Musebox

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Some meme'ing, some PSL'ing, all shenanigans. Parental Guidance suggested with language and content warnings.

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"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."

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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."

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"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?"

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

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"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.

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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."

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"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.

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

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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."

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"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.

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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.

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"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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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