stepped inside the unit. Finding some soap, it didn't take her long to scrub down.

#coldwater!!!!!!

It wasn't anything new to her but it didn't mean she still didn't prefer warm. Probably a method on board to keep crew members from using so much water on long trips - at least enough time for the recycle system to replenish stocks. With chattering teeth, her bony and dripping form stepped from the unit. Fingers fumbled for her glasses and a towel.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

The ship was predictably rather boring.

It seemed that the man who had owned the vessel wasn't any kind of a smuggler or criminal, but instead a standard freight operator. He or she, though far more likely he, had been delivering goods to Coruscant due to the new invasion. Munin stumbled upon those goods and a manifest within the cargo hold. They were electrical devices, new datapads and a few communicators that were to be distributed throughout Coruscant's security force. Nothing fancy, and nothing that was really needed either.

Perhaps that would ease Spark's conscience, if she'd even been feeling bad about stealing the ship anyway.

Munin certainly hadn't.

"Can't win em all." He said as he tossed the datapad onto one of the crates, wandering back through the ship to check on any other systems. He found that two of the turrets were broken, and after that made his way to the small kitchenette at the other side of the ship. It was tiny, cozy some would call it. Munin began to dig through cabinets in search for something to eat.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

All the pants and shirts were way too big for her. She rolled up the bottoms and tightened her own belt around the waistline. The shirt, she knotted in the back. There was nothing she could do about the sleeves, though. They drooped down to nearly her elbows.

#winsomelosesome

Damp, tangled hair fell down her back. She ran a towel through it one last time. Baggy-clothes self finally stepped from the room, the door swishing open. Bare-feet padded down the deck-plating. Didn't take her long to find Munin #Sawyer in the small kitchenette area.

#next

She slid into a bolted down swivel stool. "Find anything good? Anything warm? Like cafe?" Cold hands rubbed together.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

Munin peeked up out of one of the cabinets, smirking slightly as he saw her wearing clothes that were probably two or three sizes too big for her. "That can't be comfortable."

He said flatly.

She half looked like she had simply decided to take a blanket and wrap it around herself in some fashion instead of wearing actual clothes. There was no doubt in his mind that when they landed on Kessel her first priority would be finding clothes that actually fit her.

"Caf?" He looked around one of the cabinets. "Yeah, but it's not very good quality."

Munin was a bit of a connoisseur.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

She snorted. "It's certainly roomy." Arms waved against baggy sleeves before she clutched them back to her sides. "And I don't care. I just want something warm." Teeth chattered in her mouth as a tremble ran through her body.

Fingers rubbed up and down her thighs. #I'mhungry

"Just...a...," chatter-chatter, "heads-uuuuup. The water'ssssss col---d. Fiiiind anything go-od to-oo eat? Orrr any-thing int-eresting on th-the ship?"

How long was their journey again?

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He looked up at her, throwing the caf mix onto the counter so that he could start making her something warm. She was apparently freezing, and the bits of her skin that were showing were completely red, likely from the freezing cold water. Her teeth were chattering and her eyes looked like they were about to pop out of her head. The infochant quickly went to work on the caf machine, pouring in some of the mix and pressing the button for hot water, slipping a cup beneath the nozzle and then stepping towards her.

It was almost instinct.

"Nothing interesting really." Munin said as he moved a bit closer to her still. "Want me to see if I can find some blankets?"

He caught himself as he half reached out to her, realizing what he was doing and quickly stopping before he completely invaded her personal space. The truth was that he hadn't even thought about it, she was cold, he wanted to help...conflict flew across his face.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

Greedy-eyes remained fixed to the caf machine. #MMmmm #needwarmth She found a shoulder was almost leaning toward Munin #Sawyer in anticipation of the warmth he might offer. At the same time she was mortified. #asconflictedashim

She jerked straight up and found her head already nodding.

"Yess. P-lease. A bla-nket. Tha-nks." She offered him a small smile. Slipping free from the stool, she half stumbled but caught herself. Her smaller form went to squeeze past her fellow slicer and toward the caf machine.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

Munin nodded his head, lingering in front of her for just a moment before quickly stepping to her side.

The search was a quick one.

The only room that could really contain any sort of blanket was the same one with the shower and the clothes, though what he found there was no doubt rather disappointing. The single bed that lay there was nearly bare, just a single pillow and a blanket that might as well have been a rag. The thing was barely big enough to cover the entire bed and looked like it had been used only once or twice...ever. The infochant frowned slightly, finding that rather odd.

"I found a blanket." He said as he stepped back into the Galley, unfolding the thin cloth and coming up behind Spark. "I don't think this ship was ever used for long Journeys. Probably just did day runs."

That would explain the disused bed, and also the lack of any real food besides a few snacks and emergency rations. "Here."

He moved up behind her, slowly wrapping Spark in the blanket, his arms slipping about her as he did so.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

The caf was almost done. #thankthestars! She heard him coming. The thin fabric of the blanket slipped around her shaking shoulders. Pale digits gripped the sides tightly around herself, cocooning herself in. "Th-an-ksss," she leaned back against him. #momentarylapseinjudgement #survival

Totally taking full advantage of the body heat he offered.

