"So, I got a question," Tanno began.
"What now?" Aric grumbled, kicking his feet up on Garza's desk.
"Calm down; it's not that bad this time-"
"This time," Jemsyn echoed from his spot on Elara's lap.
"Yeah, yeah," Tanno waved them off, "Question: does Jorgan count as a himbo?" The cathar opened one of his eyes, glaring. Elara looked thoughtful.
"This Gand's gut reaction is to say yes." Yuun said conversationally, not looking up from the radio he was fiddling with.
"No." Elara said definitively, then to Jem, "Get up, love." The mirialan slid off her lap and hopped up on top the desk. Elara nipped out of the room for a moment and came back with a whiteboard.
"Now a himbo," she said, "Must be kind, beefy, and stupid..."
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General Elin Garza was late, something that was beginning to happen with alarming frequency. She was late to a meeting and so, knowing her top squad, the entirety of Havoc was likely to be loafing around in her office.
And lo and behold, when she gets there, all, save Jorgan, are cross legged (or equivalent) on the floor, listening to Dorne give a presentation. M1-4X looks to her as she enters. Jorgan on the other hand is asleep in her chair.
"Any questions?" Dorne finishes. Calomel's hand goes up.
"Do I want to know?" Garza cuts in. Dorne startles, salutes.
"My apologies, General-" she begins, but Garza waves her off, looking instead to the diagram on the whiteboard.
"Qualifications for being a himbo," Garza reads off, "What's the end diagnoses?" She asks, curious.
"Jorgan's too smart, Vik's too mean, and I'm a fucking twink," Calomel says without hesitation.
She can't help it; she laughs. Calomel gives her that ridiculous grin of his, looking incredibly pleased with himself.
(She kicks him on her way to her desk and he gives her an exaggerated pout.)