Truth or Dare!

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mako mori | pacific rim | OTA

[fissions]

[suicidemission]

[ He leans back, boots kicked up on her desk, and smirks. ]

Dare.

[fissions]

[ Oh, she's never expected otherwise, not from him, and Mako decides to get right down to brass tacks. ]

Tell one person in this Shatterdome that you appreciate them, and give them a hug. And it mustn't be Striker. Or Max.

[ Simple enough, right? Because, really, it'd be fascinating to see the look on the face of whoever he's decided to spring this on. (One of the engineers, possibly?) ]

[suicidemission]

[ ... this is just dirty.

But.

Far be it from Chuck to balk on a dare. ]

Not Striker or Max? [ He rubs his fingers over his chin; he needs to shave, but not overly so, and there's the faint hiss of skin over whiskers. ]

[fissions]

[ All's fair, Hansen; what were you thinking when you went with 'dare'? Day-old stubble is a good look on him, she supposes -- although she would never tell him that. The man will gloat. ]

Neither. [ She confirms. Then, quite innocently (not), because she knows the value of his pride. ]

You could always forfeit, if it's too difficult.

[suicidemission]

[ He was thinking that he forgot Mako Mori can be ruthless with her dares. ]

Don't be stupid. [ He's not going to forfeit. Fuck that. She just ensured that he won't forfeit. ]

Alright. [ He kicks his feet down from her desk and gets up, dusting his pants off before reaching and jerking her out of the chair and crushing her to his frame in the worlds most awkward hug. ]

You.

[fissions]

[ Yes, well. This is Mako Mori contemplating the importance of caveats, and she's quite positive it's because she's the one person closest in proximity to him. Ambushing a mechanical engineer, for one, required the coverage of about fifty paces and a pointed throat-clearing.

And, she supposes, a conversation Chuck would rather have a root canal over.

Still, it takes her by surprise -- not so much the hug, but the inadvertent skip of her pulse. She forgets to respond, for a moment or two, before she returns the hug, murmuring, ]

That's cheating.

[suicidemission]

[ Can you imagine what that poor engineer would think? Chuck Hansen randomly coming up, giving him a hug, telling him he's appreciated? He'd probably have a heart attack -- and he could never tell anyone. No one would believe him. ]

'S not cheating. [ He looks down at her, indignant, brows lifted. ]

You said someone not Striker, not Max. Here we are.

[ Hugging, with his palms splayed over her back, warm and tangible. Ahem. ]

[fissions]

[ You know, that was what she was counting on. Not to be mean, but it would be amusing, and wouldn't that just make someone's day (or terrify them; the jury's still out on that one).

At any rate, he's a startlingly good hugger, broad and strong and so impossibly warm that it's hard not to take particular notice. ]

Fair enough. [ And it's muffled into his shoulder because she's not very tall, and he's built like a soldier. (And it's really, really nice.) Cheeks unreasonably warm for such simple contact, Mako squeezes him briefly, then clears her throat, and gets the vague impression that somehow, there was some variation of the 'turnabout is fair play' principle involved in one way or another. ]

...So, my turn.

[suicidemission]

[ ...She fits nicely against him, like this is right where they're supposed to be, slotted up against one another like this. He's distracted by the way her hair smells too, because he's got the perfect angle to bury his face in her hair and simply inhale, except she's clearing his throat and he's just made this awkward.

He lets her go and backs away, sitting back into his chair and folding his arms. ]

Truth or dare, Mori.

[fissions]

[ Funny, because Mako's been thinking the exact same thing; a heartbeat longer, and maybe she would have done something she'd regret (or not), but she'll never know, and when Chuck pulls away she finds herself missing it. Or maybe the Shatterdome's particularly chilly today. Who knows? ]

Dare. [ Because why not? ]

[suicidemission]

[ Yeah he...had to let go, because if he didn't he would've done something monumentally stupid, like tell her her hair smells pretty or something equally dumb.

Mercifully, he has a distraction now. He thinks on it for a moment, then a particularly wicked smile curves his lips upwards. ]

Find someone in this 'dome that you've been hiding something from, and confess one thing.