[IC] Rebirth [Closed]

[Demon Grave]

Eric Fenris "Wolf"

I watch Captain Chris as he moves over to the empty bunk to take out a few things and sit down. Lea jumping up onto our bed at the same time. She spins around a couple times before flopping down, her tail wagging as she looks at the new man. I pet her head a bit before leaning the mop against the wall and sitting down on my bed as well. I listen to Chris as I absentmindedly scratch Lea's head. My eyes narrow when he pulls out a bottle of red wine and a couple of shot glasses. Then he proceeds to ask me if I'm a drinker and shows how he has liquor stashed inside his coat. I give another lopsided grin at seeing this. At least this guy isn't some stiff assed officer, and knows how to win a guy over.

"I don't drink that fancy wine shit, but I am known to partake on some of the darker stuff," I say with a chuckle as I pull out my bottle of whiskey from my bag. I pop the cork off the top with my bionic arm and take a quick drink before plugging the cork back in. The harsh liquid searing its way down my throat was a welcome and refreshing bit of pain. Which was cut short when Chris casually asked me for my life story. The hell is wrong with this guy? He was starting to be cool, being laid back, and especially bringing booze on this tub, but asking something like that out of nowhere? That's just weird.

I cough a bit, holding my bionic hand to my mouth as I did. Then i look at Captain Chris. "My story is my story. You want to know about me well then here it is." I take a long drag from my cigar, blowing the smoke up to the ceiling before continuing. "I'm a grunt. You brass assed officers tell me to kill people and I do it. You need boots in the mud and I'm the one for that, but other than that don't expect me to give a rat's hairy ass about any of your orders. Alright? Want anything else go ask the Pink-Haired-Princess for my dossier." I end it with another drink of whiskey before laying down on the bed and smoking my cigar.

[SolemnStories]

I swung open the door to my room as I walked along humming, but once I stepped in I suddenly silenced. Hello there... I looked at the girl who had sprawled out on the left bed and already dozed off. It was the girl I had picked out as most likely being my bunkmate. Awh innocent little angel. I thought, as I watched her sleep for a moment. I knew it wasn't true, I chuckled, though she did look very personal lying there. Almost like I shouldn't have walked in. I narrowed my eyes and stepped back to the door, poked my head out and looked at our bunk number. I compared it with the number I had been assigned on the paper and they matched. At least I was in the right place.

I walked over to my bed, unzipped my duffle bag, and poured out its entirety of of neatly packed contents in a chaotic pile. I tapped my nose a couple of times and then turned to look back at the soundly resting Azurael. Such an opportunity to just let it go to waste. And yet I couldn't seem to come up with the right idea of how to mess with her. Usually it was difficult to get away with too much around military personnel, because they were used to sleeping with "one eye open" so to speak. I sat on the edge of my bunk watching her sleep as I pondered it.

I couldn't do anything very fun. Well, you could but it would probably get you thrown off the ship. But I could at least try to freak her out. I quietly tiptoed over to her bedside and knelt down on the floor, placing my elbows on the edge of the bed and resting my chin in my hands. I inched as close as I could to her face without getting close enough for her to feel my breath. Honestly, she was quite beautiful asleep. But my goal was just to make her a bit uncomfortable. I sat there patiently, with wide eyes, watching and waiting until she awoke.

[puddingpunter]

ℝᴀʏᴍᴏɴᴅ

When I first look down at the paper Commander Monroe handed me, I'm not sure what to think. I'm being paired with Brine, of all people? Sure we may know each other but as she'd witnessed yesterday, we most certainly were not on each others' good sides. For goodness sake she literally had to shoot the man so he would't kill me. Out of habit, I sighed a ran a hand through my hair. What am I going to do? I can't run an hide forever, but then again, I have no idea how to talk to him. His violent reaction was startling to say the least so that begs the question: what the hell happened to him?

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I reread the list of pairs inscribed onto the stationary just to double check it. Again. Then one more time just for good measure. Third time's supposed to be a charm, right? But I'm disappointed to find that nothing's changed within the last minute. No, this must be some sort of mistake. As much as I don't want to believe it I know Rin's done this on purpose; I assume she just wants to help but this just makes things a lot more... complicated. From what I understand she has no idea what went on between us. I'd honestly rather it stay that way. Since by now I have my room number memorized, I don't bother checking the list again. Instead I neatly fold it and tuck it away into the pocket concealed on the inner side of my uniform jacket. Here goes nothing. Making my way easily though the corridors, I locate our room and knock before entering. It's empty. There's a moment of relief when I see no sign of anyone having been here yet. Where the hell was Sharp? Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, I decide not to search for him and get to unpacking my things on the bed by the far wall.

