Shenanigans!

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[ He has no idea why he suddenly feels so defensive, but he suuuure does, and he stares at a point on the bulkhead. ]

Look, if you don't want my help, I can just head back out. I'd probably get in your way anyway, right?

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Whoa. Wow. Where did that come from?

[ She sighs, her tone and her facial expression softening ] You don't feel... I don't know, obligated to do this, do you? Because I really don't mind it.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ At her surprise, he looks sheepish and offers a quick, "Sorry." ]

It's mostly my mess, man. I really oughta be the one cleaning it up, so-- obligated in that way, yeah.

[phaselocknroll]

Hey, come on. Did I look put-out to be doing the cleaning a moment ago?

[ She offers him a small smile, but she's unable to stop the hint of color that rises to her cheeks again ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ At that, he totally grins. ]

Yeah, about that. I thought you said you weren't a dancer?

[phaselocknroll]

I think you might want to get checked, because I'm pretty sure I caught that from you.

[nostalgiabomb]

Whoops. Guess I should've mentioned when we first started dating? It's highly contagious.

[phaselocknroll]

Look at what you've done to me Peter. I trusted you, and now here I am, dancing in the galley.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Somehow, the grin becomes even wider. ]

And singing.

Can't forget the singing.

[phaselocknroll]

Can you at least try to forget the singing?

[nostalgiabomb]

Why would I ever try to forget that? It was precious as hell.

[phaselocknroll]

It was not.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Because Peter is secretly five-years-old, ] It was too.

[phaselocknroll]

I was gonna invite you to come dance with me, but if you're going to keep bringing up my singing, then maybe I won't.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Puppy-dog eyes are go. ]

But I like your singing and your dancing.

[phaselocknroll]

Don't give me that look.

[ Must... resist... ]

[nostalgiabomb]

What are you talking about? This is how I normally look.

[ Totally still doing it. ]

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[ she tries valiantly to fix him with the most unimpressed look she can muster, but in the end, she crumbles under the puppy dog eyes ]

Fine. Come here.

But shoes and socks off first. I did just mop.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Yesssss, go 80% success rate. He grins as he kicks off his boots and socks, as directed, and walks over, avoiding the spots he can tell are still wet. ]

What're we dancin' to?

[phaselocknroll]

[ IMAGINE DRAGONS ]

Hm. I don't know. What are you in the mood for?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ runs weeping off into the night ]

Something you know all the words to. [ And he's still wearing a cheeky sort of grin. ]

[phaselocknroll]

You really want me to sing.

[ it's not really a question, but she sure sounds disbelieving anyway ]

[nostalgiabomb]

I like your voice. [ He says it plainly, no joking or irony or anything. ]

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[ She wasn't sure he had any other ways to make her blush, but there she goes- bright red in an instant. ]

You uh. You know what they say about Sirens and singing.

[ She's not sure where she's going with that, really. Maybe as a last-ditch lame excuse. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He shrugs. ] I may have heard that rumor.

[ Stepping closer, he gives her a reassuring smile. ] We can just dance, if you want. 'Sides, I'm, like, eighty percent sure I'm a better partner than a mop.