to tie up loose ends to make amends

[skort]

WHO: supertorso & battothefuture
WHERE: Terry's apartment.
WHEN: Sometime around today-ish? Today being Thursday.
WARNINGS: ... Possibility of some violence.
SUMMARY: Kara and Terry were gonna try again after their failed notadate. But then he got exPorted and never called, so she stops by. SHIT HAPPENS.
FORMAT: Quick to start, can do whatever after.

[ It starts like this: Terry and Kara parted ways and agreed to try again for coffee. But there was never a 'Hey, how does tomorrow sound' from his end and Kara was just this side of shy and worried about this whole friendship with a civilian thing that she wasn't sure she could call him about coffee.

But when she'd seen neither hide nor hair of him on the Network for a while, she got a little worried. She wasn't sure picking up the phone and going 'You're not dead, right?' was the kind of thing one did, so she didn't act on it, instead keeping eyes and ears out should he show up anywhere.

On the other hand, though, if she was just patrolling and happened to be in the area, she could stop by and knock on his door, right? Just... checking in. She could say she lost his number, wanted to make sure he and the dog were okay. And wanted to see the dog again. Yeah, that would work.

Which is how she ends up standing in front of his door, wishing terribly her x-ray vision could penetrate lead. One hand raises and knocks gently, so as not to... accidentally break anything. Because that would be bad. And she'd have to buy him a new door. ]

Terry? You home?

[ Wait a little bit, then knock again, a little harder this time. Maybe it was too soft of a knock. Just because she had superhearing... ] Terry?

[ More knocking. She pauses again and then knocks just a little too hard, knocking the door off its... surprisingly sturdy hinges. ]

Oh, crap! Ohcrapohcrap! Terry! If you're home, I'm sorry I broke your door. ... if you're not, I'm sorry for breaking and entering to fix your door...

[ She moves the broken door aside so she can step into the apartment and... freezes. Because that— that stuff can't be what she thinks it is. It just can't be. ]

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[battothefuture]

[He raises an eyebrow when he comes back in.]

Getting a bit hot for you?

[skort]

It just feels strange to be wearing this with something on top of it.

[ She smiles a little and walks over to stand in front of him, letting her fingertips brush lightly against where the tape is under his shirt. ]

How are the ribs feeling?

[battothefuture]

[He grins]

All right. Actually, I was just thinking it was time to go take the tape off again for a while. Can help you heal a bit faster, but if you just leave it on it can cause problems.

You wanna help with that too?

[His look is more a smirk than a smile by now, mildly suggestive.]

[skort]

[ FLUSHES and scowls. ] I'll get you next time, Gadget.

[ pause. ] But if you do actually need help, I'll help you.

[battothefuture]

[He laughs]

Don't count on it. And I should be fine. Unless, of course, you want to.

[His tone, inflection, and the way he drags the words out makes the sentence sound obscene.]

[skort]

[ Turning red just a little more, though she's still scowling. ]

Not with you leering like that.

[battothefuture]

[Terry laughs again, kisses the end of her nose on impulse, and vanishes into his room. Once there, he takes off the tape (ow went his ribs when he breathed experimentally, and Terry pulled a little face).

After a moment of thought, he comes back without his shirt, which is potentially dangerous, but probably nothing will come of it.]

Okay.

[skort]

[ She still standing there with a 'what just happened' expression on her face when Terry walks in without a shirt.

The flush that had been gone from her cheeks before? Is now back in full force. So she quickly looks away and sits back down by the game board. ]

So, uh. Whose turn was it again?

[battothefuture]

[He shrugs]

I lost track.

[skort]

[ She is trying very hard not to look at his shirtlessness. ]

So what now? Do you want to just... flip a coin. See who goes next?

[battothefuture]

[He shrugs again, and smiles]

If you want to, sure.

[skort]

I asked you what you wanted to do, you know.

Besides, I don't have a coin.

[battothefuture]

I'd have to go dig one up. We could roll for it instead.

[skort]

That works.

[ She grabs the dice and rolls. 10. Sweet. ]

... Okay, I can't help but mention the elephant in the room. Is the shirtless thing just to one up me or what?

[battothefuture]

[He smiles.]

I figure you lost your sweatshirt, so....

[skort]

There's a lot of difference between my costume's top and being shirtless.

[battothefuture]

Best I could do under the circumstances.

Anyway, I figured this was war. All's fair and all that.

[skort]

What, you don't own a tank top?

... You do know the other half of that phrase, right?

[battothefuture]

And?

[skort]

Just checking.

[battothefuture]

You suggesting anything?

[skort]

Didn't we have this conversation already?

[battothefuture]

Sure, half an hour ago. Or however long it was.

And?

[skort]

And what was said still stands, unless in the past half-hour something on your end has changed dramatically. And considering we haven't had any more deep, past-sharing discussions, though, I'm gonna guess it's still the same.

[battothefuture]

The point is that it was mostly my side of the conversation. Now it's your turn.