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Officially unofficial unofficially official...officially

unofficially official;

Dating...isn't what you'd consider the two of you doing. You're just close. Close enough to spend time together, do things you both enjoy, eat together, talk about problems, cuddle, and kiss, possibly. And you don't do most of these things with other people.

Okay.

Okay, so maybe you are dating. But do you need to disclose this fact to everyone else, or at least acknowledge it amongst yourselves -

If you even realize it, that is. It's possible this whole "a couple" status has snuck up on you. Theoretically, at least.

...how did that happen?

Easy peasy: comment with those prefs and info, cuties.
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(Would love a Liam for this bu OTA)

How you want your eggs?

[The sound came more like a rumble and a growl than it did an actual question, coming from the kitchen area. A grizzled, gnarled face glanced around the corner at her with a single raised eyebrow. There was familiarity in the way he spoke that didn't match any chain of command. Of course, the days when she could coolly order him around were as far gone as were the paychecks he used to command from her former employer.

Not like it was a big deal. They'd both stashed enough back in hidden bank accounts somewhere that they were basically set for life. And, after you'd killed god-knew how many things together, you just sort of eventually got comfortable. Shepherd had Tali. He was pretty sure a few of the others had hooked up at some point. And he'd always had a bad habit of going for the dangerous women. How Miranda'd come to put up with his usual demeanor, he'd never know.]

Just 'bout out of Tabasco, in case you were wanting that. Shipment won't be in until next week.