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In the Navigation room, Red was sitting there, with thoughts clouding their mind. The one that struck Red the most was the fact they were so lonely!
It isn’t easy being a captain. They have all these people that depend on them, and they have to live up to all these expectations and rules. The worst, though? They’re always stuck in this room, except for sometimes, these smaller breaks. Maybe they’re longer than Red gives credit for, but when they’re around all these people, time just moves faster.
They stare out into the endless void in front of them, hands kept steady on the yoke, occasionally turning or moving when there was a celestial object. It was so under-stimulating having to sit here and barely move, considering they were back on a steady path to Industria already. Though, Red can’t complain much, as this is kind of what they signed up for.
Yet, it still does upset them. It’s quiet, and they constantly are staring and watching out for every little thing out there. They miss when they’re with Purple. Purple’s different from them, much less of a pussy, and Red really likes that. Red really likes Purple generally.
They keep staring, before a sigh involuntarily escapes them. The journey ahead seems clear for now, and Purple probably hasn’t no reason to be staring at the cameras. Purp’s just as lonely as them, they bet. To be a good captain is to help everyone on that ship, including their head of security—captain to the rescue! Of Purple!
Red spins around in their chair and sits up, taking one last glance to the array of stars and invisible galaxies behind them, and walking out the door. They close it behind them, and happily walk themself over to the security room, catching a few curious glances from the crew members around.
Red eventually makes their way to the security room, and ever-so boldly opens that door. “Oh, Purp’s!” Red calls out, in this sing-song voice. Purple sighs almost immediately at the sound of Red’s voice, which makes Red chuckle awkwardly. A sigh of loneliness, it must be!
Red skips in, closes the door behind them, and makes way to beside Purple. Their eyes glaze over the monitors in front of Purple, nothing. Did Purp’s really love staring at nobody doing anything? Strange! Red clears their throat. “I figured you must have missed me, so here I am! To keep you company.” They settle themself on the floor—not like there was another place they could sit.
Purple tears their eyes off of the screen to look at their captain, sitting on the floor next to them. “What gave you that idea?” Their voice was flat, dripping with something akin to exhaustion. Or, perhaps, a sense of being fed-up with Red.
Red looks back up at Purple, meeting their eyes. “I don’t see why you wouldn’t be missing me?” Red’s tone was genuinely confused. It wasn’t that they were just being an arrogant asshole, it came off as they really did think Purple, of all people, would be missing Red.
Purple stares at Red for a second, soaking in their words. All that Red earns in response is a hum, and Purple turning back to their computer. It isn’t exactly confirmation Purple did miss Red, but it isn’t denial too. It brings a cheeky grin to Red’s face, but Red doesn’t push any further.
Red and Purple sit there in silence, besides the occasional click of Purple changing the camera they’re viewing and the hum of the monitors before them. Red is entranced by the monitors, staring at them while Purple flicks through them. Honestly, it would be nice to be Security. This sounds much more fun. You get to people watch, and you see real time footage of the Skeld, even though it’s all in black and white.
“Purp’s, do you really not like this job?” Red starts, gaining a pause from a now-listening purple. “It doesn’t seem that bad.” And they mean that. You don’t have that much priority like a captain does, and you can just relax and watch. Maybe it would get boring, but right now, it doesn’t feel like it. Red actually feels like they could sit here for hours.
Purple grunts. “No, I don’t.” They lean forward and place their head on the heel of their palm, looking down at the table. “It sucks. I mean, who would want to look at a computer all day? A black-and-white one at that.” They complain, curling and uncurling their fingers as their gaze sweeps over their desk.
“I would.” Red mumbles, still looking up, although Purple is starting to block the view. He makes a rough noise, tilting his head to get a view of the cameras again. He gazes back at the security guard, who’s now giving him a look.
Purple stares at him again. (Why do they do that so much?) “Good for you.” They grumble, sitting up straight again. Red can be quite annoying. If they liked this job so much, why wouldn’t they take it themself?! Oh right, income. Probably.
Red and Purple both go quiet again. They both stare at the screen, although one with much more enjoyment. Even though Red is staring at that screen, their mind is somewhere else. They don’t really understand why Purple wouldn’t like this.
Purple doesn’t like most things. Purple likes things that don’t involve Red. It kind of makes Red sad, but it’s alright. They’re making it up to Purple right now, aren’t they? Sitting in this room with them.
Purple is good at what they do, even if they don’t like it, Red thinks. Purple is pretty cool at a lot of stuff. Red admires Purple a lot, and it’s embarrassing, because Purple should be admiring Red. They’re the captain after all, they do what the crew wants, they’re great at what they do. However, Purple doesn’t need a handbook. Purple knows what they’re doing. Purple is pretty awesome.
