When she finally looks up again, she slowly smirks, which turns into snickers, and she's shaking her head wryly at her date.
"Just about. And then I'm going to PINpoint onto the surface of Pluto and not come out until Bog Bot over there leaves."
"My audio input devices are burning!" calls Kryten from somewhere deep in the fridge, plastic derriere the only thing truly visible of him.
"No they aren't. Not yet, anyway!" she calls back, in that same brittle tone. But it's the sort of teasing that old bitchy friends do, old bitch friends who can put each other on blast at the blink of an eye. Kryten and Hippolyta have basically been co-mothering the twins since the day they were born, and the mech takes his position very seriously.
Hips turns back to Katsuya, and drops her forehead onto his lapel, right above his heart.
"I take back what I said about getting drunk. I'm going to have all the scotch."
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Date: 2018-03-28 02:21 am (UTC)"Just about. And then I'm going to PINpoint onto the surface of Pluto and not come out until Bog Bot over there leaves."
"My audio input devices are burning!" calls Kryten from somewhere deep in the fridge, plastic derriere the only thing truly visible of him.
"No they aren't. Not yet, anyway!" she calls back, in that same brittle tone. But it's the sort of teasing that old bitchy friends do, old bitch friends who can put each other on blast at the blink of an eye. Kryten and Hippolyta have basically been co-mothering the twins since the day they were born, and the mech takes his position very seriously.
Hips turns back to Katsuya, and drops her forehead onto his lapel, right above his heart.
"I take back what I said about getting drunk. I'm going to have all the scotch."