legionworld | Action

Who| Fareeha and You!
What| Post mission chillaxing
Where| Little Cairo Coffee Shop in Fareeha's habitation region
When| Post To Have And To Hold mission
Warnings/Notes| n\a

Fareeha had been left with a few things to think about, in light of her mission with Junkrat and a later conversation with Jack. She's inundated with conflicting emotions, none of them strong enough to rule out their resisting counterpart, but enough that there's a constant muzz in her head that she's trying to feel out. She had enjoyed her time with Junkrat, but should she have? Is she letting her guard down too much? But, she's never felt quite so at ease with herself in a long while. The mission itself offered some moral hesitance, and while she went through with it in the end, she wondered what that meant about the stability of her own morals, and what Legion might hold for her in the future.

She's not quite hiding, but she's spending a bit more time at the coffee house in her habitat than on the Legion ship. Feel free to hit her up for a conversation or a free coffee or tea (or milk tea boba, the newest item on the menu!).

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He takes the half-sphere first to pull the ring out, and the puts it down so he can hold her hand with one oversized mechanical hand and his warmer one actually slipping the ring onto her finger. He won't let her go after that, though--he slips his fingers between hers, his black-lacquered nails on pale fingers contrasting with her tanned skin as he gives her an assertive squeeze.

For all of this talk about not following the standard, at the end of the day, he still gets to wear his ring on the correct hand.

"Ta breaking conventions," he declares with a grin -- a contented one, not one of the ones that threaten to break his face. But a beat of realization hits, and his grin falls into one of startled realization as he lets her hand go.

"What am I doin'?! I can't toast without a drink." It's a more subtle joke than his usual, but the silent punchline is screaming in his joker's smirk: breaking conventions, indeed. "Autta get somethin' ordered before they kick me for loiterin', yeah?"

Not that Fareeha's habitat would ever kick him out.

She makes a mental note to ask him to do her own nails sometime; she could field strip a pistol in record time but she's not sure if she's ever had a manicure ...

She chuckles as he goes off to get a drink, settling back on her cushion and taking up her own tea, watching him and waiting for the moment he sees the newest item on the menu board.

It takes him a while, admittedly, because he is going through all the options before landing on milk tea with boba. His reaction is immediate, hopping delightedly on one peg leg and foot with his arms balled up in fists and held up to his chest as he orders. He calms down while he waits for it to get made--sort of, still bouncing on his heel--and takes a curious sip of it when it finally comes out.

He giggles. Made to perfection!

Junkrat returns to his cushion in front of Fareeha. "It's weird," he says, tilting the sealed cup to the side and examining it. "Not the kinda place I'd expect ta serve this kinda thing."

He takes another mouthful, and he seems like he's totally ignorant that he might be the entire reason why it's there in the first place.

...but after a moment, he looks up at Fareeha with a sly, knowing little shine in his eye when he brings the drink away from his mouth as he chews on tapioca pearls.

Fareeha calmly sips her tea, watching his unfettered joy as he finds and orders his milk tea with boba. By the time it arrives and he's joining her again she's wearing a full on smirk.

That was one shoe dropped, now she waits to see if the other -- and, yes. She grins back at him with a chuckle as he enjoys his tapioca. "Thought you might appreciate that."

"Ya spoil me," he agrees with a full mouth. As if he hadn't just given her a handmade wedding ring he'd spent hours on. "Really oughtta know better than ta spoil rats, mate. That's how they develop behavioral problems."

He titters. Right, like his behavior could get any worse than it has been.

"So, treats for positive reinforcement only?" She grins at him over her tea.

"Somethin' like that."

He winks.

There's something more suggestive here than it sounds.

She raises her brows at that wink, blushing slightly, and choosing not to comment at the present moment.

But it does raise a few questions. She finishes her tea and sets the mug down.

"So ... what now? Do we move to Egypt or Australia?"

"Uh..."

Junkrat practically recoils at the question. Is she asking how they're going to live communally? He holds up his free hand defensively.

"P-p-pretty sure we're stuck on this ship either way...!"

He lets out a nervous laugh.

Fareeha can't help it, she chuckles lightly at his response, and gives him a little wave while she collects herself.

"I was joking, Jamison. I know we're here for the long haul."

Oh, good. He's an awfully private person, despite how outgoing and friendly he is, if the mines surrounding his camper are indication. While he doesn't mind spending a few one-off nights sleeping in the same bed as Fareeha, living together is another story.

He makes a relieved titter.

"In that place--ya got a place that serves food here? Could go fer some Egyptian grub, at the very least."

It's one thing they have in common; she enjoys her time with him, but he is intense. Having a place of her own to retire to if she needs is a comforting thought.

"Unfortunately, I didn't think to add a restaurant. There's the cafe, and the opera house." There are some foodstuffs here but not a full spread. She looks a little sheepish. "Oops."

"Awh, shame."

He shrugs as he takes a sip of his tea. It's not that big of a deal, really.

"Been a tic since I've had authentic shawarma." A beat. "Oh, right, but there's no meat here. Hmm...samosas then? Oooh! How about mahshi waraq inab?"

His pronunciation could use some work--a lot of work--but it's impressive that he can remember it at all.

"I mean--in case ya ever wanted ta add a place here."

"I could make that happen, couldn't I?" She sits back and looks around. She forgot just how much freedom they got in this place, really, but it was her habitat, she should add some more things to make it truly feel like home.

And she's not going to school him on his pronunciation, she just appreciates that he tries. "What about your habitat? Are you going to fit in some traditional Aussie fare at any point?"

"Absolutely not," he immediately retorts, cheerful despite having immediately shut the idea down. "Any Oz-style barbecue in me habitat is gonna be made with me own hands, thank you very much! Don't want some simulated competition makin' people think they can just walk in on me territory willy-nilly."

You know, if the land mines weren't indication to begin with.

"Good point." Somehow she knew that was going to be the answer. "We could go out and find something to eat elsewhere, if you're hungry?"

She reaches up to start brushing off some of the remaining epsom salt; it's been long enough that she can't ignore how much of a mess he made.

"Yeah, I'm peckish."

He pushes himself up to stand and takes a half step towards Fareeha, laughing lightheartedly at her attempts to brush off the salt.

"Ya could just wash it away, ya know. It's just salt."

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