"What the HELL is this!"
It's sitting on my kitchen table, where the damned flowerpot that Shera has should be. It's shiny, it's small, it's square... I've seen dozens of them being carried by kids all over Rocket Town. CDs. Music on a shiny disc, kept in a shiny case.
It's the words that worry me. Fucking "Enya" shit.
She leans into the room from the doorway. I don't know if she's been waiting outside the room, waiting for me to freak out. Well, Shera, here's your freak out.
"Figured some relaxation music would be good for you, Captain."
I glare at that perfectly calm and smirking face. If there was ever a more infuriating woman, than I would go up into space and fucking stay there. Good thing there's only her.
She's close enough now for me to grab her, and I do, firmly by the wrist. She goes down quickly; she's light as a fucking bird, and in my lap where she should be.
"You know I like Enigma better," I whisper before I demonstrate the reasoning for my preference.
I don't think I'll ever get tired of this banter. Damn sneaky woman.
AN: Drabble request from Dominus (Domi ). If you know anything about Enigma the joke is funnier... if not I hope this little scene of domestic untraquility is fun.