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Dallas watched the tyke-bomb waltz back off to her beaten-up Gouf for a few seconds before he shrugged lazily, as if resigned to her decision, and plopped down on the foot of his GM with a lilting sigh. His eyes were closed, but he didn't need them to see the absolutely [i]precious[/i] skyward-roll of the Lieutenant's eyes in front of him, or watch her cute little face scrunch up in disdain. 

He smiled effortlessly and popped open a bottle of water he'd been keeping in his cockpit, tilting it back - along with his head - and taking a few short, quick gulps of fluid. He wasn't about to drain the bottle, especially in case there wasn't any within walking distance that he could find for later. Still, he [i]had[/i] gotten thirsty, and a small drop or two of water ran down his bottom lip as he pulled the water away reluctantly.

Eyes still closed, the Newtype guinea pig ran a few white teeth along the left-hand surface of his bottom lip, scraping up the moisture with a contented sigh.

[color=6ecff6]"[i]Aah.[/i]"[/color]

With the languid ease, grace, and utter entitlement of a spoiled kitten, Dallas patted a space on the Juggler's foot wide enough for even LTJG Fell's...[i]AMBAC[/i] to fit comfortably.