[SashaWindrider]

SGT Azurael Winchester (Nexus)

I sensed a prescence hovering very close to me. Opening my eyes a crack, I see that it's Giovanna. Two can play at this game. With the smallest of smirks I raise my head slightly and eyes fully open, give her a peck on the lips. "Well?" I ask, and give her a look as if to say 'What next?' I don't mind continuing, but it's up to Giovanna. I just want to see what her reaction is.

[Shiva]

Raina Matthews

I was in the room where my bunk was and I was currently setting my stuff on a bunk that I had mentally claimed as mine. Hopefully Commander Monroe respected 'dibs'. If not, we may have issues. I took dibs very seriously. I sighed and decided I should probably get to work with cleaning. Damn idiots had to go and get us confined to our quarters, not to mention janitorial duty. Jeez. This is why I'm an introvert. I went to the bathrooms and decided to start with wiping down the mirrors. That is, if I could find the cleaning supplies. I looked around for a moment before finally finding them and getting to work.

Eli Matthews

I could only imagine who I was bunking with as I made my way to where I would be staying. Like my sister, I didn't care much for people. Infact, I was what you might call anti-social. I would feel better about this mission if I had at least known someone besides Raina. I entered the room where I was bunking and tossed my stuff on a random bunk. I didn't much care which bunk I slept on, so long as I have a bunk I'll be happy. I started to get to work with cleaning. Actually, I quite liked cleaning. My sister liked to tease my, saying I had OCD. I just liked to keep things clean, I don't see the big problem with that.

[SolemnStories]

Giovanna

I could feel the wicked grin creeping up onto my face. Now there would be trouble. I leaned in and locked into her gaze. "Oh silly girl..." I spoke slowly as I reached over to place a hand on her bare waist and slid it up along her ribcage, towards her chest.

"Didn't mama ever tell you not to play with fire?" I could feel the flicker in my eyes as I said it, and I climbed up on top of her, sliding myself close and pressing down against her. I wanted to hold this girl down and ravage her. I wanted to make her tremble. I wanted to see the fear in her eyes.

I like scaring them. I grabbed her wrists and held her arms down, stretched out over her head. I kissed and bit her neck a few times before moving to her ear and whispering devilishly:

"Let me teach you a lesson."

* * *

Who had ever thought that being confined to our bunks would be punishment?

Then again, who ever said a little punishment was a bad thing?

Luckily I had been assigned a good bunk mate. I gave an imaginary nod to Commander Monroe for that one. As if it really mattered who I had been bunked with. Things could have turned out this way with any of them.

Oh come on, you'd fuck anything with two legs and heart beat.

Well, with one exception in mind. I laughed out loud.

[SashaWindrider]

SGT Azurael Winchester (Nexus)

"Giovanna, I am fire." My breath hitched as she climbed on top me. Giovanna was certainly forward, I liked that. There was no way this confinement was going to be boring. "See if you can teach me anything" I whispered back. I didn't scare easily, let's see what Giovanna was capable of. I smiled as I looked up at her.

FADE OUT . . .

I lay on my bed panting slightly. Sometime during the events I had been completely unclothed. I went to retrieve my clothes and began getting redressd.

[Rekaigan]

Abbie Kaapo Laukkanen

As I was tinkering with some of the electronics on the table which I claimed as mine as soon as I walked in, I heard the door open and then close rather ominously. I turned my head slightly to the sound of a bag being unpacked, glancing at the man that was now in my room. That must be Eli. I thought to myself. Only after a few moments of staring at him, I realized how fucking tall he is. I shook my head as I turned back to my work. Who cares if he's really tall.. And kinda cool looking. That last thought made me chuckle ever so slightly. If he wasn't going to greet me at all, then I have no reason to say anything at all. I'd probably get a little flustered trying to anyway.

While I was lost in thoughts that weren't about my work, a static discharge flew out of the device that I was working on, making a loud SNAP noise. Of course, I didn't even flinch since shit like this always happened.

