<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fc/d5/b0/fcd5b04e2458fff93763a1fb265e7967.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Malcolm Thomas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779733#msg15779733)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Human<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Engineering Gimp<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 20th, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Black tank top & loose black pants w/ boots.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Kalanhai Bottom Deck | Engineering<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Huh...What?<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Flo<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>His lips twitched as he witnessed her realization of what she'd been doing, part of him amused by the fact that she'd been unconscious of her own actions, and another part annoyed with himself for putting a stop to them.  Now that he'd made her aware of the small touches, he assumed she would cease doing them, probably actively, which also meant that she would be self-conscious and he kicked himself mentally for<em>that</em>as well.  Ah, but at least she continued to set him up for interesting quips that kept the conversation precisely on the subject he liked best...at least at the moment.<br/><br/>"Oh, I think you'll find that there are a good deal of human women who enjoy having their chests prodded, and I personally can think of no more comforting place to lay my head than a woman's chest."  His eyes very deliberately dipped to unabashedly admire hers when her arms folded beneath her breasts, then rising again with a grin as she turned away to lead him toward the elevator.  A chuckle rose in his throat and he waited until she'd pressed the button, leaning against the wall and folding his own arms across his chest, as he answered her in one thoughtful, teasing breath.<br/><br/>"Surely, in your role as the req officer, I could simply bunk with you until such time as a new bed could be procured, Florinthia.  Isn't that part of your responsibility?"  His eyes twinkled with undisguised amusement as he spoke, voice all but caressing the air, voice lowered and deepened as he apparently failed to get the memo about not actively flirting.  His eyes remained on her face for a moment, before dropping to the mech arm draped over the flesh one, then back up with a small shrug, despite the faint twitch of his jaw.<br/><br/>"The same place I got the rest of my scars.  Mindoir."