stuck_mynock | RP with Aeryn Sun.

"What are you talking about?"

His fast way of speaking and changing the conversation mood was just a little annoying sometimes. It reminded her of Crichton, half the time she didn't have a clue what he was saying.

"Boots and the military," Atton explained. "And boots that may or may not be militant footwear rights protestors."

She bent over and started to rummage through the piles.

"Well are you just going to stand there, or actually help."

She had deflated a little.

Atton shrugged and rummaged through the piles with her, tossing several things aside in an attempt to find her missing boot. He was, thus far, unsuccessful.

Aeryn saw something black and lunged for it. She pulled out a shirt and sighed dramatically, tossing it at Atton.

Atton looked at the shirt for a few moments.
"How did I even get all this stuff? I only have one set of clothes!" He reached down, pulling two pairs of boxers from the pile. "This is slightly strange." He tossed them aside and continued rummaging.

Aeryn stood up straight, both hand on her hips and gave him the most disapproving expression she could muster.

"Perhaps you should tidy?"

"I like it being messy, there's no chance I'm going to tidy," He picked up a sock and scrutinised it carefully. "And I'm not tidying away clothes that aren't even mine."

Aeryn opened her mouth to give a retort, closed it and opened it again, stepping forward and eyeing him suspiciously.

"Who do they belong to then?"

"How the frack am I supposed to know? They could belong to anybody! Why they would put their clothes in my room, I don't know."

Aeryn raised an eyebrow.

"Why would someone put their clothes in your room."

She didn't know why he was getting defensive, she found the whole situation rather amusing.

What wasn't amusing, was the fact that she was unbalanced in only one shoe.

"They might be crazy," Atton suggested. "They might be senile and think this is their room. I don't know."

Aeryn threw her hands up in the air dramatically.

"I don't know how you can live in such mess."

She got down on her knees and peered suspiciously under the bed.

"I like it," Atton said simply. "It's nice. It's comfortable. It's easy to hide in."

Aeryn grunted. Undoubtedly he was just too lazy to clean it.

She lay on her belly and squirmed under the bed, reaching for the boot she could now see. Her lower half wiggled determinedly, sticking out from the bed.

Atton crouched down beside her, peering under the bed.
"Y'know, my clothes ran away from me once."

Aeryn stopped reaching, bent at an awkward angle and stuck her head out from under the bed.

"Do I want to know?"

Her expression was one of confusion and doubt.

"It might be useful reference, after all, surely your boot couldn't have gotten there by itself?" Atton smirked. "It was not a pleasant experience. I think I lost my trousers. Or my shirt. Probably not both. I lost my shoes, socks and jacket though."

Aeryn looked even more doubtful. If he was lying she was seriously considering biting his leg.

"By any chance was this during a game of some kind?"

"No, I just sort of lost them while I was sleeping. Or looking the other way. They'd squeak as well," He paused and added. "I was here at Milliways at the time." As if this explained everything.

"Well in my first solar days here I fell from the ceiling while sleeping, so..."

She left the end open. She was still seriously considering biting his leg.

Atton was blissfully unaware of her cannibalistic urges.
"Yes, well. Found your boot yet? Or has it retreated further under my bed?"

Aeryn was thankfully distracted from the 'Bite annoying people' plan. She grabbed the boot and attempted to wiggle out.

"Frell."

Attempted was the right word.

Atton was in fits of laughter, clutching at his ribs, absolutely unable to contain himself. He would have commented, but he was unable to get out any words.

"When I get out of here, I am going to kill you."

She hissed, attempting to bash a lump out of him from her current position.

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