[Shoe Thief]

Hunter Monroe

I worked my way to my room, I'll admit, I'm not the most social person, what I am though is a dedicated fighter. All I knew at the moment, I couldn't wait to get the damn prosthetic off It weighed a ton and was clunky as hell. It was even too bulky to use his uniform to cover it, it stuck out like a sore thumb. Though Rebirth, the not scary as hell program that would give me my leg back and a second chance to serve.

I finally made it to my new Barracks, First thing I notice was my new bunk mate resting before everything was even set it, then again I'd be doing the same thing. "Yo, you Derek?" I'd reach out my hand, the one that wasn't holding my cane at the moment. "Hunter Monroe, your new bunk mate." Also noticed that his area seemed much colder. That ass hole, he claimed the cold spot.

[TartanO88]

LT. Commander Brine Sharp

As I walked to my room after stopping by the mess I glance at my room assignment and get my room number, it was a little difficult to do with an armload of food and water in one hand, my luggage in the other and having to reach into the opposite pocket with the one hand, but after a moment I got the information I needed and proceeded to the appropriate room. Preoccupied with balancing everything I had in my hands I didn't see it was Marksman I was bunking with when I walked in or when I had checked the list. When I realized that it was him in the room I froze long enough to be sure I wasn't going to baserk again then as cold and calm as I am when sniping I saluted and said,"Sir!".

Petty Officer Derek Benson

Wait who was this? I was supposed to be bunking with that other guy, what's his name, O well. "Yeah that's me." I say then throw a sloppy two fingered salute when I see the Sargent insignia on his shoulder. "Do me, and yourself, a favor and don't touch the bed." I say as I get up and unplug my booby trap, damp cloth and a bare wire or two would have been great to watch but this guy didn't deserve it.

[Rose]

Commander Rin Monroe

I had briefly attended to a few more matters but soon I was headed to my room. Somehow I had completely forgotten to get what I was actually going to the medical bay for, headache medicine. At this point though I'm not even going to bother going back. I just want to get to my room, have a drink, then lay down for a bit. What do they call that? Relaxation? I think to myself with an amused shake of my head. Upon arriving at my room I get a surprise, there's someone in it. There isn't supposed to be anyone bunking with me. Damn it, that's right. I had forgotten to edit the bunking list after I had been informed an officer I had requested was needed elsewhere.
Stepping into the room I cleared my throat to gain Raina's attention. "Sargent Matthews, pack back up and move down to bunk with Captain Carson. There was a change in the assignments." I tell her plainly. It's my fault, but I don't feel the need to get into those kind of details. With a deep breath I walk to the empty bunk and sit down, crossing my legs.

Captain Brandy Carson

After Commander Monroe and Lt. Commander Sharp left I spent at another hour or so cleaning up the medical bay and putting some things away. Hopefully this won't get me in trouble with the Commander, I'm supposed to be in my room after all. After seeing how preoccupied she was with Lt. Commander Sharp I doubt it will be an issue. I wonder if there's something between them? No, I'm just imagining things. Commander Monroe knows better then to get involved with someone under her command, that's a court marshal offense after all.

Once I'm done in the Medical Bay I head straight to my room. When I get there I'm slightly surprised that my bunk mate isn't there. I check the paper just to make sure that I did in fact have someone bunking with me. "That's strange." I say to myself then shrug it off and start unpacking my things. I unpack only what's necessary since we won't be on this ship long. Then I change into a pair of sweat pants and a tank top.

[boomlover]

I shrug and Take both shots. I lean against the wall and listening to Eric's response. "My story is my story. You want to know about me well then here it is."I'm a grunt. You brass assed officers tell me to kill people and I do it. You need boots in the mud and I'm the one for that, but other than that don't expect me to give a rat's hairy ass about any of your orders. Alright? Want anything else go ask the Pink-Haired-Princess for my dossier." When he says Pink-Haired-princess. I start laughing my ass of." I have to remember that one" I think to myself. I raise an eyebrow when he says that he gives jack shit about my orders." seems you have been bitched at a lot." I think to myself. I take a long drag from my cigar before speaking.

