Ragnar: No, I didn't mean help! I just meant, in general. *He smiles at her.* *** Sanguine: 'Cause you're a sexy and comfortable chair that I love? *He kisses her.*
Ragnar: Mm'hmm.... Ell? I know we proved you won the dessert title, but... can you cook anything else? *** Sanguine: I'll get variety later. *He puts them on and sits down... on her lap.*
*Ragnar comes out in a white shirt and shorts.* Ragnar: Hey, beautiful. *He wraps his arms around her and kisses her neck from behind.* *** Sanguine: Yup... *He gets some jeans and a sweater,*
*Ragnar turns on his stomach and looks at Ellvat.* Ragnar: Are you feeling alright? *** Sanguine: Oooh, that's nice, and that, and that... *He's upside down in a chair, reading the Hobbit. He is obviously zoned out and just complimenting her.*
*Ragnar taps his chin.* Ragnar: Hmm... What do you want Ellie? *** Sanguine: Do you feel better? Not so sore? *He tilts his head, sitting on the toilet after drying off himself.*
Ragnar: Hmm... anyone hungry? *** Kuntel: So... we're being recalled? *** *Sanguine gets out of the shower and grabs a towel for both of them.* Sanguine: That was nice... *He smiles at her.* Sanguine: Why didn't we think of this before?
Ragnar: Probably doing something with her waifu. *He pulls Ashley into the cuddle session he and Ellvat had going.* *** Numberman: Thank you. I became fond of it.
Numberman: Currently, the wisdom of my decision is not apparent to me. *** Ragnar: Totally... hey! Ashley, maybe you could pull some strings with your sister?
Numberman: I tried it after the calculations of the probability of it harming us completed. *He tilts his head.* Numberman: It was a fifty percent chance in favour. *** Ragnar: I kinda plan on not using the couch ever again. Though, now that we're a family... maybe we can request a move to some bigger quarters? Maybe one…
Numberman: Hello Roll. Apparently, the gift.exe file allows you to become human. *He... smiles?* *** *Sanguine enjoys the feeling for a moment.* Sanguine: I'm gonna make sure you get squeaky clean! *He takes her to the shower.* *** Ragnar: Ask for one? *He is resting his head on Ellvat.*
Sanguine: I will do my best efforts to please. Maybe even make that 'other part' not so sore. *He smiles and picks her up.* *** Numberman: Console. Correct. *He walks over to one... and stands in front of it. He blinks.* Numberman: How do I work a console? *** Ragnar: Wanna vaporize it? *He smiles hopefully.*
Sanguine: Oh... it's been sated today. I think I can keep it under control. *He smiles and kisses her.* Sanguine: I just want to make you feel better right now. *** Numberman: Perhaps. How do I interact with the other Navis? I do not have access to cyberspace... do I? *** Ragnar: What is that,…
OOC: I hope you don't mind that I took him Rattler!:D Numberman: Thank you. *He takes it and eats it systematically.* *** Sanguine: So, about that shower... Alone or together?
*Numberman puts them on, not caring that some Engineers might be looking.* Numberman: Hmm... my programmed sensation algorithims came pretty close to this. I- *His stomach grumbles.* Numberman: -require sustenance, apparently. *** Sanguine: Sorry! *He leans down and kisses her.* Sanguine: Did I make it better?
*The figure looks around.* Numberman: My... predictions were incorrect. Not enough information given, then. *He looks at Quinn and coughs.* Numberman: May I have... clothes? *** Sanguine: Huh... well, we should at least take a shower. *He stands up... and nearly smacks her with something.*
Sanguine: We should take showers. Is it almost dinner time? *He rolls a bit on the ground, looking around for a clock.* *** *Suddenly, a Q-flash happens in Engineering.* Figure: ACH! *A skinny, naked, 18 year old male appears and crashes to the ground. He has glasses, and long spiky brown hair.*