breakingmyheart | 2.20 - Voice + Spam

[Spam for Edward Nygma]

[There's always a moment, a blurry few seconds between the end of a breach and the recollection of all that came before - time her mind spends reconciling the person she was during the flood and the person it knows her to truly be. The previous few days remain in as sharp relief as any other three days of her life - the rest rapidly begins to fade.

This time she was asleep when the ship righted itself, which adds an extra layer of confusion to the proceedings. She'd been in her apartment in Aeris Navem, she remembers inviting her lover and his archfoe with neither being aware that she'd have another visitor, she remembers a glass of wine and a little opium - not enough to blunt her memory or anyone's judgement, as such - and a conversation that concluded with her and Megamind and Edward.

As in. With Megamind and Edward.

Which means she's probably the last Torchwood agent to cross 'inadvisable threesome' off their sexual misadventures list.

She feels her cheeks burning and then it becomes evident that her face isn't the only source of heat in the room. (Her room, thank God for small mercies, with her clothes scattered across the floor in combination with a green suit.) She shifts very slightly, and two things become evident: firstly, she's naked. Secondly, hers is not the only naked body on her (thankfully, unfolded and hence more spacious than usual) sofabed.

Green suit. She already knows who it is but she rolls onto her side anyway and sees Edward, very close and apparently still asleep.

The blanket isn't really big enough for two people. Stealing it feels unkind and relinquishing it simply isn't happening. She clears her throat very quietly.]

Edward? Edward. Wake up.

[Stripped of the equipment and most of the space, her cabin is little more than a white-tiled cell and the sofabed is really the only furniture in there but someone else finding out how pathetically she lives is the last thing on her mind right now.]

[Public - Voice - Shortly after this thread]

[Tosh is not having a brilliant post-breach hangover. She sounds like she's either just finished crying or is trying very hard not to start.]

Megamind's dead. It - it looks like he was strangled, he has…he has claw marks, on his neck. There's - it smells like seawater, around where he was left and leading away.

I'm taking him to the Infirmary.

[She doesn't add 'can somebody please deal with the fact that there's possibly a new Inmate wandering around murdering people', firstly because she hopes it'll be taken as read and secondly because she doesn't think she can say it without losing it. The feed cuts off.]

[Spam for Megamind and also Bruce Banner a little]

[He's lighter than she is, and Tosh is barely stronger than average for her size but her mind feels so shot it doesn't even occur to her to ask for a stretcher or wait for one. Instead she carries him to the Infirmary, his body cradled against hers, the De-Gun settled in his lap.

Once she's got him in and settled in one of the empty beds she's got a little business of her own to attend to, but once that's done she's back at Megamind's bedside and waiting for him to come around.]

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[Eddie's awakening is sudden, and it takes clarity longer to filter though the memories of who he had been and who he currently was. He isn't in Toshiko's room, is his first thought, oblivious to how incorrect he really is. He had been in Toshiko's room, with -- with Megamind, hadn't he? And where were his goggles, why could he see without them? Why was it so quiet? He was pressing himself to the back of the couch before consciously prompting movement, trying to find something to understand in his surroundings. And he does, a second later, looking down at his naked form, and then turning his head to look at a similarly clothless Toshiko.

...Well then.]

Ah. Miss Sato. Or would that be too formal right now? Toshiko.

[His gaze lingers on her for a moment too long, much to his embarrassment, and he uncomfortably runs a hand over a scarred shoulder while glancing to the clothes strewn across the floor. There isn't much point in trying to hide his imperfections now, he supposes, but he will need to put on a shirt soon.]

I'm extremely cold.

There's no heating in here. Erm.

[She knows, rationally, that she shouldn't be selfconscious. He's seen her naked. He's - done quite a bit more than see. But it wasn't exactly her and it wasn't exactly him and all she'd like to do right now is just dematerialise. And even though she's not really consciously aware of the way his eyes linger, she feels her cheeks heat up that little bit more.]

Our clothes are - do you mind?