"you think i'm Gonna be treating you like shit just because i'm higher rank? Well sorry to disappoint sunshine but you couldn't be more from the fucking truth. I weigh people on there skill and there experience. And i think you have a lot of that." I then show Eric my scars from battle." I have been in the mud to you know. So if you think your talking to someone with a stick up his ass so high he could be a Popsicle. You can relax because that's not the bloody case." I look at the dog who had been staring at me this whole time." let me ask you something a little different then. How did you get that dog?"

@Demon Grave

[Shoe Thief]

@TartanO88
Hunter Monroe
I watched Derek as he removed the traps, among other things. "Do you do this to all your roommates? Set traps up for them?" I moved my way over to my bed and sat down. It felt nice to sit down, especially carrying most of my gear today.

I leaned back and started working with my prosthetic leg. Truth be told I was ready to get rid of it. Or hang it over a fire place. Something other then on my leg would be nice. Though I already had a pretty interesting gun over my fireplace at home. "So, you part of the Rebirth program?" I finally got the prosthetic off, I though it was heavy when it was on my leg, now, it just sucked.

[Demon Grave]

Eric Fenris "Wolf"

I continued to lay in my bed as I listened to Captain Chris talk about how he's not like the other officers. I was sure I would have gotten an ass chewing for my "Pink-Haired Princess" comment. Almost disappointing not getting one. I had already come up with a ton of things to fire back with in preparation for an ass chewing. Eh, I'll save it for the next one I get.

Petting Lea's head and smoking my cigar I turn to look at the Captain as he spoke about being in the mud. "Ain't you part of Rebirth like the rest of these people?" I ask, trying to figure out why he had scars. "Thought you were supposed to be all pretty and clean every time you came back alive," I said, more to myself than to the Captain. Then came the comment about looking like a popsicle. That one made me laugh so hard I almost spit out my cigar. Almost though,I wouldn't be caught dead wasting a cigar this good. "You mind if I use that one in the future? I know a few officers ho fit the description pretty good. That jack-hole Sharp among them," I say through small fits of laughter.

Once I calmed down a bit and was able to take another drag from my cigar I looked down at Lea, who was curled up next to me, sleeping. "I found her, after a battle some years ago. I was doing an aftermath sweep, making sure there wasn't anyone left uncounted for, or an enemy still breathing. Well as I was looking through the burned out ruins of a building that had been hit by a bomber I heard something. Turned out to be this little gal, huddled around the body of her mother. So I took her in, much to my commander's distaste, but he relented once I threatened him with a bullet between his eyes." I left out the part about how she helped keep the nightmares away, and thus why she was allowed on this mission.

[boomlover]

I noticed he seemed almost disappointed that I wasn't some tight ass officer with shiny boots. However he did seem to find my joke hilarious, which made me grin. The tense atmosphere of the room had also greatly decreased, now we can relax and really get to know each other.
I was surprised about how he was able to keep the dog." man this guy really does give jack shit about orders, Better keep him as a friend then." I think to myself with a grin."I don't mind one bit, use it all you want." I tell him then listen carefully as he continues to speak. After he finished with his story about how he got the dog I respond to his earlier question. " These bullets scars you see here are the thing that reminds me of my past." I say as I point to a few scars. " Where i came from, Who i fought with and died with. And of course they remind me of the one's i hate the most, The UDK." I take a few moments to catch my breath and then continue. "And the biggest reason of course is that I don't wanna die. Because if i remember correctly getting shot hurts a lot!" I conclude with a smirk. What I said was the truth, the very painful truth. However, the death of my wife and child I left untold, after all that's not the kind of thing I tell just anyone.

I then look into my bag to see if i brought it with me. With a grin I pull out a deck of cards and hold them up. " I hope you know how to play?" I ask. I had learned over the years that the best way to connect with someone is over a deck of cards and with a bottle of booze. It's also the best way to practice reading someone, which was a sweet bonus.

@Demon Grave

[SolemnStories]

Giovanna

Well, that was fun.

Stretching out my arms and standing with my hands propped behind my head, I licked my lips. I watched Azurael stand and begin getting dressed, but I was in no rush to return to the confines of clothes. I could smell her sweat on my skin, and while in part I embraced it, another side of me was ready to wash it off. Making no special effort to look pleased by her, I simply watched her for a moment and then turned to my bunk and looked at my random assortment of items piled on the bed.