Red shifts on their position on the floor and wince. “Uncomfortable…” They mutter, mostly to themself, but they broke the silence again. Purple glances back at Red again, annoyed.
“Then why sit on the floor?” Purple gestures with their eyes. Red, not expecting a response, jolts and looks at Purple. They let out a surely awkward, maybe even nervous giggle at Purple’s passive aggressive questioning.
“Because where else would I sit?” Red gives a dumb smile to Purple, and they can see the way it ticks off Purple more. They giggle again, looking away. They’re about to make another comment when Purple sighs.
“For the love of…” Purple reaches down, and hoists Red up. Red was expecting being put in some seat they didn’t think was there, or forced to stand, instead Purple placed Red on their lap. Red looks down at where they were sitting, which was one leg of Purple’s.
It wasn’t something they were expecting. They, dumbly, keep staring down for just a few seconds. They weren’t complaining though. The security room was cold, and the floor was rough, and Purple is comfortable and rather warm. They look back up at Purple now. Almost instantly, Red’s cheeks were hot and flushing.
Purple tilts their head at Red. “Better now?” Red adjusts themself on their lap, before leaning on Purple. They place their head onto Purple’s shoulder, nuzzling their own head into position.
Red hums. “Yeah…” Red was absolutely content in this position. Purple doesn’t seem to think much of it, and they go back to their little thing... Red adjusts their body, slinging their arm around Purple’s neck, and closing their eyes.
Red questions why Purple did this. It was out of the blue, something Red wouldn’t predict, and something Red absolutely loved. Red was getting lonely back in their headquarters, and this was amazing. It’s better than any dating sim Red could play to possibly make up the fact that they often get lonely.
“Mmm...” Red hums into Purple’s neck, nuzzling their face in further. Purple gently wraps one arm around Red’s waist, holding them against themself, which Red doesn’t mind.
Sure, it could be embarrassing if someone were to walk in on them. It would be. In fact, Red would rather die than have that happen to them, but they really don’t mind all that much. Not right now. They missed Purple so much.
Red sighs, the hum of the computer starting to lull them, and they feel less and less of a need to open their eyes. In their state of drowsiness, the idea of someone walking in and seeing them is completely an impossible factor. It wouldn’t happen.
“Purp’s?” Red calls, their voice heavy with somnolent.
“Yes?” Purple responds, their voice ever-so pretty, as always.
Red shifts again, nervous. Purple’s so tense. “I was lonely.” They confess, even though it was something Red wouldn’t have said on their own.
Purple starts stroking Red’s back, running their hand slowly up and down it, soothingly so. “Yeah?” They keep their voice low, as soft as Purple’s voice can get. Which usually wasn’t much soft at all.
Red was cute. Purple wouldn’t usually admit this either, but when they aren’t running their mouth and being a jerk to them, they’re quite cute. Purple leans their head against Red’s. Red seems to relax further as Purple does so.
“Yeah.” They repeat Purple, voice just as soft. “You’re always so busy, you should visit your captain in the navigation room more…” They mumble without a direction. Red’s hand slides from Purple’s shoulder down to the collar of Purple’s shirt, they start to run their fingers along it. “Will you, Purp’s? I’d like that.”
As Red talks, Purple nods through their statements. “Maybe I will.” Purple probably doesn’t have the time to. When everything goes normal, and Red goes back to being their usual arrogant self, Purple would probably get scolded by Red for not being at security when anything goes wrong.
They get a nod from Red afterwards. “Purp’s?” Red calls again, looking up from Purple’s shoulder. Purple meets Red’s eyes, waiting for them to continue. “…I’m lonely.” They repeat themself, searching Purple’s eyes for any judgment.
Luckily for both of them, there wasn’t any. Purple nods. “You said that, Red.” Purple’s hand travels up Red’s back to the back of Red’s head, pushing it back into their shoulder. “You think too much. Just… let me do this.”
They comb their fingers through Red’s hair. Shockingly, it was quite soft. Red rests their head back into Purple, the hand on their collar going down to grab at their tie and play around with it. Purple makes no move to stop them.
Red lets out a whine. “Help me?...” They’re so needy. Even when they’re tired, they don’t seem to lose that part of themself. Nor the commanding part. It’s sweet, though.
“I am helping you, Redsie.” Purple hums to Red, catching a tuft of Red’s hair in their finger and twirling it. Purple can’t help but think Red is pathetic… Not that it’s a bad thing. Red’s almost like a puppy. They tilt their head and press a kiss to Red’s forehead, gaining a giddy giggle from the captain below them.
