Pete Wisdom is saving the world...from itself. (mister_wisdom) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-07-20 15:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, neena thurman (domino), pete wisdom |
"We could have steaks afterwards. A steak barbeque."
Who: Domino, Pete Wisdom
What: Talking about things involving dresses and rings.
When: Actually took place (and was rp'd) right after the Thailand log, which was rp'd on like...saturday/sunday night iirc? Simply needed written out since it was in script format, and that took me forever due to my narcolepsy and stuff around the house, so it's my bad it's so late. Sorry! I am teh suck. :|
Where: Thailand.
Rating: PG13, language. No pewpews, but there is conversational mention of target practice, found within. So there's fair warning if anyone's sensitive about that stuff right now due to current events. :/
Status: Complete!
After the entire Thailand A-Team adventure, Pete had somehow managed NOT to puke his guts out during the chopper ride back to Bangkok. It was by some miracle, because he still looked to be a mild shade of mint green, but the worst was over and he knew it. Once they were back at the hotel and the day’s work was done - including sorting out how soon a departure flight was - he took a very, very hot shower. A shower in which he spent the vast majority of the time huffing the soap, in order to get any and all residual traces of burn smells out of his nose.
Finally finished, he emerged out of the bathroom wearing a fluffy white hotel bathrobe and promptly flop sat on the bed. Or, more precisely, his butt met the bed and he sat for a second, before flopping onto his back. He even acted dainty when he made sure his robe was kept closed, making sure to keep it held together with plucky fingertips so she didn’t get a show. The scruffy British tease.
The other bed had become a packing staging area. Dom had all the luggage out on it, and most of their things were piled in various stacks while she started packing them back up in preparation for their flight that evening.
He tilted his head up to look at her for a moment, watching her sort and pack things, with the same attention she paid to cleaning guns and...just about every other task she set her mind to.
"We've still got a few hours b'fore we have t'go," he finally pointed out.
She shrugged a shoulder, paying more attention to the packing than to him, "I like being prepared."
In response, he pressed his lips together and fell silent. It appeared he was staring off at nothing in particular, momentarily lost in deep thoughts.
She looked over at him, still a bit worried from earlier, "You should rest, anyway, with those hours."
"I think I just want t'go home. That's all. I'll feel better there." His entire face quirked up, and he gave her an apologetic kicked puppy stare as he looked over at her again. "...so much for putting on a brave face, eh?" He added in a softer tone of voice, because he did appreciate what she did for him, "Cheers for knowing an' trying t'help."
"You fail at brave faces in front of me just like my usual armor doesn't even deflect you anymore," Dom observed while folding some laundry, "You're welcome, though. I mean, I was just trying to help ... it's hard when we have to do this in front of other people."
"If it was our own group, different story. That's true. Even with Wilson, we know him...so it wasn't such a major ordeal or the likes. You did help."
She nodded her head in agreement, then blinked up at him, "...That’s a relief."
"You always help," he said, still on his back, head tilted so he could look up at her. "If you hadn't been around, then...I probably wouldn't be 'ere right now, or I'd be worse off than I was."
"I remembered the one time, where you kept sniffing at my neck," her tone was warm with fondness, despite the fact that that day had not been under the best of circumstances. She’d changed out of her suit when they’d gotten back, and now started folding it up carefully for travel.
"...ah, you know me too well. M'going t'have to destroy you," joked Pete, with a fond expression on his face.
"How will you go about doing that, I wonder? I apparently survive damn near everything," she snarked, while tossing her heels into a bag. Mentally, she corrected herself. Except a Sentinel blast.
"I dunno...screw you t'death?" The most he could do to punctuate that statement, was offer up a mini-shrug.
She smirked a bit, "That would take a long time."
"I'll have t'cash in on me vacation time, I s'pose." He adopted a light and airy brit voice, "...yay, m'taking a holiday t'shag you t'death..."
"I wasn't aware we needed holiday time for that."
He blink blink blinked at her. That moment was utterly shattered with a naughty smile spread itself over the lower half of his face.
