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Malcolm Beauregard Reynolds ([personal profile] badinlatin) wrote2006-05-24 01:07 am
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Mal-Wash.

Captain on the Bridge.

Not that Mal expects Wash to salute or anything.

"You nervous yet?" Mal grins, handing him a cup of coffee.
flybywash: (eyebrow)

[personal profile] flybywash 2006-05-23 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Wash groans, theatrically.

"The only reason I'm even dignifying that queston with a response is because you gave me coffee," he says, lifting the cup a bit. "And the response you're getting? Is 'Zoe had another false contraction yesterday.' Make of that whatever you want."

He takes a long slurp.
flybywash: (curious)

[personal profile] flybywash 2006-05-23 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
It's really, really not, which explains the slightly pained expression Wash makes as he swallows.

It's something to keep him awake, though. He can always use that.

"Yes," he replies dryly. "I can see how talking to you'd be such a dangerous occupation. We should stamp you all over with warning labels. Hey -- " he brightens suddenly, "can I make them?"
flybywash: (skeptical)

[personal profile] flybywash 2006-05-23 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, just the usual." He frames the air with one hand. "'Not to be worn, eaten, or exposed to sunlight. Pregnant woman should avoid prolonged contact. Do not jostle, poke, or insu -- ' wait a minute."

There is eyeing, with sudden, profound skepticism.

"You're letting me freely insult you. You're asking me to insult you. Why are you asking me to insult you?"
flybywash: (*snerk*)

[personal profile] flybywash 2006-05-23 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"They're shiny." He's still eyeing Mal. "Annie spoke a foreign, stable-related language for a few minutes that I think translates to, 'hey, come see the horses and bring Mal when you do,' Dad and Mom are planning some big elaborate dinner that should explain to everyone where I got my cooking talents from...."

The skepticism's melting away to a real grin.

"I think I saw gifts, too."
flybywash: (*snerk*)

[personal profile] flybywash 2006-05-24 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Shi a," says Wash, taking another sip of his own coffee. "I'm planning to use the time to observe both of you in your natural habitat. Maybe with my datapad set to 'record.'"
flybywash: (perfectly innocent)

[personal profile] flybywash 2006-05-24 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
Wash's eyebrows rise.

"Unless it's pink, frilly, or deadly, no."

Beat.

"Though if it's one of the first two, I wanna be there when you give it to her so I can see her face."
flybywash: (*facepalm*)

[personal profile] flybywash 2006-05-24 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
Wash thinks this over.

He takes another sip of coffee, and ponders some more.

Then...he closes his eyes in long-suffering embarrassment, hangs his head, and says, "You knitted 'Jellybean' on there, didn't you."

(His tone isn't completely lacking in amusement, though.)
flybywash: (*facepalm*)

[personal profile] flybywash 2006-05-25 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
"You -- that's even worse!" he sputters. "You're already encouraging a lack of imagination in my daughter! At least Jellybean was...."

Wash loses all momentum.

"No, never mind, it's not any better."
flybywash: (listening; chin in hand)

[personal profile] flybywash 2006-05-25 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not being a good enough influence." Mournfully. "You'd think, after so many years...."

He finishes off his coffee.

Also mournfully.
flybywash: (perfectly innocent)

[personal profile] flybywash 2006-05-25 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
"You could get me another cup?"

This is said in the ridiculously hopeful tones of one who's not really expecting the event to happen.
flybywash: ([comic] stargazing)

[personal profile] flybywash 2006-05-25 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
Wash sighs.

"Then the next cup will have to wait until I'm feeling less lazy," he says, and plunks his cup on the radar with a firm, decisive air.

This is followed by immediately leaning back in his chair and kicking both feet up onto the console, hands behind his head in the universal posture of 'I am a lazy bastard.'
flybywash: ([comic] stargazing)

[personal profile] flybywash 2006-05-30 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey."

He holds up a finger, not turning his attention away from the windscreen.

"I'm going to start raising a very tiny person in a couple weeks, I refuse to give up the last few, precious days of uninterrupted lazy that I'm gonna have for the next twenty years."
flybywash: (curious)

[personal profile] flybywash 2006-05-30 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Shi a." He turns his head to look at Mal. "In other late breaking news, water is wet and the black's kinda cold."

His amiable smile fades a little when he catches the fumbling. Wash straightens up, taking his feet off of the console.

"You sure everything's shiny?" he asks.
flybywash: (skeptical)

[personal profile] flybywash 2006-05-30 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
Wash raises a skeptical eyebrow, but says nothing. A screen to his left chirrups out an alert, and, absently, he punches in a sequence and readjusts the yoke.
flybywash: (doing pilot-y things)

[personal profile] flybywash 2006-06-05 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
"When you want to stop being avoidy, I'm here," he calls after him, then quickly busies himself with the controls.

It's friendly enough.

It's also just the tiniest bit exasperated, but it's a well-hidden exasperation.
flybywash: (neutral)

[personal profile] flybywash 2006-06-05 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Wash spins the chair around.

"Did Kaylee tell you I talked to her?"

Uncertain, now, as he scratches his ear.
flybywash: (snarky bastard)

[personal profile] flybywash 2006-06-05 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
A small breath. Reluctantly, "Not so much, no. Mostly in the sense that I sided with you on everything but the box-throwing, which, by the way -- "

He spreads his hands with a patently incredulous air.

"The hell, Mal?"
flybywash: (listening; worried)

[personal profile] flybywash 2006-06-05 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Which you're not." Beat. "That much, but...the good kind of crazy. The crazy I kind of enjoy. And I told her that you damn well did have the right to do what you did -- not the right to take it out on her, but everything with Niska, yeah."
flybywash: (worried)

[personal profile] flybywash 2006-06-05 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
Wash is silent.

"We all put Kaylee in a really bad position," he says carefully, at last, "when we went and took our nice shiny impromptu one-week vacation to the cells. She ain't ever supposed to be running this ship. And she got angry about it, which, okay," his mouth twists a little in sympathy, "yes, she's right to do that, but --

"But that's just my point, she's not right to say you can't go after him -- I mean, yeah, we shouldn't have, but that's in the same 'verse where we're all rich and prosperous and law-abiding -- just like you're not right to completely blow a circuit at her. Am I veering anywhere toward sense-making?"
flybywash: (eyebrow)

[personal profile] flybywash 2006-06-05 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
"So try doing something that proves you aren't fēngle. I know it's a wild suggestion, but -- "
flybywash: (stressed)

[personal profile] flybywash 2006-06-05 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
Wash sighs.

"To start with, talk to her again. Without throwing things. Or losing your temper. It's Kaylee, Mal, that shouldn't be too hard."
flybywash: (perfectly innocent)

[personal profile] flybywash 2006-06-05 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
That gets a smirk.

"Has a little fact like that ever gotten in the way of me running my mouth at somebody? Just follow my fine example, Cap'n. You'll be fine."

If there's any preening, it's only for effect.
flybywash: ([comic] stargazing)

[personal profile] flybywash 2006-06-05 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
In an amused drone: "Yes, Mal. You can go get the other coffee now."

He swings his chair back around.