4leafclover | I've seen better days

New and helpful tech was always sorted out come arrival back in Abel, but today Jody was keen on smuggling. Having nicked it off a very dead zom, she'd made certain to slip it into her sports bra before stepping back under the gate. Her running didn't stop once she'd handed over her full backpack, face aflush with something bright and excited as she trotted round to find Simon.

Of course she found him flirting with Janine-- his Jenny as he called her, but she was quick to grab his wrist and pull him away. With a promise of some well-overdue work needing to be done and a petite girl who couldn't carry the boxes all by herself. Possible that Janine was thankful, but there were days she could never much tell.

Instead, once they were in a sufficiently isolated area, she dragged him behind the pharmacy, reaching into her shirt to produce a working iPod, charger still attached.

"Find me a slot so I can charge it tonight, see what's on it?"

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He'd gone reluctantly - more at the thought of hefting boxes than over helping the petite blond at his side - but he'd gone, giving a wry laugh when she all but dragged him behind the nearest structure.

"What's all this, Jo?" he asked, bemused, though his eyes lit up when she pulled the small object out. "Well, you're full of surprises today, aren't you? How did you manage to find that? Wait, don't answer that, I'm probably better off imagining your heroics instead. Better for my poor blood pressure."

He took it from her for a moment, examining it intently to make sure it wasn't cracked or broken anywhere, then winked at her. "For you, luv? Anything. It shouldn't take too long, it's such a tiny thing. Maybe Sam will let me borrow some juice for a bit."

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4leafclover

She knew how to wheedle things out of him, it was a skill she kept near and dear to her and she all but hopped and clapped her hands when he agreed to help her. With the iPod business, at least. Grinning, she placed her hands on her hips, giving him a very haughty look that was all for show. "What'd you expect me to be bringing out of m'bra anyway? You've got a dirty mind, don't you, Mr Lauchlan. I've a mind to tell Janine but I won't."

Though as an afterthought, she thinks he might appreciate the help. Any bit, really, and she enjoyed knowing he was satisfied and nicely happy, himself. So she gave him a brief hug after, turning to whisper in his ear. "Of course, there's always some reward I can be giving for the assistance. I'm sure you can connect the dots of logic, there."

But not here, and she was fairly certain he was busy, but the offer stood. "Are y'hungry? Let's go bug Sam right now? I want to see what's on it!"

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luckynumberthree

He laughed when she gave him a hug, wrapping his arms about her waist and giving her half a spin, all play. "No one ever accused me at having any skill at logic," he teased back. "I outright sucked at chess. Horrible. Makes no sense whatsoever. Although rewards, that I get, and quite like them as well."

He bent his head, dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose. "Are you hungry?" Why don't I go see if I can barter us half a charge or so while you nab us some food. I'll meet you back in your bunk and we can see what horrible taste in music the former owner might have had."

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"You're the best, Simon. I'll run over in a tick to get it all started. Tell Sam I'll gladly trade whatever's on there if he's interested, just don't tell Janine I kept it? I mean it, you. No telling her this, not even in dire circumstances." the carefree attention was really just what the doctor ordered. Though if the good Dr Meyers knew of their little escapades (likely, she did) she might tell them off.

She did love Dr Meyers for that no-nonsense attitude she carried herself with. "You'll want extra spam? I think I can sneak it off without them noticing this time but you've got to stop gloating about it. They'll get smart. about it."

Wriggling free of his hug, she stopped only a moment to return the peck, soundly on his cheek but not without a quick, furtive grope of his very fine backside. She couldn't help it, was just right there, asking for it.

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luckynumberthree

"Mum's the word, luv," he chuckled, grin widening when he felt her hand against his backside. He gave hers a playful smack in return. "I'll try and remember that this time," he called after her as she headed for the mess before slipping off to the comms shack to 'borrow' some time with the generator.

It didn't take him long at all and he slipped back in her bunk a few moments before she did, sprawling on her bed to wait for her, the ipod resting on his chest as he resisted the urge to peek.

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4leafclover

The pickup had been too easy, a soft joke and compliment given to one of the chefs and she'd made out with the proper bounty. And even a bag of crisps for helping one of them out with locating some hair nets to improve safety. All in the line of a good day's work. In short order she trotted into her bunk space, carrying their rations on a tray.

She'd even taken to humming, jumping a little when she saw a familiar frame on her bunk and she scoffed-- playfully affronted.

"Now just who gave you permission to lay about on my bunk, hm? I just washed those sheets, Simon!" She still sidled in next to him, dutifully and meticulously setting his rations out for him. Brightening, she leaned over and moved in closer to the iPod on his chest, squinting at it. "Did you actually charge it?"

