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Shannon Rutherford (ballerinadreams) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

That thought hadn't actually occurred to Shannon. If they bored the people running the show, maybe there would be no reason to keep them around, after all. "Or maybe they'd kill us to make room for new lab rats," she thought aloud sullenly. Shaking the thought away with an actual physical shake of her head, she moved to the next topic as though she'd said nothing at all. "I know right? I never thought I'd be so happy to see a tiny tube of Colgate," she laughed. That was mainly true - most of the time, when Shannon thought of travel-size bottles, she immediately likened them to flying. She'd never do that again, if she could help it.

While Shannon had had Boone when she was growing up, their relationship was nowhere near what she had always pictured a sibling relationship to be. From the time they'd both hit puberty, things had changed. Considerably. And not for the better, as far as Shannon was concerned. She somehow couldn't picture Domeki walking in on her in the shower, for example, knowingly. And if he did, she was bigger than he was; he'd never do it a second time. That thought made her smirk a little. "Yeah, I like that. You know, if you ever need somewhere to stay, I'm at the museum," she told him. It wasn't information she offered up freely and she fully expected him to turn it down, but she felt she should at least let him know where to find her. "Or if you ever need anything, that's where you can find me. I live with Sam and the Doctor, but they've both heard enough about you that if you said who you were, I'm sure they'd let you right in," she added. It was her way of letting Domeki know that she really and truly trusted him.

"Oh, my God, if he doesn't already see me in it," she replied, face going red with embarrassed horror. She hadn't thought of that. She really should've thought the bet through before agreeing to it. Sam would definitely see the awful dress at some point, unless she purposefully lost the bet and changed into other clothes after her shower. Or if she cheated, which she considered only briefly before deciding that it would take the fun out of the whole thing. She slapped a palm overdramatically to her forehead and closed her eyes, wrinkling her nose. "I'm so stupid," she laughed.

Looking up again and dropping her hand away from her face, Shannon raised an eyebrow. "Never heard 'up the wazoo' either?" she asked with a smirk. "I have much to teach you, young grasshopper," she joked, reaching over to tousle his hair. "And believe me, you're not wrong about needing the mouthwash and toothpaste even more if you keep drinking those. They taste like shit as it is, but the aftertaste is worse, sadly. I maybe should've warned you of that bit..."