[identity profile] cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com 2010-12-04 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
Tucker and Shepard, 42. DO IT.

Also Toothless and Dug, 33.

[identity profile] has-a-hardline.livejournal.com 2010-12-04 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
Tucker and Shepard. Always - Erasure

They had been unpacking some stolen goods into their new base when Tucker said she was taking a break and promptly disappeared. Shepard shrugged, put the blame on the other woman's general laziness and decided to find her if she didn't come back in five minutes with some water for the both of them. It had now been more than five minutes and she hadn't seen Tucker at all.

Shepard frowned and walked towards the door she saw Tucker leave out of, following the faint sound of music.

Aaaaalways I wanna be with you, and make believe with you~
And live in harmony, harmony~
Oh love~


She found Tucker sitting on an empty crate, staring intensely at the holo-screen and tapping and swiping her fingertips across it.

"What are you doing?" She asked, slowly raising an eyebrow. Tucker promptly looked up, flailed around and stared at her with wide eyes.

"Holy fuck! Where did you even come from?" An explosion sounded in the background and Tucker looked back at the screen and cursed.

Shepard offered a dull stare in return. "We were supposed to be unpacking."

"Yeah yeah, I know. But I found this really fucking old game in the database of this place and it was kinda fun. So yeah..." She grabbed the edges of her screen and turned it towards the Commander. "Wanna try it?"

Shepard looked at the overwhelmingly purple screen before staring back at Tucker, chuckling a bit. "This doesn't seem like the kind of thing you'd play."

"Yeah? Well, it grew on me. Tap to jump, tap twice to double jump and swipe the screen to dash," Tucker shoved the screen closer to her and moved around to her side, tapping the screen before Shepard could protest. She grinned, "Better hurry up or you're going to lose."

Shepard never lost.

They got no unpacking done for the rest of that day.





[identity profile] ysonightfurious.livejournal.com 2010-12-04 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
FFFFF <333

What is this I don't even

[identity profile] ysonightfurious.livejournal.com 2010-12-04 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
Toothless and Dug. School Uniforms - The Wombats.

They had found a stash of people clothes in a building labeled S-C-H-O-O-L, a place neither of them had ever went into before. They were strange clothes, orderly and trim. They smelt starchy and felt too stiff to Toothless. Dug simply stood there tongue out and tail wagging.

"These are clothes for small people. Small people give the best headpetting. Maybe there are some small people here."

Subtitles flashed and a helpful Microsoft Sam-esque voice accompanied it.

"I like getting things. My master wanted to me find a bird and get it for him. Maybe your friend wants to get things. You should get him things."

The bracelet translated it all into Dragonese for Toothless and he tilted his head in thought. Hiccup had those leg cover things, and a two cover things for his top parts and an armored cover for his headparts, even if he didn't wear it. But he didn't have one of those swishy things Astrid had and they had those here.

Toothless stared at Dug, then bounded over several racks of pants and shirts, knocking them to the floor on his way to a rack of dark green pleated skirts. He stared at them for a while before snatching one off it's hanger and turning back to Dug.

""

Dug was too busy trying to find his way out of an extra large blouse to answer his question.

"I will beat you white shirt thing. Because you are a shirt and I am a dog."

And then I reply with opposite accounts

[identity profile] has-a-hardline.livejournal.com 2010-12-04 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
:3 :3 :3