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luckynumberthree

"I'm clean!" he protested in mock offense when she scolded him about her sheets, although he pushed himself up to make room for her and the tray, investigating the bounty with eager anticipation. The fare was downright sad most days, but food was food. As long as it wasn't still wriggling at him, Simon was fairly easy to please.

"You're the one that was out running and getting all sweaty," he pointed out, then pushed the button on the ipod, letting the screen light up. "A whole 68% actually. Told you it wouldn't take long. Was gonna try and nab the whole charge, but Eight spotted me, started giving me funny looks."

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4leafclover

Mention of runner 8 had her scowling, not how he'd commented about her running off and getting sweaty, which she was, but she hadn't much cared. The shower later this evening would be nice-- and Simon did smell nice and clean. She had to sniff at him, smiling and closing her eyes before leaning in against him and peering excitedly at the screen.

"Runner 8... She's always a bit hoity toity. But then again, I'm glad she's on our side. Most of the time." touching the touchpad she scrolled through a few menus, frowning at the slightly damaged screen, but it wasn't so bad. The smell of spam and nettle porridge still made her hungry even if it was unappetizing, but Francesca made the best of what she had at her disposal.

"Oh, look, they've got jazz tracks. Eugene'll love those. He's always betting on me in the races, y'know?"

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luckynumberthree

"Yes, well, I'm glad she's on our side except for the times I wish she was still floating in the ocean somewhere," he countered, since Eight was the one person he never quite knew what to make of. Or if he even liked. He certainly didn't trust her.

...Not that trust was an issue Simon really worried about a whole lot, because people were people. And he could be rather cynical under his layer of good humor.

Instead he just grins and reaches for one of the plates, letting her scroll through the music. He swallows before chuckling at her comment. "Yeah, he makes no real secret of that. And with good reason, too. Although I enjoy giving you competition," he pointed out, shaking his fork at her.

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4leafclover

A very stern shhh came from her, then, tugging him down in case she suddenly showed up and heard their conversation. "Don't say those sort of things. Y'never know where she's lurking about." but then she was up close to him while he's having a bite of it, and she can't help but stare for a second before giggling. "Aww, y'know you've got me on sprinting, Simon. Endurance, though... well. You've got marvelous endurance, just not the sort for your legs."

Sticking her tongue out, she sat up once more and pulled a face while she scrolled through several unnamed titles. Lots of pirating, for this one. Speaking of... "What do you reckon she got that captain and his crew to hide in that ship?" Eating while talking was fine between them wasn't it? She did make herself comfortable, cuddled up beside him. "Never did feel that settled properly once they'd blown it up..."

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luckynumberthree

Mischief flared over Simon's face at that as he leaned close conspiratorially. "Maybe she's lurking under the bed," he countered in a loud whisper. "Maybe we should make it start squeaking and scare her out."

Disparaging his endurance however had an expression of mock offense flickering across his features. "Ouch, Jo. Ouch. There is nothing wrong with my endurance. None of it. In all of my legs."

Still, he wrapped his arm about her when she cuddled up next to her, although he purposefully nudged her tray at her. "Eat your soup before it gets cold. You know how horrible it tastes then. And I have no idea. Think we're probably better off not knowing and it sunk to the bottom of the ocean anyway. That place gave me the creeps."

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4leafclover

"Squeaking out the boogie ma--oh, did I say that out loud?" She wriggled against him, placed a hand to her mouth and grinned in mock surprise before being kindly reminded of her rations. She had forgotten them until Simon mentioned. The soup was still hot, but she downed it quickly, anyway, the flavour not much to be savouring.

Finishing that, she turned and fed Simon a crisp. "I dunno, I'm glad whatever is in there is down in an impossible place, but... Still gives me the creepies. Makes me glad you ran off to fetch Bella for the water situation."

Veggies next, and finally she finished off with the spam, pulling a face at the salty flavour. Water washed it all down and she settled against him, iPod between them and one leg hooked over his. "Was hoping tthey'd have music you like on here, but they're a bit boorish." So in mollification for dragging him toward something that was somewhat disappointing, she kissed the side of his mouth. She knew Archie dying had struck him harder than he'd admit, she wanted to help him move past that... In non-life threatening ways.

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luckynumberthree

Simon snickered and tugged one of her curls. "You did, but your secret's safe with me. Unless, of course, Eight's actually under the bed and then she'll get an earful."

As she settled in to eat, he left his arm draped about her shoulders, keeping her curled up comfortable against her side as they took turns eating and scrolling through the new music selection. He chuckles at her admission and glances down at her, giving him a wink. "I'm not hard to please, you know that. Music is music."

He was still trying not to think about Things anyway.

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