[Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who the fuck was this guy, just moving around so quick?
Was he—
Was he pulling off his helmet? Did he want to get stabbed? Was he just trying to make it easier to get wrecked and holed? Because Tucker would wreck him.
Not…not like that.
All the same, his brow furrowed a little more when he realized the guy knew his name; nothing like being at a disadvantage, right? Unless his aimless distress calls were finally answered, and this was Command’s oh-so-gracious answer.
Or maybe this asshole was one of the guys outside, laying seige.]
Who the hell are you? [That deep level of confusion was all over him, in his body, his eyes, his face. He didn’t have a clue.] I get wanting to strip for me, but dude, you’re so not my type.
no subject
Was he—
Was he pulling off his helmet? Did he want to get stabbed? Was he just trying to make it easier to get wrecked and holed? Because Tucker would wreck him.
Not…not like that.
All the same, his brow furrowed a little more when he realized the guy knew his name; nothing like being at a disadvantage, right? Unless his aimless distress calls were finally answered, and this was Command’s oh-so-gracious answer.
Or maybe this asshole was one of the guys outside, laying seige.]
Who the hell are you? [That deep level of confusion was all over him, in his body, his eyes, his face. He didn’t have a clue.] I get wanting to strip for me, but dude, you’re so not my type.