Blonde-haired head tilted to the side, her cheek pressing into the upper part of one of his arms. Eyes closed. She didn't want to think about anything else. She just wanted warmth. Body trembled against his.

"Hopef-ully we'll ha-ve enough supp-lies to-o ge-et us to Kessel. A-nd I-I promise I'm no-ot usually this mu-uch of a wimp."

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

His hands slowly rubbed up and down over her arms, gently pressing down to give her a little bit more warmth than just standing there would provide. "We should be okay."

Munin said softly.

"There are a few rations on board." The things would taste absolutely disgusting, but they'd have more than enough sustenance to actually make it to Kessel. There was also a water tank on board that would hold for the three days that it would take for them to get to Kessel. He wasn't worried about those aspects of survival, but if the ships heating was broken...they didn't exactly have a lot of options in regards to warmth. Perhaps she could do her little force trick to fix the heating system, but he'd ask about that later. "We'll be okay."

His arms grew just a bit tighter around her, giving her a comforting squeeze.

A smile pulled at his lips when she defended herself. "It's alright, you can keep me warm later."

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

"Hey!" She grinned. Blue-eyes flew open. She tried to tilt her neck to see his face but couldn't quite do it. An elbow went back lightly into his ribs. "It's just the water-heater that's broken. Or maybe there never was one for a ship only designed for day trips. I'm sure you'll be plenty warm on your own."

#mistersmoothguy #notreally

"And I'm glad we have enough food because I'm starving." #alwayshungry Teeth were done chattering. Her trembling was starting to slow, too. The caf machine dinged. The grounds prickled the tip of her freckled nose.

#Mmmmm

But she wasn't quite ready to step out of his arms yet.

"Caf's done," she said quietly. "Don't you need to go clean up?"

Maybe she was trying to find an excuse for him to let go.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

His hands came to a rest on her arms, stopping slowly as he looked over towards the caf machine. The air began to smell of insta-caf, which all things considered wasn't even smelling too bad a this point. They had been on the run for a little over two days, and in that time they hadn't had a decent meal or a time to really rest and relax. Even in the orphanage they had been stressed for time, not to mention the worry about being found and the memories that had crept back up for Munin.

Now...now at the very least they could sit back and be comfortable for a time.

"I dunno." He said, arms still lingering around her. "I kind of like it right here."

Munin decided to be honest, and why not? There was no need to lie...and he'd already kissed her. There was no denying that he had interest in her, more than a shallow infatuation too, otherwise he wouldn't have wanted to know her name.

That counted for something, at least in his mind. "Unless you want me to..."

Munin said slowly.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

She was quiet for a time, her back leaning against him. Damp-haired head shifted against neck, shoulder, arm? The chill hadn't quite left her entirely yet. "No. I mean. I don't know. I'm still trying to figure things out. It's hard for me...," voice trailed off.

Speckled-gaze focused on the steaming cup of caf. #insta

"The last guy I was with betrayed my trust. It just takes me awhile to trust someone. Does that make sense?"

The last dude was a cheating nerf herder. Still, he made her a ship, so it wasn't an all out loss. #lolol #blingbling. Still, she didn't move away from Munin's embrace. Eventually, maybe, she'd warm up like that cup of caf. But it would take time. It always would with her. It was better that he knew that now. Sawyer could decide if he wanted to invest. Or not.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

Well she was already more experienced then him. Munin had never really actually been with anyone, not in the meaningful sense of the word. There had been passing fancies of course, girls at the orphanages, some of the Little Birds he and Huginn employed. Girls that had struck a cord with him in a more...physical way.

Yet this was different then that. He wasn't mad enough to say that he was in love with Spark, that would be insane. He hardly knew her, but she was incredibly interesting. It was enough to ignite a deep curiosity in him, enough to make him want to speak more to her, learn about her, hold her...kiss her.

He frowned for a moment. "I..."

Munin found that words were difficult at times likes this. When you couldn't hide behind a sense of false security.

"I have no name." He said quietly. "I'm not an evil man, but i'm no saint either. My work takes me everywhere and i committ crimes on a daily basis. I've had people killed...never good or innocent people...people that dealt in the underworld, criminals, others like me who would've done the same."

What was he doing? "I'm by no means perfect...but...I want to know you. Learn about you, hear you talk, hold you like this...ki-"

Munin cut himself off.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

She blushed. It wasn't because he was holding her, though. It was his words - that he wanted to get to know her. She spun in his arms. Fingers still clutched the edges of the thin blanket tightly to herself. Chin tilted to get a better look at his face. Blue-eyes panned up to meet his.

"You like thin, chapped lips, hun?" She cracked a small smile before her face turned serious.

"Just tell me. Be honest with me. Do you work for the sith? And if you have in the past - would you continue in the future?"

If he did, she couldn't do it. She'd never be able to truly trust him. Better know now.

#ripoffthebandaid