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i have to wait until tonight to see you in that dress?

[HAVE A NICE SIGNIFICANT PAUSE]

i never said thaaaaaaaaat

[mercy]

oh?

come pick me up!!

where are you?

ummm let me get the name of the store and the directions.

[ASSUME THOSE FOLLOW HERE.]

all right i'll be there in a few minutes

[He is gonna break some space speed limits. Assuming those exist.]

[DON'T GET ARRESTED AND MISS HER SHOW!!

No but seriously she's not hard to spot, she's waiting out front with a nice big dress bag over one arm.]

[Yeah, okay, Suzie, you are going to smother under the weight of that bag. He makes his way up to the entrance and scoops it out of her arms, draping it over his own.]

Have a good time?

I did! Oh, it's so nice here, it's not all frozen-over and barren like the last place we stopped! It's a real city, Caesar, it's so big and there's so much to look at — and the clothes, all the clothes they have are so glamorous!

[Read: this is paradise. And since her arms are now conveniently free of the weight of her bag, she wastes no time in linking them around one of Caesar's near the elbow, instead.]

Everything's expensive, though, and they wouldn't take any of the money in my account like usual, on credit...it was lucky I had enough in hard chips for a dress, but besides that, what I have left won't go very far, so I'm really glad I got the job when I did...

[Oh. Hi, there. He leans down to kiss the crown of her head.]

It's very annoying, isn't it. I got a couple of jobs, but I'm not sure either of them will last very long.

Tell me where your job is from here? So I know where to go tonight.

It's the one down this way!

[She frees one hand long enough to point, then wraps it back around his arm and leans on him again.]

I picked it because it's easy to find, there's a big lit-up diamond on the sign.

[God, she's cute. She's so cute he barely glances up to see where she's pointing.]

Mmm. I definitely won't get lost, then.

Do you want me to take you back to the fleet for now?

Mmm, I think it's up to you. We could go back to the fleet, but I think there's a dressing room at the club too...

[She glances up, batting her eyelashes at him.]

You were right that it looks good with my hair, by the waaaaay...

[Oh. Well, then. He doesn't really have any hands free, but that doesn't mean he can't lean down and catch her in a kiss. He has honestly been very patient but he is only human and she is So Cute.]

I know I'm right.

[Whoops. And there's another one. Again: only human.]

[Mmm, mmm. Such kisses, such delight. It's hard not to giggle in the spaces between them, but she's good and doesn't disrupt the kisses themselves when they catch her and draw her in.]

You have good taste.

So do you.

[Focus, Caesar.]

I want to see it on you. And I want to see your work, too. Can we do that?

Mmhmm! That's perfect, it's just down here a little way like I said.

[She gives his arm a tug, just for emphasis.]

But tell me about your jobs! What jobs did you get, is it okay that you're taking time off for this?

[Oh, well. If she's going to tug him, obviously he's going to follow, making sure to keep his pace slow enough that she doesn't get left behind.]

The one doesn't start until tomorrow night, the other I already did today. I'm a . . . they called it a bouncer? I stay at the door, make sure no one gets in who shouldn't. The other one, there's a fighting ring. That's the one I already did today.

[. . . He does not look like he lost a fight today.]

Oh, I know those! I met the one at this club, I'm supposed to know who he is so I can point people out if they get rowdy.

[But delayed though it might be, the mention of the fighting ring does get a reaction, and it's a reaction that comes in the form of slowing down just enough to reach up and touch his face for the sake of fussing over him a little.]

Caesar, you were fighting?

Hmm?

[He slows down with her automatically, blinking down at her in surprise. Is she . . . worried?]

. . . I was. But I won. I always win.

...I know you do.

[She does. And she turns a soft smile on him to punctuate it, her thoughts blessedly free of any notions to the contrary. He does, it's as matter-of-fact as anything else; the sun is warm, the grass is green, Caesar always wins in a fight. But still.]

But I wouldn't be your best girl if I didn't still worry a little anyway, would I?

Mmm. No, you wouldn't. You worry about me when I forget to, isn't that right?

[It makes him feel strangely secure. Even when he's reckless, she'll be there to pull him in, won't she.]

I won't get hurt. I don't need the money or the fight that badly.

All right. You've said it, so I know it's a promise.

[And let her just get up on her very tips of her tiptoes — come here, you, it's her turn to have a kiss for you.]

Which is good, because I'd be sad if you hurt your face and then I couldn't kiss you.

[Oh no, she's so little. He keeps being reminded about how little she is and he's never ready for it.]

I don't want you to be sad . . . but you're going to spoil me with all these kisses.

[Which is not to say he is not thrilled about this one. He'd rather linger with it, with her, than make any forward progress, really.]

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