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HOUSE #1470
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 "You've reached Carol Danvers, aka Captain Marvel. I'm not here, leave a message!

If it's urgent... uh. Leave it urgently."


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[she runs her hand along the wall as she follows the sound of his voice further in, fingers tracing contours, feeling for the heat and the hum that she knows so well from flying a thousand kinds of ship into space; quinjets, kree warships, shi'ar cruisers. she doesn't find it here. it can't fly, he'd said, and she understands the bittersweetness in that, feels a little bit of it herself. sympathy, one pilot to another, one spacefarer to another.

still, when carol emerges onto the bridge, sees him there (in his element, as much as she's ever seen him), it's with the stupidest grin on her face, the stupidest light in her eyes, the stupidest ball of warmth growing in her chest.]

It's beautiful.

[she wants to hug him, maybe, show him how overwhelmingly happy she is for him, but there's an important fact to check before anything else.]

What's she called?

[shoubai]

[ for the first time in three months, he feels at ease. he feels relaxed, he feels at home. surrounded by the low hum of machinery, the pervasive scent of oil and steel and wood and the ozone burn of circuitry and screens. it shows in his posture, his smile, his laugh. even if they're land-locked, nowhere near space, it's something. it's the closest thing to home he can find in this place. ]

The Kairinmaru! The beauty and pride of the fleet! You won't find a finer merchant vessel this side of the galaxy!

[ boasts, bright and proud, and not a whit of shame about it. he'll boast and brag about his company, his crew, all day until he's hoarse. ]

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I bet.

[kairinmaru, the chances of her actually remembering that are pretty slim, but that's okay; carol plans on having many more conversations with him about this ship.

but as for the one already at hand.]

How fast? What does she run on?

[and then, a note of almost childlike reverence and excitement fluttering very close to the surface:]

Can I see the engines?

[shoubai]

[ he's getting a sneaking suspicion that he may well find carol and his ship run off one day, an elopement most amazing. he wouldn't be the least bit surprised.

probably. ]

Of course you can. It's not much to look at right now, none of the ship's main cores or power stations are running, but--

[ he takes a step away from the chair, heads for the door. ]

No harm in a peek, right?

[whizbangs]

No harm at all.

[and she falls into step beside him, with a last cursory glance around the bridge, thinking I'll be back for you later. elopement is probably a safe bet, all things considered.

carol's boots tap-tap along, left arm jostling in its sling, and her face loses not one iota of its jubilance as she walks.]

So tell me, anyway, how long have you been the eminent spacefaring businessman I see before me?