A normal person would have said something by now. There was a logical side in my mind that reminded me how I could act if I wanted to fall in with usual humanity. It was the same voice that reminded me, on occasion, how much I didn't fit in normally. I had heard people talk about something like a "conscious" that keeps them straight and true, but I knew this voice definitely wasn't one of those; because a conscious has feelings attached to it. This voice was much more harsh and analytical than those other mysterious guides.

Rummaging through my things I finally found the long black silk robe I kept and after wrapping it around myself I headed to the communal showers. We were supposed to be doing some sort of cleaning duties, but who knew when and what those were. That was the commander's snap decision, so I figured it best to wait out some sort of direction, at least from the usual janitorial staff as to what the fuck we were supposed to be cleaning. You could always start scrubbing toilets, it would get you in good favor with Monroe. I figured I would survive without kissing anyone's ass. Unless miss pinkie is up for some literal ass kissing. I smirked. I wonder if the carpet matches the drapes.

I hung my robe outside the bathroom and walked in naked without a second thought. We were supposed to be in our rooms. "Assuming the toilets and showers aren't off limits. Or else that woman might be a little more crazy than I thought." I said aloud to myself. Stepping into the shower and turning on the water, I welcomed the cool rush over my head and down my body. Closing my eyes, I listened to the stillness, and the slight echo of running water hitting the floor. Just as I had begun to drift away into the nothingness, a memory flashed across my mind, mercilessly tearing through the peace.

[SashaWindrider]

SGT Azurael Winchester (Nexus)

Even if we weren't going to have a relationship as such, and either way I didn't mind, I made Giovanna an offer "Any-time you're up for it" I said, leaving it almost a a rhetoric. Such a stress reliever, Giovanna. I grinned.

I checked my reflection in the mirror stuck to our door. I sighed gently. The only way I was going to hide my neck was either by wearing my down or covering it with a scarf - seeing as wearing the hair down was likely to be against regulations, I opted for a regulation scarf. Hopefully Rin wouldn't ask questions, as not only was the temperature nice and warm, I doubt she would believe me if I said I was attacked by a vacuum cleaner. I could only hope that I would not be asked to remove the scarf.

I also hoped RIn had other Comms/Sigs personnel aboard. They are somewhat important to the ship. I sat down crossed legged (and dressed) on my bed and started reading a book. Some old earth book to do with elves, dragons, wizards, and dwarfs.

[Shiva]

Raina Matthews

I nodded and gave a quick salute. "Yes Ma'am." I said curtly before I started towards where I had set my things. Thankfully I had only unpacked a change of clothes, so I just shoved those back in my bag before I threw it over my shoulder. "Oh, by the way, 'God' was a rather humorous choice of name for your sidearm." I commented in a mildly casual tone, though it still had respect in it. I wanted to make slight conversation but I really didn't want to set her off by being disrespectful. Normally, I wouldn't care what my superiors thought about my attitude. But then again, most of my superiors won't bring down 'The Wrath Of God' on me. I double checked to make sure I didn't forget anything. I was always leaving things everywhere. One time I had left my Netscreen sitting at a table in a bar. Thankfully the guy who owned the bar knew me and let me know it was there before anyone was able to steal it.

Eli Matthews

God I hate ships... And flying... And pretty much anything to do with heights. I'm a tech, I'm supposed to sit at a desk all day hacking people. It had been a really long time since I had actually been out in the field. Though I supposed they would probably need a tech somewhere along the line on this mission. I had a miniature spaz out when I heard a loud snap, and quickly turned around. I calmed down when I realized it was just my bunkmate. I hadn't noticed her when I came though. I really need to stop this whole spacing out thing or else I'm going to end up as forgetful as Raina. "Oh, sorry I didn't realize you were here." I said apologetically to the girl, who I assumed to be Abbie Laukkanen.

[Demon Grave]

Eric Fenris "Wolf" and Captain Chris

(Eric)

I sit up as Chris pulls out a deck of cards. I get a mischievous grin upon my face. "We talking Texas Hold'em, Blackjack, Tonk, Rummy, Trash, Speed, Slapjack? I can go on if you wish." I say with a bit of a laugh. Then looking around I find a small folded table in a closet, slapping it open between to two beds.

(Chris)

"Let’s go for a nice round of blackjack." I give myself two cards before giving him two. I then grab my two shot glasses and full them both with whiskey. I look at Eric and grin." He who loses must either tell a war story or drink. Sounds agree able?"