"Well maybe not t'death," was his thoroughly amused clarification. "I was merely exaggerating. Do you want t'roam around for a while b'fore we have t'hop on a plane? I think my stomach's settled down to a dull roar."
Dom started pulling the clips out of their pistols and checking the chambers in them before setting them aside to be packed, "You aren't feeling well, I'm not going to make you walk around Thailand."
"You want t'see it though an' m'feeling better. One element o' disgust has been left out o' the equation. That being compounds in the middle o' nowhere." He rolled onto his side, so he could get a better view of her and what she was doing. "I'll buy you summat sweet from the street vendors. They're all o'er. All of it's good, too. I'll get you a banana roti or summat."
She looked at him, "Are you sure you're feeling better?"
There was his best innocent expression. "O'course."
Dom didn’t buy that innocent expression for a second. She eyed him suspiciously.
"I feel better. That's actually the truth. I'll feel great when we're on our way home, naturally. But..oh don't you give me that look." He eyed her, amused where she was suspicious. "M'going t'take it easy with wot I eat b'fore we go. And...like I said...you helped. I would've lost it, twice, at least...if you hadn't noticed an' helped."
As he was speaking, Dom picked her pistol back up and put the clip back in it, preparing to hit the streets again instead of staying in.
"Okay then," she smiled at him. She was sincerely glad that she’d been that great a help, "We watch each other's backs."
"We do. I quite like watching yer back. If I look down, it's where yer bum is, an' you've got a lovely bum, m'dear. I have to protect it. Anyway. Do you like bananas? With chocolate an' things?"
She pulled her holster back on while replying, "I can say with confidence that I have never eaten bananas with 'chocolate an'things'."
"Oh, brilliant. It's...they fry this crepey thing an' slice banana on it, then fold it up...an' slice it into bits. Then they put this condensed milk an' chocolate sauce o'er it, an' somewhere in there, there's a dash of sugar. It's lovely, really."
He started to get his butt in gear, getting up off the bed to get dressed, as well as to make sure his things were all packed.
"It sounds delicious." She pulled her jacket on.
He didn’t even need to worry about making sure his stuff was packed. She noticed he was poking around and helpfully pointed at his bags.
He had been dressing in a very sloppy manner but beggars can't be chooo....bloody hell, she did pack his belongings.
"Marry me," he said with a huge grin. To him, Dommy was a functionally obsessive-compulsive luggage organizing love bunny.
Dom grinned in response to that. The idea of taking things more seriously when he said that kind of thing was becoming more and more of a good one.
Pete winked at her, and nodded. Once he was dressed, he looked determined to have some good memories of Thailand, rather than the one from his dreams where he was on a one-man wetworks mission. It wasn’t so wet, either, considering it was more deep fried.
"Off to eat dessert then, Thai style," he said, ready to get out to the street vendors and get to chowing down.
The Thai dessert he’d described sounded delicious. It was, as Dom had decided, a ‘chocolate banana thing’. She’d try it once, at least.
He’s decided it is divine, just like she is. That is all there is, to it. Of course, he wasn’t about to go about CHEWING on her or anything. That’s cannibalism. C’mon. That’s just wrong. Petey don’t play that.
Besides, it was sweet. He had discovered Dom’s weakness. Now he’d probably ply her with sweets all the time and make her fat. It wasn’t a bad idea.
Off they went, for dessert time! Where he is going to get his fingers all sticky n' chocolate smudgy most likely, while feeding her bits of it. Sure there’s utensils but what’s the point of using them? Fingers make it more worthwhile an experience.
If he was getting chocolate smudged all over his fingers, then she’d probably lick them clean. She’d at least daydream about doing so.
Well, cheers then for making Thailand a delightfully better place, for her being there with him and helping him out so much, in a time of need. It was greatly appreciated. And he really did appreciate it, since he doesn't know what he would've done without her.
He could count on her to help him out anytime.
Likewise! And he was secretly thinking that they could maybe talk while they wander around, about...things.