ᴋʀᴡʟɴɢ ɪɴ ᴍʏ sᴋɪɴ--ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇᴀʟ

[CrimsonMoon]

Crimson smiles slighty, he heard of these guys... They were more like a biker gang then a squadron. He climbs up Rook's armor," Hello Van, hello Rook," he chirps, winking at Lucy

[Light]

"Commander Crimson," Van acknowledges as a loud roar erupts from the group. Rook beeps along with them, and seeing the red head, Lucy turns away quickly. The older woman that had been yelling replaces her glass with the metal tankard when she notices her soured mood.

"Its the newbie commander! Congratulations on killing your first toy soldier and clooooosing up the Impenetrable Gate!" she waves her arms before plopping back down on the ground.

[CrimsonMoon]

Crimson laughs and calls," You're drunk, Ma'am!" His legs swinging as he leans back, a large gri on his face," Hi lucy!"

[Light]

"Luuuuucy, he's saying hi," the brunette glowers at the ground for a moment before tipping her head back and taking a drink, her shoulders jumping at the disgusting taste. "... She said she don't know you, and that I need... I need to act like an adult,"

[CrimsonMoon]

" She knows me, she's jus' bein' a grump," he chuckles and crosses his arms," But you may wanna tone down on the drinking, who know when we'll have to jump back into battle?" He leans against Rook, purring, literally

[Light]

"Well... Well she said, that YOOOUUU," she points, leaning back and forth while laughing, "are being a rude pom... Pompous arse," she looks at Lucy, "Need to work on your insults." she grabs the cup from Lucy and downs it, the brunette already hiccupping, "For... For your information, I have permission to do whatever I want as long as I clean up from ZED, cause I... I'm your SENIOR, and that... That means...?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" That means you're my superior in rank, but I'm your superior in insults as well as rap battles... Don't test me," he cackles, patting Rook's head," Lucy, i'm sorry- but You owe me dinner

[Light]

The drunk woman howls, her arms clutching her sides, "Get'em puppy! Defend your mommies honor!" said puppy was pushing herself up, and pointing at Rook and Crimson wobbling, "I don't owe you nothing! In fact... In... I beat you, which means, I'm better than BOOOOTH of you, at... At rap? Yeah," Rook seems to enjoy what was going on, beeping in a happy pitch. "So... You owe me!"

[CrimsonMoon]

" I'll owe you a dinner!" He calls back, smirking and gazing at her with a semi-serious look," So... Dinner? Or your momma's honor?" He smirks

[Light]

"Don't take the cookies! His smile is creepy Puppy, don't take the cooookkkiiiieeessss," the woman hugs Lucy's leg before sliding down to the ground on her front side.

"I... I want..." the jacket on her head slides off, and she waves her arms demandingly, "Food, so you... You take me to dinner, and I... I want dessert, like pie,"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Deal, I'll take ya to one of the good refugee places, the civilians are fantastic with food cuz they can actually practice cookin'," he grins and slides off of Rook, landing heavily but seeming perfectly fine, turning the Commander over," Just so she doesn't drown if she barfs," e explains

[Light]

The woman dozes in her half awake state, and Lucy shakily picks up the red jacket and covers her mothers middle with it, "She usually does tha' in tha morning,"

"Have her back before eleven!" one of the pilots shout over a game of cards, "Or we'll tell the commander you kidnapped the pup,"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Yessir, she's safe with me!" He grins and grabs Lucy's hand, draggig her out," I'll be back in a few hours Van!" He calls, smiling

[Light]

"Yes, Commander Crimson. I will stay and... Observe," he calls after him as the two leave. Lucy latches onto his wrist with her other hand, and makes an effort to keep up, "Slooooow down," she huffs at him, her blue eyes rolling at the back of his head.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Nope," he chirps," You got curfew and I want you to eat good things with me before you gotta sleep," he purrs and pushes open the Hangar's Exit door, leading her down the nearly empty path

[Light]

"Food better be good, or imma go on strike," she declared with a shake of his arm, "And I only have curfew cause you are suspicious,"

[CrimsonMoon]

" How am I suspicious," he laughs, pretending to flip his hair and flashing her an attractive grin, squeezing her hand

[Light]

"That's why," she sighs shaking her head, the red tint to her cheeks from the drink making her look just as frustrated as she sounded, "Makes... Make people... Makes me think your not serious,"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Serious about taking you to dinner?" He asks, moving to the refugee camp, delicious smells curling up from the building

[Light]

"About anything," she brightens, making a small noise of excitement as she quickens her pace, "Noisy goofball,"