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[cactusy]

[If I don't have an active post up, feel free to use this post to have your character call, videochat, text, or knock on Shaw's door.]

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[themostfun]

Sweaty, sore, and achy.

[ It hasn't even been twenty-four hours since she and Rosita threw hands, but the show must go on. ]

I'm sure we can help each other relax, though. We have all night.

[cactusy]

Oh, yeah? You angling for something?

[themostfun]

Just to make sure you're all soothed and relaxed after a busy day.

[ Yes. She is angling. :) ]

[cactusy]

Yeah, busy 'cause someone's been causing trouble.

[They get to the stairwell area, and Shaw hesitates.]

Too sore for the stairs?

[The elevator's right here too, after all, and she knows that some people don't take any excuse possible to do a little cardio (though those people are lame).]

[themostfun]

[ Root pouts, thoroughly unashamed about what she did, and having learned exactly nothing from it. ]

No. I can always do stairs after dancing.

[ The parkour means she's a little bit more sore in the legs than usual, but not that much more. ]

It's only one flight. [ She says as she starts down the stairs. ]

[cactusy]

"Chose stairs over making out in the elevator--"

[Shaw murmurs under her breath, miming writing on her hand as she tromps down after Root.]

I'm taking notes to add to your ledger page.

[themostfun]

[ Oh yeah? Once she's a step or two below Shaw, Root turns around, slides a hand on the back of Shaw's neck, and draws her down for a hard kiss. ]

[cactusy]

[Two really is the perfect number of steps to put them at the same height, because Root is a goddamn giraffe. This is also an acceptable response, and possibly the one Shaw was angling for. She grabs Root by the face, teeth finding her bottom lip and biting almost, but not quite, hard enough to draw blood.]

[themostfun]

[ Nah babe you're just compact and adorable :D

It's a damn good kiss, except for how the bruising and scratches on Root's face (skillfully hidden by makeup, thank you very much) flare up, and she winces even as her fingers curl into the hair at the back of Shaw's neck. ]

[cactusy]

[With the two of them being The Way That They Are^TM, Shaw is intimately familiar with the difference between good winces and bad winces, and she thinks that might have been a bad wince. Making a questioning sound in the back of her throat, she pulls back slightly, studying Root's expression.]

[themostfun]

[ It was a bad wince, plain sad day in the way Root frowns and sucks in a quick breath when they pull apart. There's no hiding it, and Root knows that, so she just goes with it, smiling through the pain. ]

[cactusy]

[Root, what.]

Seriously, are you, like, hurt hurt? Do I need to get you to the infirmary or Gaius?

[themostfun]

Well. I did get into a knock-down, drag-out fight last night.

[ And boy does she look proud of herself as she puts on an innocent grin. ]

It's not bad enough for that. I wouldn't have performed if it were.

[ She tugs on Shaw's sleeve. Let's go! ]

[cactusy]

You definitely would have, just like I would have.

[Not performed acrobatics on stage, of course, but done whatever the hell she wanted or needed to do, not letting injury hold her back.

But. Okay. She'll follow Root down the stairs again, her gaze focused on Root's back.]

[themostfun]

[ ...you can't just call her out like that! So Root ignores that and leads the way back into their cabin, their little, accurately-sized haven on this strange ship. ]

We'll just have to be less... enthusiastic than usual, that's all. It's not like anything's broken.

[cactusy]

[Root leads the way back into their accurately-sized haven, at which point Jet promptly bodyslams them out of nowhere.]

Jet, af.

[Shaw commands sharply, and he sits like a good boy, tail swishing wildly along the floor.

Bear, at least, is more sedate. Good god.]

[themostfun]

[ No, Jet... be gentle... Once he's settled down a little, he gets some quality pets, as does Bear. ]

Time for some fresh water, boys!

[ And then she can shower and change into something loose and sleep-worthy. ]

[cactusy]

[Sure, okay, Root; you go refill their water bowl. Shaw is just going to trail after you, trying to tug your shirt up and over your head. Multitasking!]

[themostfun]

[ It's easy enough to let Shaw pull it off of her when she's crouching, arms up after setting down the freshly filled bowls. Root has to grab the counter as she stands, but stand she does, turning to face Shaw in only her bra for a top now, bumps and bruises from all that tumbling and brawling last night on full display. The worst-looking ones are on her shoulders and the sides of her torso. Well-- and her face. Those are the worst by far, but-- ]

I need to wash my face. I bet it's looking festive under the makeup.

[cactusy]

It's way less hot when it's not my fault.

[Shaw comments - sliding her hands carefully up Root's bare sides, cataloguing as she goes.]

How's the pain?

[themostfun]

[ Root starts to shuffle to the bathroom, careful not to disturb Shaw's hands. ]

It's not hot at all even it's not your work. Fun, but not hot.

[cactusy]

Sounds like an experience not to repeat, then, huh.

[Shaw says - shedding her own shirt along the way, and holding onto both it and Root's so that she can toss them into the hamper.]

[themostfun]

It was still fun.

[ She fully intends to repeat the experience if necessary.

But right now, Root washes her face, patting it dry when done, and facing Shaw for inspection because this is clearly what's happening now. The hours have darkened the bruises and the scratched red skin on her cheek. And as Shaw does her thing, Root does hers and checks out shirtless Shaw because her wife is so beautiful, wow. ]

[cactusy]

[Root's beautiful wife is on a mission, which happily distracts her from the indisputable fact that the Barge is a floating mess of impossibility that might not even be real.]

You've been putting disinfectant on these?

[Shaw asks, leaning in to peer at one of the scratches as she simultaneously reaches back to unhook Root's bra.]

You should have put bandages on these, not slathered them with makeup.

[themostfun]

I used liquid bandages, [ Root protests as she pulls the straps down off her shoulders. ] I'm not that vain.

[ Should she still not have done it? Probably. Too late now, though! All she can do now is grab the closest hair tie and pull back her hair into a messy bun. ]