Title: RAW BOOBA [or, it's original title, 'lowercase screaming']
Rating: G
Warnings: Cursing, homogays
Summary: After escaping to the underground, Bernard and Dingo have a little chat.
OR, Dingo being Dingo and Bernard trying to flirt.
"Stars above.." Dingo grumbles. He crouches down beside Bernard, not fully sitting like the other was. You always had to be prepared to run in a situation like this.
"..This place is more dangerous than we thought, huh?" Bernard chuckles, letting his shoulders drop.
"Yeah, no shit." Dingo laughs a little too, his guard dropping slightly at Bernard's relaxed nature.
Bernard gets a cheeky look on his face. "..At least the weather's nice, eh?- Ow!"
"You deserved that!" Dingo laughs even more now, pulling his fist back. Just a playful punch, for a dumbass comment.
"Pfftt, sure. Maybe you should use those 'mighty fists' of yours on any creatures down here." Bernard is practically staring at him, with that charming little grin of his..
God, stop being gay, Dingo.
"I will!" He chuckles, feeling his face turn hot. "I've kept myself out of danger many times. I'm sure it'll be easy to protect you."
"You sound very sure of yourself."
"..That's not a bad thing, is it?" Dingo side-eyes him.
"Oh, no, no! I like that." Bernard nods, looking a bit red himself.. Must just be the lighting.
"Right. I'll keep that in mind." He crosses his arms, trying to look cool.
For a moment, they sit in silence. It's kind of- no, like, entirely- awkward. Bernard fiddles with his gloves, while Dingo pretends he isn't staring.
Despite how dark and imposing the underground is, it's pretty peaceful. Just quiet, and the occasional squeaking of Bernard picking at his gloves.
"Y'know.. this planet is pretty fascinating, and I'm not even big on things like that. All the strange creatures, and giant plants and stuff? Fascinating." Bernard rambles.
"Oh, yeah, I mean.. It's way different from where I'm from." Dingo replies, still watching him closely.
The pilot nods. "You're from.. Ohri, right?"
"Yep. Born and raised."
That was so fucking cringe.
Bernard didn't seem bothered, just nodding again. "What's it like?"
"Ehh, it's kind of boring. Like, plenty of cities, plenty of small towns.. Everyone's nice, I guess. But there isn't really anything special about it."
"Really? Hard to believe, you seem pretty special." Bernard chuckles, looking up from his gloves.
"That's why there's nothin' special about it- 'Cause I left." He shrugs.
"Ah, of course." Bernard laughs.
"We have some weird plants and all that the further into the countryside you get, but not this huge stuff. We get some tourism for unique.. err, flora? Like flowers and vegetables and shit? If this place wasn't so dangerous, it'd be full of plant-freaks clamouring to study it."
He usually doesn't get to talk this much about anything, nevermind where he's from.
"Oh yeah, this place would be full of scientists! Plenty of beautiful things here."
He looks directly at Dingo when he says that, but the implied flirtatiousness seems to fly over the others head.
"..Uh, maybe a little off-topic, but I'm hungry."
"Fuck, me too." Dingo sighs. "You'd think they'd make some way for us to eat with these things on." He taps his helmet. "Sure would be helpful."
Bernard nods. "Not like we have food, but, yeah. Can't wait to eat. I'd give anything for a warm bowl of rice right now."
Humming in agreement, Dingo finally sits down, leaning back against the wall. "That, or some biscuits."
Nothing has happened so far, and his knees ache, so.. Why shouldn't he relax a little? Talk about random shit?
"Even if we don't have any food, and we're running from danger, and our mission went to shit.. I'm glad you're here with me. I know ya like to go all solo, but you're.. pretty good company, Dingo." Bernard's voice is softer, a little more genuine. He turns to look at Dingo, a smile on his face.
"..You're not that bad either, I guess." Dingo mumbles, not looking Bernard in the eyes [as if he could with those shades..].
Bernard chuffs, crossing his arms and leaning his head back.
"So, you wanna tell me about where you're from? Dingo looks up, offering a small smile to him.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, of course! How do I start-" Out of nowhere, there's a noise that echoes through the area. A fairly loud noise at that, cutting Bernard off and making Dingo immediately stand up.
It sounded a bit like something shattering.
"What the fuck..?" Bernard speaks in a hushed voice, quickly getting up as well.
"I don't know. Just.. stay quiet for a sec, yeah?" Dingo stands in front of him in a protective stance.
He nods, looking around cautiously. A few more noises, this time they sound a bit like talking. Neither can make out any of the words though.
"We should move. It could be one of those leaflings." He whispers, turning over his shoulder. Gosh, he was so close..
Damnit, stop being gay! Not the time!
"Right. I'm relying on you to keep us safe if we run into them, got it?" Bernard smiles, still somehow able to stay lighthearted in a dangerous situation.
Even if he prefers his solo missions, he can't deny he likes Bernard's company.
He just wishes he would've said that before.
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