closed rp

[deescalate]

[There's been a freak rainstorm on Koboh and Cal has, naturally, gotten caught in it. Which isn't a big deal; he's been stuck in the rain plenty of times and survived just fine.

A cough or some sneezing or the odd sinus infection aren't likely to do him in any time soon. Probably.

And it's still warm, so he's not worried about that. It's the slippery rocks that give him a run for his credits, causing him to focus harder on his climbs and to grip the rocks more fervently. The last thing he needs while clearing out remaining pockets of Raiders or patrolling Imps is a concussion because he slipped.

Not...that it would be the first time for that, either, but it's not his preferred state of being.

Besides, Merrin would never let him live it down, after an initial fussing time make sure he's not in danger of actually dying or anything. Cal realizes, though, that said fussing might not be so bad...

No. No, he's not allowed to crack his head open in the hopes of getting an extra kiss from Merrin. It would hurt. The head-cracking, not the kiss. Maybe. It's Merrin.

All the same, he makes his soggy way back to the Mantis free of head injuries, though he rubs his right wrist, the joints and the muscles starting to act up.]

I'm back.

[He announces himself, unsure if anyone is on board or if they've holed up in the saloon. No matter, he heads back to the engine room to peel off his wet clothes. Let no one say he isn't a little bit responsible!]

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[dathomirs]

[ Merrin had found it too noisy in the saloon for her tastes, so she'd slipped away as soon as it seemed like she wouldn't be missed for a little while. If she'd been expecting Cal to turn up here first, well. That's just a bonus. She hears him come on board and casually makes her way back from what's become her own room now that she travels with him more often than not.

He's most of the way undressed by the time she comes to stand in the doorway, gently clearing her throat to announce her own presence just in case he'd already become lost in thought. ]

I told you it looked like rain.

[deescalate]

[Cal should have had the sense to at least shut the door, but here they are. If it's just Merrin, then he has nothing to worry about, even if his bare chest ends up flushing a little by her presence. Maybe she won't notice if he laughs softly and drags a hand through his damp hair.

(She will absolutely notice. He's pale and scarred and not subtle.)]

Yeah, well. I figured the 'fresher needed a break.

[And though he should continue switching out his clothes for something actually dry, Cal can't help but stand there and just look at Merrin there in the doorway and how put-together she is, compared to the wet mess of himself.]

Maybe you can help me pick out a poncho next time?

[A joke. They both know how much she hates his proclivity for that article of clothing.]