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The whole ship could always tell when Kid was going to be pissy for the day; he made it so obvious. When he woke up and the sound of thumping was loud enough to be heard by most, that was a sign things were gonna be bad for the day, that thought usually confirmed by some remarkably loud grumbling. Today was one of those predictably bad days, the afternoon beginning with loud cursing and a thump so loud it startled at least half the ship and alerted them that he had awoken. You even heard it yourself from your room, and you rolled your eyes, knowing you'd be expected to calm him down today. He was your boyfriend after all.
"I can fix him. Everyone else will just have to suffer with his attitude for a little bit." You groaned, rolling over in your bed. "What did these poor fools do before me?"
There was loads more clamor to follow your captain's late awakening, and what sounded like him dropping his prosthetic arm several times before a magnetic hum and thunk sound signified that he had gotten it on. For being a walking magnet, he sure had one of the most difficult times dealing with his arm. For the sake of your sanity, you decided to hang back in your room for a while and think of the best way to calm your cranky captain and lover down. He'd surely give you a headache if you went out there right now. You just had to hope he wouldn't be too much to handle for a while.
You had maybe twenty minutes of peace before Kid's outbursts had become too much for the others. The knock at your door pulled you from your brainstorming, and you sat upright in your bed when you heard the door creak open to see who it was. Very few crew members were allowed entry without your verbal approval, so you weren't surprised when Heat stepped into your room. He looked… concerned, which caused you to roll your eyes and sit forward with your head in your hand, groaning audibly.
"Oh boy… What news to you bring to me in regards to my lovely darling Kid?" You dared to ask, looking up at Heat through your fingers.
"Well… So far he's bitched everyone out. Killer is currently attempting to keep him calm. Who knows how long that will last though; he's pretty insistent and hard headed." Heat informed you.
"Bless Killer and all he does for us." You sighed. "Okay, I have an idea on how to get him to chill out. I'll be out there in fifteen minutes tops."
"Good to hear. Hopefully he won't rip anyone's head off in the meantime." Heat chuckled. "I should get back to Killer though. Last I checked he was going for the beer, and you know how he gets after one too many tankards of that."
"Oh boy do I ever." You said with a shake of your head. "Fifteen minutes. I promise."
Heat took your word and left you alone in your room once again. When the clamor outside had returned to a muffle, you groaned and hauled yourself off of your bed and padded over to to your dresser, reaching behind a specific drawer to pull out your hidden stash of bud. A few joints should do the trick to calm Kid down from his more than likely nonsensical hissy fit. With a content sigh, you took advantage of these last moments of peace and rolled up five joints in no time flat, sliding four of them in a neat little tin and the fifth behind your ear. It only took you ten minutes to do so thanks to muscle memory, and it was a damn good thing you were quick because something else came crashing down around you, nearly startling the weed out of your hands.
"What a grumpy bitch." You huffed, sliding your joint tin into your back pocket. "Poor Killer… Alright, my turn then."
With a sigh, you shoved your door open and made your way up to the deck where you could hear Kid's voice coming from. By the time you got there, you had heard the word 'no' come from Killer's mouth several times. Sure enough, Killer stood blocking the door to the booze storage, turning Kid away every time he attempted to go for a beer. Any time the redhead tried to magnetize the door off of its hinges to get in, someone else who was nearby would step in and scold him just enough to stop him. The group shaming method worked well on your fool of a captain, but it wouldn't last forever.
"Move Killer. Let me cope with this shitty fuckin' day with one shitty fuckin' beer!" Kid demanded, practically fuming.
"I just don't think it's a good idea for you to start drinking while you're still mad…" Killer calmly suggested.
"Why not??"
"Because you're already angry, so we don't need to add 'rampaging idiot' to the mix of adjectives to describe you." You interjected, walking into the fray. "You need to calm the fuck down, Kid."
The redhead's brow twitched, and a vein damn near popped out of his forehead when he whipped around to face you. "Calm down?? You want me to fuckin' caLM DO-" Kid cut himself off when he noticed the joint you had put between your fingers, watching as you waved it very deliberately at him. "… Oh."
"Yeah, I would like you to calm down. You need to before you pop a blood vessel, so c'mere." You told him, stepping backwards with a gesture for him to follow.
He let out a low grumble, staring at you for a moment while others watched on in silence, worried for the response their captain may possibly give. Those who were worried simply weren't familiar with your relationship though, as they had no reason to be worried at all. Kid let out a puff of air and stopped trying to ransack the booze storage, stepping away and letting you take his hand to lead him even further away. Relief washed over the unfamiliar few, and Killer nodded at you in thanks' Kid already being noticeably less tense. You mouthed that you would handle him before you led him off too his room to bring his simmering rage out of the open atmosphere.
"Listen, Kid, I don't know why you're so pissy right now, but you can't take it out on your crew, or a damn pint." You huffed.
"Oh so weed is any better?" Kid challenged you as you tugged him into his room.
