"One, fuck you Sarge." Cassie said, making a face at him. "And two, gods, wha's your problem with nail polish? Y'know, I got my cellmate t' let me paint his nails once. Granted, he was asleep an' immediately stabbed me when he woke up, but tha's not the point."
"I think that's the exact point." They made their way into Big Al's hanger (like an airport hanger, but way taller.). He looked like shit. His wifi router was dent in about 20 different places, and he was covered in nicks and cuts that were wider that Duncan's shoulders.
"Poor fella," he said, shaking his head and resting an arm on Cassie's shoulder.
She crossed her arms under her chest, pulling a face as she studied the damage to Big Al. "Shit. We're assholes. Shreddin' 'im like tha'." Should have been faster. Should have gotten up quicker, should have pulled the spike off sooner, should have gone for the throat first thing, you could have gotten both you and Duncan killed-
"He can't feel any of it. Besides, he punishes us for it," he said, giving her a pat on the head. "He'll be fine, doll."
(I'mma have him call her doll all the time)
((Adorable, I love it.))
She made a face up at him, pulled out of her thoughts. "Watch the hair, dude. D'you know how much work it takes t' look this good?" A whole ten minutes, because she didn't actually put that much time into it. "And I guess you got a point there."
"Physical training don't start in an hour. Seems we got some free time," he said, looking down at her with raised eyebrows. "Whatcha want to do?"
"Do my nails, obviously. Look a' this. The paint's chippin!" She complained, lifting a hand to show him the bright blue color on her nails, that was in fact chipping. "Unless ya got somethin' planned, in which case I could prolly wait till tonight."
"I don't, which is why I was asking you." He rolled his eyes about her nails. "For a tomgirl, you sure care a lot about how you look."
"I'm a multi-faceted bein', not a stereotype, ya know." She pointed out jokingly, elbowing him gently. "Fine then. How 'bout fresh air that don' come with almost dyin'?"
"Well, let's go for a walk then," he said, reverting his center of balance back to his own feet and batting her elbow away.
She slipped out from under his arm before he had shifted his balance, sticking her tongue out at him. "Fuck yeah. Walks are the shit. What are ya waitin' for old man?"
"A Kaiju to kill me," he said, following her out of the hanger and on to the runway. The military base was a converted airport, just so the military wouldn't have to make the hangers. "Should be coming up any moment now….."
(Woop?)
“Told ya, you ain’t allowed to die yet. ‘Sides, the gods better give us a fuckin’ break.” She said, turning a glare up at the sky as though threatening her Gods.
"'Gods'?" He asked raising an eyebrow. "Didn't know you were a pagan."
“Hellenic, actually.” She corrected, looking back down at him and fussing with her hair. “I was raised on the pantheon and minor gods. Used to save bits of my meals in prison as offerings to the gods, hoping for a break.”
"And then you got stuck with me. Probably shook your faith a bit, huh?" he asked, shoving his hands in his pockets with a smile.
“Eh, the gods’ve Thrown worse at me.” She said with a laugh, waving him off. “Far as I see it, this is better than prison, so I’m good.”
"I'm happy to know that being around me is better than prison," he said, patting her head absentmindedly.
"I told ya t' watch the hair." She complained, ducking out from underneath his hand. "And i's only I lil' better, so don' go gettin' a big head."
A sudden explosion rocked the entire facility, sending Duncan and Cassie to the ground. Duncan looked up and let out a string of curse words so vile it was hard to put into text. A Kaiju towered over the complex, raising one giant fist up and smashed it down into the mess hall. It let out an ear-splitting roar sat seemed to strike their bodies like an actual blow.
"Fuck!" Duncan shouted over the noise. "We need to get to Al. Now."