(Eric)

"Deal," I say, still holding a grin on my face. "But if we're gonna do this, then we're doing it the right way," I add before pulling out my own bottle and putting it on the table with a good thump. "Eighty proof, bottom of the barrel, old fashioned whiskey. You won't find any better," I say before pouring two shots before flipping my cards over. A queen and a two, which makes twelve. I'll wait to see his cards before making a move.

(Chris)

I look at my cards and a little smile appears on my face. I then show him the cards." Queen and an ace. So either take a shot or give me a goddamn war story." I then lay back and look at Eric’s pissed of face.

(Eric)

"Not so fast, Sir," I say, still smiling. "I get a draw," I add before taking a card off the top of the deck. A four, that's sixteen. I draw one more, holding it face down on the table, eyes locked on Captain Chris before flipping it over. Looking down at the card I groan in dismay. A big fat eight of hearts staring in my face. "Blasted luck! Never around when I need it!" I exclaim with a laugh before taking my shot. Pounding the glass on the table once it was empty. "New round, my deal," I say as I pour a fresh shot and shuffling the cards.

About fifteen shots in I start feeling a little fuzzy and barely paying attention to my cards, and more upon my attempt to sing raunchy marching cadences. Something about Eskimo girls and cold boobs. On top of all that Lea was barking and howling with me, making the whole thing even more encouraging.

(Chris)

I had been losing way too much. What was it 30? 50? I didn't remember. All I knew was that I wanted to sing!
Eric was already starting a new match. But I was done with that." wait wait, Let me get some music!" I turn to my music player and turn on and old but good song.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y.. I then turn around and hum with the tune. Then the singer starts singing. I ignore all code and conduct. Probably because I’m drunk as hell and start singing. I look at Eric and hope he joins.

(Eric)

I took a large drink from my bottle, completely forgoing the shot glasses as the act of pouring the small glasses was too much. Slamming the bottle down onto the table with a very satisfied sigh, I knocked the cards all over the place. I watched them as they scattered over the floor before lazily drifting my gaze over to Captain Chris who was singing a new song. I didn't know the song at all but I found myself still singing along.

After a while though I was standing up, barely, and looking around the small room. My bottle of whiskey held tightly in my bionic hand. "Hey! Captain! Permission to search this tub for a guitar!" I said to Chris, a lopsided smile on my face and a very sloppy salute.

(Chris)

Eric and I sang for some time. We sounded horrible and the dog made it even worse. I then fell on my bed and laughed like a total idiot. Clearly I had drunk way too much. But if the ship was gonna explode; he would be too drunk to feel it. Eric then asked me if he could get a guitar. I stand up and say." That's a great idea! *hick* Hick*. I'm coming along though or else *hick you would make it only worse. hick"

(Eric)

"Aye aye Captain!" I say very loudly before stumbling out of the room and into the main halls of the ship. "Now....where the ehll is that guitar!?" I yell as I pull open random compartments in search of one. Lea trailing closely behind, her tail wagging as her master's drunken joy infects her as well. I take another quick drink of whiskey before starting to sing very loudly yet another perverted military marching cadence. This one about how after the bombs fall the women will run to remove their cloths for the hero soldier.

(Chris)

My head was starting to hurt. Apparently singing and screaming a lot is not that good for you. I started to stumble a bit holding my head." Hey man my head is like dying right now. Apparently your booze was to strong. I then felt a familiar feeling." So I eh will see you later."
I ran off trying to find a toilet. After running for a few minutes I finally found one. I walked up to the toilet. Closed the door behind me and started puking everything I had.

(A colab between myself and @boomlover )

[Rekaigan]

Abbie Kaapo Laukkanen

I turned in my chair to see the person who had decided to greet me after he had just noticed my presence in the room. To be fair on him, I don't really have a very strong presence, but the door is literally a few meters behind me.. Anyway.. "Nice to meet you too, Eli" I responded in a somewhat blank tone, pronouncing his name as 'Ellie'. Odds are, I'm wrong, but it was more of a small joke. "Before we start our wonderful bunk-mate relationship, I have one rule. Don't touch my stuff." I said in a serious tone, pausing before I continued with a cheeky smirk on my face. "Although, touching me isn't entirely off limits.". That last part was also a joke, or rather a half-joke. Might as well lighten up the mood before the serious stuff starts, right?