Trooper Station - Saturday

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

Roy had caught one of the troopers that morning playing games on what the guy called a Nintendo. Which was kind of an interesting little piece of technology and it was just because he should get used to this world's technology - please ignore that he wasn't going anywhere near a computer for his paperwork - that he made the trooper explain how to use it.

So now he was behind the front desk, playing something called 'Advance Wars: Dark Conflicts'. And he wasn't amused that Trak made him think of Havoc or that the O'Brian character needed an eyepatch. As did Sigusmundo. And a sword.

((Open. Been wanting to do this for ages.))

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[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"And Adama's relentless," she countered. "He still swings by my office all the time and he's not even in my class."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

Well Ed was more trying to ignore Roy. "He must really like you," he teased.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Kerrigan said, picking up something on the desk -- what did people leave on these front desks? "That must be it."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

Mostly papers and stuff to write really. Sometimes donuts too, but fresh one from the box, not stale. "You don't think so?" he asked with a grin.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

Kerrigan fiddled with the bizarre pen. She hoped it was a pen. She couldn't quite tell. "He comes by mostly to annoy me."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"And if he didn't really like you, he wouldn't bother," Roy smirked. "He's a teenage boy."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Don't ruin a good student bitch with your logic," she muttered, holding up the pen and peering at it. "It's impolite."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

Roy chuckled. "I apologise," he said sincerely. "You're more than welcome to continue the bitching."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Nah, now you broke it." She clicked the... clicky end. Huh. Guess it really was a pen. "Can't bitch."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"Now I feel terribly bad about breaking the bitching," he sighed. "You might have to finish that game for me."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Now you're even being lazy about your own entertainment," she said, casting the pen back down on the desk. "That takes skill."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"I'm very skilled," he said smugly, not quite meaning the lazy part.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"At some things," she said, dryly. And so very much meaning the lazy part.

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

Good thing he was confident in all of his abilities. "I'm glad we agree."

It was only because she knew what he was thinking why this was so much fun, really.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"We don't agree," she said, dryly. "Stop using head stuff against me."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"I'm annoying you because I like you," he said with a grin, trying not to laugh.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Your maturity is heartwarming." She shot him a glare.

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

Nope, he was used to getting glared at. "Isn't it just? I know you find it endearing."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Don't flatter yourself."

She reached back for the pen like it was a deadly weapon.

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"Or you're going to write on my head?" he challenged.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"I could stab you with this," she said, dryly, clicking open the pen. "I really could. You should be grateful I'm not."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"I know you could, but I don't think you want to," he told her.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

She muttered something under her breath, then threw the pen at his forehead.

Unclicked, of course.

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"Ow," he complained, rubbing at his forehead dramatically. "See?"

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Baby." She pushed off the desk.