KINK MEME 3.0

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Same rules as last time and the time before.

post a request anonymously with the pairing of your choice and a prompt/kink/what have you, fill requests that catch your eye!

- one request per comment!
- if you make a request, please try and fill one too!
- have fun!
- chat is full of terrible people!

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[(Anonymous)]

Thom only raises his eyebrows when he sees her at his door, loose pants and a tank-top, short hair bed-messy like she just woke up. The sour look on her face says it all, really. This early, huh, he wants to say, and bites that back, simply opening the door up, scratching at his stomach absently.

“Feel like sorting through all this mess?”

He motions to a mess of cables and wires he’s been idly working with -- UNSC tech, salvaged from the charred, broken remains of a ship they’d found in the Junkyard, thankfully quickly buried not long after they’d salvaged what they could. They didn’t need any more bitter reminders of things lost, really.

But, there’s the hope that they can get some of it working- drives, any mechanical aspects, to get a signal out, or work on using it in conjunction with the tech here, to try and find a way out of here.

By the time Thom’s sitting back down again, Kat’s already there, pushing aside a small pile of shrapnel, using needle-nose pliers to pick things out here and there, the two of them working in decently companionable silence.

“Carter on rounds?” Thom finally asks, fiddling with a large piece of metal, skimming it for any noticeable defects, putting it off to the side when it’s done. The LC looks too tense for her own good, though, giving him a sideways look that answers his question just like that, leaving him holding up his hands, palm-up, shrugging. It’s not the first time she’s come in, in the morning, frustrated and thin-lipped, but it’s productive all the same. He genuinely enjoys spending time with her, even with (maybe it’s especially with, honestly) the inane things like working on a pile of scraps, salvaging what they can.

“Since an hour ago.” Kat eyes him a moment, then the pile of scrap in her lap, before it gets deposited up and away, and she stands, dusting herself off. “Do you feel up to exercise?”

The way Thom’s face lights up is all the answer she needs-- he’s been just as bored here, at times, as she has- sparring will at least get rid of some of the tension and burn some time. “Ready when you are,” he offers as cheerfully as he dares, squeezing her shoulder once as they head out.