What did I just see.

Did I really just see people having sex in the alley. Really guys? We’re turning into that kind of town?

Minus the coat.

Minus the coat.

Guns & Dogs | Morgan & Carter

carter-the-fire-starter:

By the end of the impromptu conversation, Carter had been accused of not only sleeping with one of his well known acquaintances, but it was also insinuated that he hated the girl which he hardly knew. He’d tried to explain that for the same reason she’d not known or remembered his name, he had no reason to carry any animosity towards her. Hate wasn’t something that he felt towards anyone or anything. Maybe there was some bitterness, anger hidden under all that, but it wasn’t directed at anyone in particular, unless there actually was a higher power. The only thing which really gave the man any reason to have such feelings was the loss of his family. That hole in his heart was the only thing which caused him pain and frustration, and the only person he ever hated was himself for not having been able to save them somehow. Even if there was nothing he could’ve done.

Shaking his head free of any grim thoughts, the security officer made his way through the rest of Alpha Sector. He’d lift a hand to wipe at his forehead absently—brushing away the beads of sweat which had formed and were now slicking down his skin. The internal temp of his body was riding high after Carter left his jacket with the Moriarty girl, the fluctuations of his emotions always caused his powers to react. Normally he was a levelheaded man, not just because he was taught to be polite as a child, but because he had to be, otherwise the inferno within him would rage out of control. Carter hadn’t lied about having a personal heating system, because his entire body was capable of staying warm. It was the keeping cool part which was hard for him sometimes. Which was what that jacket provided him with, the intuitive body temperature regulation unit helped to manage how hot the wearer’s core temp was, constantly trying to keep him within normal levels. The girl wouldn’t be in any danger of freezing or overheating so long as she kept that heavy coat wrapped about her.

Why Carter had given her his jacket was beyond him, because it wasn’t like she was the only one suffering. The rest of this section was freezing just like she was. Yet he’d felt sorry for her, even after hearing that mouth of hers carry on like it did. He could understand her frustration, even forgive her for taking it out on someone who was innocent, he just couldn’t help but judge her for what kind of outlook she seemed to have on the world. At least what he’d been able to glimpse through their first and only dialogue. It was something he was used to seeing, all those who lived in this sector feeling as if they’re better than everyone else, glaring down their noses at those below them; which irked him more than a little bit at times because that wasn’t how he was brought up. His father and grandfather had made sure Carter knew how hard everyone worked, and it was something easy to teach the boy while in such close contact with the people responsible for maintaining Novum. After so many years it seemed that people forgot that everyone was here for a reason, well almost everyone. There were some who’d bought their way onto the floating city. But even they provided something, even if it was only money.

Maybe it was fact that he was lost in his own thoughts, but Carter hadn’t realized that he all but finished his rounds like a mindless drone. His feet were already leading him back to the Moriarty household when that fact hit him in the brain. The last stretch of distance to the entrance of the living quarters would be done while fully conscious of the destination, stopping at the door before pressing the intercom button, raising his eyes up to the holo recorder which would no doubt capture his image for display. “Reporting back for that escort to the market, Miss Moriarty, whenever you’re ready” With hands clasp behind his back, the head of security for Novum would stand in front of the door, awaiting the woman he wasn’t entirely sure why he was even concerned about.

Cold wasn’t the word. Cold was an understatement - freezing, was an understatement. Morgans teeth were chattering so loud she could barely hear herself thinking. “Why…” why did the heat always have to go out at night. Night, not in the day, never in the day when it would be moderately warmer or when she was at work. Nah, the coils had to crap out in the middle of the night when it was already freezing. Morgan wasn’t fond of the cold regularly, but when it dropped to the point of the pipes icing and her fingers turning blue? There was a serious problem. “Stupid.” she growled low, kicking the little portable heater that was doing nothing more than teasing her with the idea of warmth.

It wasn’t long after that when she found her unexpected hero; Carter Jensen, coming to the rescue with a coat. Yes, a simple coat - a coat with it’s own heating properties and the ability to regulate her body completely but a coat never the less.

The sudden rise in temperature sent shivers through her body, luckily Carter had already taken off at this point and she was pushing back into her house. “This is a nice jacket…” she huffed and cuddled into it, huge and comfortable. It was a nice Jacket, she had never seen one like it. She’d never really had a need for it, Morgan wasn’t one to spend much time outside in the cold but clearly she’d need to consider investing in one. “Toasty.” she’d make a low cooing sound, curling up on the couch and wrapping herself into the warm fabric. It was very damn comfortable, and she literally fit inside it. Having zipped it up all the way, she tucked her arms and legs inside and cuddled up against a pillow, nuzzling the cool face of it while enjoying the heat coming from the coat. It was the perfect contrast, just enough to let her nod off.  The fact that it smelled absolutely fantastic didn’t hurt. The fact it smelled an awful lot like him hadn’t clicked yet…

Honestly, Morgan had no idea how long she’d been asleep but a sudden bang woke her up. “Hnnnnnn.” she growled, rolling around and ignoring the sound. When the same crash came again but louder she jumped off the couch and stood, wrapped tightly in that jacket and staring toward the back door. “The hell…” Morgan pursed her lips and moved toward the banging; which only got louder and louder. There was someone standing at her back door. “Not even going there…” she wasn’t quite that stupid. However, for a long time she stood there staring into the blackness, watching the trace of fingers down the window. Thank god those things were shatter-proof. Then, the sound of Carters voice rolling through her house made her jump. “CHRIST!” she huffed, leaning over with a hand to her chest before straightening herself out and heading for the front door - having already decided not to bring up the thing she’d just seen.

Slow…” she yanked the door open and pushed by him, taking off down the street. She would have greeted him with a normal hello had she not been so on edge. But, being around the city’s defender did manage to calm her nerves rather quickly. “Thanks for the coat though.” She noted, nodding over at the tall man. “And walking me.” it wasn’t in his job description really, this wasn’t something he had to do, this was out of the kindness of his heart - and yet, she was being nothing but a bitch. The walk wasn’t particularly long, or particularly dangerous, Morgan just wasn’t fond of wandering the roads this late at night.

Coming up on the Lexor she cracked a bright smile, throwing up her hands like ‘thank god!’ then dropped them back down, not even noticing that one had gripped his and she was trying to tug him along behind her while running full speed (in heels, no less) toward the building. Barely even looking where she was going, Morgan made a B-line for the bar and hopped the counter; the tender long since retired for the night. “Drinks?” she asked, grabbing two glasses and a bottle of whiskey, not exactly giving him a chance to decline.

Artist: awolnation
Song: "sail substep"
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Nope, Chuck Testa Claire Tesla.

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Finally, done work.

Who’s going to buy me a drink? My throat is sore from all that singing. 

Sang for six hours straight last night.

hollandgrey:

saidthespider-tothefly:


Gosh, what gave you that idea? 

You know what? I think I should be getting back to the lab right about now. Break’s over and I have work to do.

Good luck with that then.

Sang for six hours straight last night.

hollandgrey:

saidthespider-tothefly:

Well that sounds fun… 

Sarcastic, are we?


Gosh, what gave you that idea?