"In this case, yes, because you're an asshole when you're drink so you'll just end up even more upset instead of feeling better. That's counterproductive. Have a joint with me instead and ease your soul, babe. Don't fuckin fuel your own hellfire and calm down." You told him with crossed arms.
He stared at you for a good moment again, huffing because he knew you were right. This was why he loved you; you were never afraid to say shit as it was to him, and you levelled out a lot of his hectic thoughts this way. You were too perfect to him.
"Fine. You're right." He admitted.
"Glad to see you've come to your senses." You huffed. "Now go ahead and get comfy. Take off that damn arm of yours you spent so long tryna get on too. No need for it."
With a bit of a groan, Kid acknowledged your request and let his arm drop down to the ground again, deliberately this time. Next he tossed his goggles onto his desk and tugged his shirt and coat off before stretching like he had just shrugged off the weight of the world.
"Really? I said get comfortable, not strip." You chuckled, looking him up and down.
"This is comfortable." He insisted. "Besides, you don't seem to be too upset by this choice of mine."
"Oh shush."
You gave him a shove right in the middle of his chest, toppling him over onto his bed. He laughed at you, already much more relaxed as you crawled up on top of him, straddling his hips while you pulled a lighter out of your pocket to spark life into your joint. Kid backed up a little to lean against the wall more comfortably while he held you at your hip, watching you light up the joint with admiration in his eyes.
"Do a couple deep breaths for me. Get some air into that meaty head of yours so you can have an easier time calming down." You instructed.
"What? No. That's stupid." He huffed.
"Do it."
He rolled his eyes at you and started with an elongated sigh.
"Yes, I'll accept the dramatic sigh as one. Now take a couple more." You chuckled.
Something always compelled Kid to listen to you, so he took those deep breaths while you took a couple drags on the joint you just lit. By the time he had started on his third breath, you leaned down and exhaled some of your smoke into his mouth, sealing his lips with a kiss like no other. He let out a pleased hum, his grip on you tightening a little while he melted into your lead. The remainder of the smoke puffed out of your noses while you kissed so sweetly, only stopping when you needed to take a proper breath of air. When you pulled away, smoke curled between you, and you looked down at him so lovingly you could say he looked shy in comparison.
"Mmm, you're already doing much better." You hummed.
"Tsk… Just gimme the joint." He mumbled.
"About time you asked for it."
With the joint still between your fingers, you brought it over to his lips and let him take it with his mouth. Biting it a bit, he took it and a drag from it all in one go; which impressed you quite a bit. It wasn't often someone could take a drag with no hands.
"Wow, look at you~. No hands~" You pointed out.
"You haven't really given me any other choice, babe." He replied, giving you a squeeze around your waist again. "I've only got one arm, and I ain't lettin' go of ya."
"Aw, how sweet of you~" You giggled, leaning into him. "You're not gonna give that joint back either, are ya?"
"Nope."
"Tsk, ass. Good thing I brought more." You scoffed.
You leaned down further, pressing your chest to his and holding eye contact while you reached into your back pocket and pulled out your case of joints. He raised a brow at you as you leaned back, plucking a fresh joint from the tin before you tossed it over onto his desk.
"Hold still for me and take a drag so I can light mine off of yours." You told him, hovering the tip of your joint centimeters away from his.
"How romantic." He chuckled, still taking that drag.
You sparked your joint off of the tip of his, both of you exhaling a sizeable smoke cloud that curled around your faces. The high already weighing down on the both of you, you mumbled for him to prop up his knees for you to lay back on, to which he did without question. Resting comfortably against his thighs, you placed a free hand over his that still held firm to your hip, tracing over his knuckles while you continued to smoke.
"Mmm, do you have an ashtray anywhere nearby, babe?" You asked.
"No, but…" Kid paused, removing his hand from you for the first time since you sat down to catch a small object that flew across the room with a low hum. "Now I do." He said, revealing that object to be a metal ashtray.
"Nice." You laughed, tapping off your ash into it before he set it down off to the side.
He took a moment to ash his joint as well while his hand was free, and in that moment, you found yourself gazing at the little smile that had come to rest on his hazed expression. It made you chuckle, and that caught his attention, his reddened eyes looking back at you in return.
"What??"
"Ah, nothin'~" You hummed. "You just look like you're doing a lot better now. I'm glad."
"Tch… I suppose I am." He nodded, looking away.
"Aw, you admitted it!" You giggled.
"Only cause it's you." He pouted, finishing off his joint.
A wide smile broke out on your face while he put out his joint. You finished yours off as much as you could before you rested it on the inside edge of the ashtray, leaning forward to reclaim Kid's now free lips as yours again. He hummed in surprise, but was pleased nonetheless, his hand returning to your waist once again. When you broke away, you decided to lay yourself down atop his chest this time instead, looking up at him sweetly.
"I love you too, Kid."
Oh and how you loved the way his cheeks would explode with red after those words; every single time.