“I am so fucking sick,” the front door slams the wall when Kar thrusts it open, making you flinch and nearly drop the faulty blast compartmentalizer and screwdriver you’re using to tighten a bolt, “of these flighty, nook-billed vermin that pick battles and then expect me to fight them!”
“Having problems with the avialae again, darling?” you ask, putting your parts down and taking the magnifying clip off your glasses.
He huffs, closing the door with enough force to rattle the porcelain plates stacked in the food preparation block. Then, abruptly as he entered, he’s moving from his rooted position in the entryway to slide into your lap, wrapping his arms around your neck so he can let out a muffled scream into year shoulder. You nuzzle the top of his head, politely ignoring (for the moment) that you’re groin-to-groin, and say, “Well, at least my meeting to secure my weapon supply contract for that Fleet officer went well.”
“Did I fucking ask about your day?” he says in a low, venomous tone, flicking the back of the bottom tine of your left fin. “Because if I wanted to hear about how you managed to get some low-ranking nooksniffer to do ceremonial dances in fields of wildflowers and make daisy chains with you while taking periodic breaks to suck your bulge and call you pretty, I would’ve made some sort of mention that I care.”
You make a wounded noise, low in your throat, but you how he doesn’t really mean it—Kar just yells at things to unwind, and often that thing is you. It’s your duty to put up with it, seeing as he dealt with all of your mopey shit back at the beginning, and it would be a lot harder if you didn’t find his rants adorable most of the time.
Adorable in a pants-shittingly terrifying way, that is. You would’ve liked to see Kar in command of soldiers, he’d probably have a mutiny-free record and the ability to scream enemy captains into submission.
He sighs, long and hard, so you leave a peck on his jawline and reach around him to start cleaning up your gun repair stuff. Once it’s all neatly tucked away in one of your many tool cases, you get up, Kar’s legs clenching around your torso as always to get a good gri—
And the Particlestuck oneshot trilogy draws to a close. You could probably understand most of this without reading the previous two, but if you’d like to catch up, the first one is ashes and the second is stardust.