[She moves to sit up and if he's a decent human being his options are to close his eyes or turn away.]

[Before she can rise out from under the blankets, he lifts a hand, halting her. Not touching, just hovering near her arm.]

Stay under the covers. I'll retrieve them.

[It would be very rude of him to let her go padding around naked for their clothes. He waits long enough for her to look away, before pushing the blanket off himself and setting his feet on the floor. It's freezing. It really is far too cold in her cabin.]

You should consider having a heater installed. It can't be terribly comfortable, living in these conditions.

[It's a very spartan room, he notices, as he removes himself from the bed to retrieve their clothes.]

The heating unit was somewhere else in the building. It -- doesn't bother me.

[She hears him take a few steps away from the sofabed, and clearly the last few days have completely shot her self-control because she catches herself taking a tiny little peek in his direction while his back's turned. Just out of academic curiosity. Just to check that she -

Ah. Yes. She does still find him attractive.

That's awkward.]

[There's lingerie on the floor, and Edward spends a while wondering just how to pick it up without making this more awkward than it needs to be.]

If we're to go by lab conditions, I suppose it is appropriate for an intellectual.

[Eventually he pulls on his briefs and pants and simply scoops up the clothes, as well as the lingerie, dumping them on the bed next to Toshiko. Sitting back on the edge of the bed, he sorts through his own pile for his undershirt.]

Mm. [She frets for a few seconds, then her selfconsciousness is swallowed up by the fact that she'd already like today to be over and fussing about modesty isn't making the time pass any faster. In one slightly jerky movement she just shoves the blanket off her and stands up up, pulling on her knickers and then fiddling with her bra. Now she wishes there was heating. Her fingertips feel numb. Vague nervousness makes her run her mouth.]

It never used to be a problem when this place was filled with computers anyway, if anything it was too hot in the summer months, but...well.

This is a little too spacious, even for a demotion. There would have been no harm in allowing you some more furniture.

[Was this the Admiral's way of punishing Toshiko for her takeover? He could be unusually mean, at times.

He pulls on his undershirt, making sure not to jostle the sofabed too much as he moves.]

This is all the furniture there was. Except - [She nods over to the workstation tables and a couple of steel-framed office chairs.] This was my workplace, not my home, but I slept here every so often so I suppose it counted.

[She finally manages to get her bra hooked and steps into her jeans, bending over to pull them up.]

I suppose I ought to bring it up with Jesse, but...

[She just trails off, because the best she can offer is 'that would involve talking to Jesse'.]

[Eddie almost looks over his shoulder, just to arch an eyebrow at her. He stops himself before he can, though.]

Would you like an advocate...?

[Inmate or not, he could be diplomatic, he could be a very good speaker. Perhaps that was what Toshiko needed until she could get back on her feet.]

No, no, that's - kind of you, but it's fine. [She forces out a short, rather bleak laugh.] I just need to get over myself, really.

[She shrugs into her blouse and starts buttoning.]

...Thank you.

[Next is his shirt and his pants, and he has to stand up to pull on the latter.]

In that case, I hope your cabin will be more hospitable for my next visit.

[She glances over at him.]

Your - next visit?

[The 'you're going to have to explain this' tone couldn't be clearer.]

I'll be by -- let's say Friday. Friday night.

[He would have preferred the afternoon, but she seems to work all day.]

Oh - our linguistics work. Of course. [She looks down, realises she's misbuttoned a couple of times and goes about fixing herself up.] You know, I really don't think anyone'll mind if you'd rather come to the library.

My preference is your cabin. In matters of education, the more private the location, the more likely it is I will favor it.

[He's about done, missing only his shoes and hat. By now, Toshiko must be dressed, so he turns to look at her.]

How do you like your coffee? Or do you prefer tea?

[She is! Also minus her shoes, but really who cares about that.]

Er - coffee. White, no sugar. [Why are you asking.]

And where do I deliver this coffee? The library?

[All dressed, he stands, smoothing his palms down his jacket to remove any visible creases.]

It's...where I'm going to be for most of the day.

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