my_belfry_of_fun | Shenanigans with Dragon!

"Not a thing? Then why did you start becoming awkward after that, hmm?" She wasn't going to let him get away with that!

Head hanging, there was a resigned groan. Of course, it meant his head also was against her shoulder now. Where if he turned his head, he could feel the strands of her hair against his cheek, his nose barely brushing her neck.

"I meant that I did not think any the less of you, for being carried. My exact thoughts were pretty much a moment of satisfaction at breaking that hold, then panic, then relief, then realizing you weren't happy and I wasn't sure why. I figured it was the close-ness as well as being carried."

She could feel him breath, from where her arms were around him too, before Trunks straightened up again. Letting one arm fall from around her shoulder, to join his other around her waist. "I know how much pride you have, in yourself as a soldier and fighter. Whether Driver or not, you still carry yourself like you're in charge." One half of his mouth quirked up.

"So, the awkward was me trying hard to not get close and make you uncomfortable. Because I do enjoy sparring with you, and I would like to keep doing so."

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What an explanation! She leaned back to smile at him, amused. "You're always so sincere. I think that day was the first time I heard you actually having any attitude towards anyone. I must admit I do like that."

One couldn't always be nice and perfectly polite, after all.

Oh yes-that half of his mouth quirking up was definitely a slight little smirk. "I've been known to throw attitude around. My parents are much, much worse."

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"Hard to imagine, considering your usual behavior. But that isn't a complaint." His professionalism and general decency made him unusually easy and pleasant to work with, after all.

"I was an only child and kind of isolated while growing up. It takes me a while to get used to people and open up." That slight smirk remained, even if his head ducked a bit shyly. "That was the first system you have been in battle with me, in a way, to actually see me let out attitude."

"Which is why it was such a surprise. A welcome one, though. I appreciated it." Even if it had been a little at her expense. But she knew she was trying to catch up.

"As much as I did, kinda, enjoy George's flying broomstick death-trap game" Trunks was amused. "I did enjoy sparring with you. At least until it got awkward." One hand coming up to brush her cheek softly for a moment, shyly. "I don't have a lot of people I can spar against or train with anymore, back home."

Oh, honestly. She smiled and kept herself from rolling her eyes, however fondly. "Well, it is certainly less likely to become awkward again, and I still need a great deal of practice with these weapons. So you may very well have the opportunity again."

"Yes Ma'am." A hint of mirth in his own eyes, hand coming up to salute her while he chuckled. "Where and how did you find them?"

"Station armory. Shall I take you there?" Walking with him to an intended purpose together... would be pleasant.

"Please do. I'm not as good as my mother, but I might be able to help improve them." His face lit up in excitement. "I hadn't even thought about checking the station armory."

Also letting his hand drop once more to join it's twin around her waist. He still wanted out of this closet (and words with George), but this was very very very nice. Trunks was pleasantly surprised by how at ease Morag was making him feel with this.

She glanced down as his land lowered, then looked back up at him with a smirk as she rested her wrist on his shoulder, opposite its twin. "We aren't walking anywhere like this, you know."

"R-right..." He felt like an idiot for forgetting. Especially since he'd been the one originally to bring it up. "I can't imagine he hasn't done something to it, but try the door?" She was closer after all, and there wasn't much room in the space.

"Oh. Were you wanting to walk somewhere now, then?" She didn't move a muscle, merely looking into his eyes with warm humor.

Damnit, he was blushing again wasn't he; at least he was keeping his mouth shut. Until he could form a full sentence. "As much as I am enjoying this, I would like to be able to honestly say we did try and get out of here before he lets us out."

"Fair enough." Nodding, she stepped back, letting her hands fall to her sides as she turned in the narrow constraints of the storage room. Then she reared back without warning and slammed her boot into the door right next to the latch.

Honestly he was impressed that she'd managed to get a good and powerful kick out of such a short range. "Nice form." Meant as a compliment, although the potential innuendo hit his brain a moment later.

Too bad the door didn't budge, although there was some rattling in the closet.

"Seems as if it's still sealed." She didn't feel the slightest bit of yield, which meant a force more than physical was keeping the portal closed.

"That was definitely a solid kick, too." Trunks was more talking to himself, analyzing the situation. "Let me try, if only so I can assess for myself?" Because he wanted the information, not because he didn't believe in her.

Of course, this meant they needed to find a way to shift around in the small space.

Luckily they'd had that talk, or else her squeezing up against him to try to slip around him would be very awkward indeed. Instead... she took her time about it.

Oh it was still awkward--but a pleasant kind of awkward now. Along with a hint of his own fire as she'd seen evidence of, as his arm snaked around her waist again and his head ducked. Leaning in for a quick kiss as they shuffled so that he could get a better look at things.

Trunks examined around the doorframe too, and was frustrated that they were on a space-ship now. Because it was not like most doors, and so there wouldn't be any taking it apart the usual way. Scowling a bit to himself and a half-step back for a bit more space, before Trunks lashed out with his own kick. A high one and a hard one, and it made things shake but didn't cause any sort of yield otherwise.

"I'm absolutely shocked you didn't have more success," she said from behind him. Hopefully he was prepared for more teasing on the whole now that things had changed, because he was certainly going to get it.

"If I wanted to actually break the ship, I'd have been out of here shortly after he shoved me in." Trunks didn't bother to hide the attitude at the tease. "I tried, and it seemed like the room, and thus the ship, would be damaged before the ropes would."

Arms crossed, and he was glaring at the door.

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