When Purple tries to turn their head back to their screen, Red grabs their face and turns it back to them. “Do it again?” Their eyes were big and pleading.
Purple cocks their eyebrow, but they lean in and press a kiss to Red’s cheek this time. Red almost keens as Purple does so, leaning into the peck Purple offers despite how short the time was.
They really love that attention. Purple is always so busy, and they’re always staring at something that isn’t their captain. They should pay more attention to him. They don’t kiss him enough, Red thinks. Red’s been depraved of it.
Once Purple pulls back, Red keeps their hand on Purple’s face, keeping it looking at them. “Again?” They request, rubbing Purple’s cheek. They wanted this so much... They love this attention so much.
Purple cocks their head. “Again?” They echo off of Red, just to be met with an eager nod from Red. Purple’s lips curl subconsciously at the eagerness from red, and so they lean down and kiss their other cheek. It’s just another peck, ending just as quickly as it started. They hum. “How many times are you wanting me to kiss you here?”
The giddiness was written on Red’s face, really. “All the times?” Red suggests, basking in the attention Purple is giving them.
Purple half-heartedly chuckles, shrugging it off and kissing their nose, pressing a line of kisses back up to their forehead. Red slides their hand down back to Purple’s shoulder, still fiddling with Purple’s tie.
They pepper a couple of kisses around Red’s face—their jaw, their cheeks, their forehead... They make their way to Red’s mouth, eyeing it.
Purple hesitates on the idea of lip-to-lip, even though it wouldn’t be a first for them. Their voice is soft, intimate between each other. “Can I?” They gesture to Red’s lips.
Red tilts their head. “Can you what?” It was ever innocent, and Purple huffs. This idiot.
“Kiss you on the lips, Redsie.” Purple places their hand that was once on the back of Red’s head on Red’s cheek. Red’s face turns a darker shade of red out of embarrassment.
They breathed. “Oh.” Red looks at Purple’s lips, and they bite their own bottom lip for just a second, nervous. “I didn’t think you’d ask, Purp’s…” Red mutters, embarrassed.
This idiot. “Yes or no, Red?” Purple pushes, just to be met with a small, meager nod from Red. With the permission, Purple stops hesitating, tilting their head and pressing both of their lips together.
It takes a second for Red to respond back to the kiss, their eyes widening despite that they were asked, but a mutual pressure is eventually applied. It was a rather slow kiss, Purple having taking their time with Red. Purple hums against their lips, subconsciously grabbing at Red’s waist and pulling Red in closer. They rub Red’s sides, to which Red replies by pressing their lips deeper into Purple’s.
Purple’s lips were soft. It was nice. Just as soft as their hand pressed against their cheek. Red likes the warmth of the kiss, too… Red’s always been a sucker for warm things, whether that be a more cozy spot or Purple’s hands and body. Whatever it is, Red shuffles closer to Purple.
They stay like that with their lips locked for a few minutes, a blush having had crept up on Purple’s face during the few seconds they’d led the kiss. Red is the first to pull back, and they both breathe a bit heavier than they were before. Red looks to the side, back at the desk.
“Was that good?” They shyly murmur. Red’s, admittedly, insecure and frankly scared about underselling it, as they can be with almost everything. It’s hard not to be scared with their reputation.
Purple scoffs at the question. “It was fine, dork.” They turn their head back to their screen, the hand on Red’s cheek traveling to wrap around Red’s waist. “You worry too much.”
Red melts back onto Purple, occasionally touching their lips as if to feel Purple’s against them again. If Purple was concerned about Red overthinking, they wouldn’t have to worry about that too much anymore. After the confirmation that it was a good kiss, it’s all Red can think about, really.
Purple’s hands supporting their head.. The breath slightly tickling Red’s skin as they kissed… The way their sides got rubbed… How is Purple this attractive? How does Purple so easily make Red so smitten for them?
They’d do that again as many times as Purple wanted. They aren’t exactly sure what them and Purple are, whether that be friends or lovers, but Purple always gave them butterflies when they did things like that. Red wishes they could understand Purple more—understand what they’re thinking when they look at them…
…Right, no time to overthink.
Red huffs. “Sorry.” It was a weak apology. Red wasn’t really one for apologies.
Purple tilts their head onto Red’s again as they do they work. “For…?”
“Worrying too much?…” Red mumbles shyly.
Purple huffs again. “You’re worrying over worrying now.” They rub their back, rubbing the side of their head onto Red’s. “Don’t think about it.” They lean and kiss Red’s forehead.
Red smiles when their forehead is kissed. It’s better than being lonely.