Rune has been trying to make himself useful all day long, but mostly getting accustomed to the boat. He's a decent navigator, but they already have one. And he's pretty good at tying knots, but they don't need any of that right now. He tried making himself breakfast and ate burnt, rubbery eggs. He let someone else make lunch.
Finding himself in the last place he hasn't visited, he isn't expecting Agnes to actually talk to him. But he rifles through and plucks out the largest wrench in the box, and hands it over to her. "You the ship mechanic?" he asks. "I'm Rune. Late addition to the crew."
Hopefully, if he introduces himself, none of them will ask further questions.
"I'm a mechanic, yes," Agnes replies as she grabs the wrench and then uses it like a hammer to bang the side of a carburettor to loosen some caked up rust in it. "Not for this ship in particular but that's my role on this little pleasure cruise."
She glances up at him quickly and there's a little bit of a cheshire grin curving at the corners of her mouth.
"You're the stowaway, aren't you? I heard the paparazzi is a bit of a player and can't keep it in his pants." She shakes her head before diving back under the engine. "Don't worry, I'm not going to judge. If you need the dick, you need the dick." Sex isn't all that complicated, is it? "I just hope you're ready for what's at the other side of this gulf."
And he thought he was so smooth, too. Rune freezes and crosses his hands over his chest, despite Agnes telling him she's not judging. After all, it's not like that. Well, okay, it was like that, but it's one thing to have a one night stand and another thing to be spirited off to maybe another country en route to some suicidal mission you didn't sign up for because of one.
"I'm pretty sure I'm not leaving the ship, so that's fine," he says. He's definitely leaving the ship once he realizes the alternative is him being left behind to stand guard as literally all the other highly-trained and powered people are going to go off traipsing into the wilderness instead.
He has no idea how his life got so complicated overnight.
"Oh, you're going to stay in the ship alone?" Agnes asks, glancing at Rune with a quizzical look. "You have some balls on you." She seems to approve.
She uses the wrench the open up the lid of the carburettor, moving it aside as she peers inside. "Hand me the flashlight, pet," she says easily, her hand shooting out from under the engine, her fingers curling in an inviting gesture.
"I'm Agnes. And what do we call you?" She doesn't seem that troubled by the idea that he's been pretty much spirited away from his safe Stockholm. Life tends to have strange things in store for everyone. She's used to that.
He's confused as to what she means by that but doesn't ask to elaborate. Staying on the ship is unsafe? But surely it's where the artillery is and it's where they'll return to at base, right? They won't just. Leave him there all trip, right? And they'll have supplies, he can just stay inside and eat and charge his phone and listen to the five thousand audiobooks that he keeps downloading and not listening to.
Right??
"Um, I'm Rune," he responds, digging through for the flashlight and handing it to her. "What are you trying to fix?" he asks instead, because it's sort of difficult to have a conversation with the lower half of someone's body.
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Finding himself in the last place he hasn't visited, he isn't expecting Agnes to actually talk to him. But he rifles through and plucks out the largest wrench in the box, and hands it over to her. "You the ship mechanic?" he asks. "I'm Rune. Late addition to the crew."
Hopefully, if he introduces himself, none of them will ask further questions.
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She glances up at him quickly and there's a little bit of a cheshire grin curving at the corners of her mouth.
"You're the stowaway, aren't you? I heard the paparazzi is a bit of a player and can't keep it in his pants." She shakes her head before diving back under the engine. "Don't worry, I'm not going to judge. If you need the dick, you need the dick." Sex isn't all that complicated, is it? "I just hope you're ready for what's at the other side of this gulf."
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"I'm pretty sure I'm not leaving the ship, so that's fine," he says. He's definitely leaving the ship once he realizes the alternative is him being left behind to stand guard as literally all the other highly-trained and powered people are going to go off traipsing into the wilderness instead.
He has no idea how his life got so complicated overnight.
"I don't think I got your name..."
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She uses the wrench the open up the lid of the carburettor, moving it aside as she peers inside. "Hand me the flashlight, pet," she says easily, her hand shooting out from under the engine, her fingers curling in an inviting gesture.
"I'm Agnes. And what do we call you?" She doesn't seem that troubled by the idea that he's been pretty much spirited away from his safe Stockholm. Life tends to have strange things in store for everyone. She's used to that.
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Right??
"Um, I'm Rune," he responds, digging through for the flashlight and handing it to her. "What are you trying to fix?" he asks instead, because it's sort of difficult to have a conversation with the lower half of someone's body.