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[Yep just his weird weird neuroses, no big deal]

"Help help" they'd hear ponies cry after a round of party poppers. "I can't feel my clown shoes...!"

some of the ponies came back without their clwon shoes

some evne had to have their party hats taken off

there was just 2 much partying too hard

[He has to pause to laugh]

How lamentable, party ponies with party hangover. What a dark period in Party Pony history...

[Ah, that felt good- just joking around like that. Like a nice bit of stress relief after worrying about the holidays and everything going on. He always felt better talking to Clay...]

Hey, are you busy?

very dark. darker than dark matter

[He grins after it all, sitting up after that question.]

nah im just hanging out here

Or a black hole.

[At least...he's pretty sure those are supposed to be dark. And he grins some]

Then would you mind if I came over and hung out with you?

[... Hee.]

yep, or a black hole :D

[STILL SO HAPPY ALLEN LEARNED THAT ON HIS OWN OK]

come on over

ic ould use a hanging out companion

[ITS EASY FOR HIM TO REMEMBER BLACK HOLES. They eat everything, which Allen has mad respect for that. Mad respect]

Alright, then I'll be right over.

[allen do you identify with black holes]

c u in a bit!

[And he'll just... hang out near his room because he kind of wants Allen to see the new decor they got before heading out to greet him]

[He'll arrive on the ship a little while later, with a bag over his shoulder. His attire is a bit on the black side today. And he does notice the floor and walls as he steps aboard]

- Wow, this ship looks different too...!

[He says to no one in particular. Yeah, someone's pretty used to talking to Timcanpy ok]

You like it?

[It's his voice first, and then Clay himself as he rounds the corner, arms out to gesture to the floor and the arch of the doorway.]

It was like this when we got back! Pretty cool, huh?

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[He gives a nod]

Mm, I do like it. It's very classy! [a small grin] I feel like I should've worn a tie.

[He gives another glance around as he starts walking over to Clay]

Haha, welcome to the Vanquish! Fancy clothes and ties only. Keep the shoes off the classy floor!

[He grins in return, arms still out as he heads over to wrap Allen up in a hug when they meet.]

Hey. [After being on the Marsiva and getting to see Allen every day and whenever he wanted to, it's already weird going back to the "once or maybe twice a week" schedule.]

If you want my shoes off your floor, you'll have to carry me.

[And oh, he'll step right into that hug, taking it one step forward and giving him a kiss on the cheek as he returns the hug]

Hey. [He smiles as he feels those arms around him. He hated the Marsiva, but at least it had the benefit of getting to see Clay every day, unlike now.] I've missed you.

[Clay smiles from the kiss, then leans his head down to press his mouth to the dip of Allen's shoulder, shutting his eyes and just soaking in the feeling of being in his arms. Waking up on the Vanquish was a bit like coming home, yeah, but this felt like it was even more so in a way.]

Mmm. Missed you too. [Which comes out muffled, and so he rests his chin on that spot instead.] Even though it's only been like, what, a couple of days?

[Meanwhile his own arms hold on firmly, enjoying simply feeling Clay in his arms. His head tilts down to lean lightly against Clay's hair.]

Mm...something like that. [He gives a soft laugh] Maybe we got spoiled being down the hall from each other for that long.

Yeah... feels kind of weird now.

[Still, he's glad to be here. Even though he's cut off from the mindless entertainment of TV and video games, there's still a sense of familiarity here, a sense of what limited freedom they have which they didn't have on the Marsiva.]

You got back to your ship okay? How's your crew?

A little...but I'm sure we'll get used to it again.

[Since as much as he liked being near Clay...they had their own crews to watch. And he was sure that's what came first in both of their minds]

My crew's all fine, glad to be back to ship. [It was like coming home, in a way] We have a new crewmate too- he's...extremely polite. Still trying to figure him out.

What about your crew?

[And... yep, Allen would be right about that. He feels his smile grow in response as he holds him a bit tighter. But oh, new passenger, huh...]

Tell me how that goes, okay? [And as for his own crew...] We're all fine, and we got a new crewmate too. He's nice, but not... you know, extremely polite like yours. Oh, and he's a big, walking, talking suit of armor.

[Casually.]

[Wow so casual about the weirdness eh. He chuckles a little]

A walking, talking suit of armour...?

That's a new one.

[Weird is his new normal, man.]

Yup. But man, it was still so cool, seeing what he looked like. And then when he stood up! I'm surprised the ship's big enough for him.

[Weird may be his new normal, but the awe-factor will probably never leave. Finally, Clay loosens his hold, but he feels so light and in love with this guy that he still keeps just as close, instead running his fingers from Allen's elbows to his hands, where he'll hold both of them with his own.]

Wanna go to my room? All the new designs are just out here, but...

[Well, you know. Privacy.]

[He chuckles a little]

I'd hope Atroma wouldn't be mean enough to bring someone who couldn't fit into the ships. [That'd just be cruel. This place is cramped enough] But sounds like I'll have to meet him.

[See this cool walking talking armor for himself! But when Clay takes his hands, he gives a squeeze back, smiling as he looks back at him.]

I wouldn't mind going to your room. I don't think I've seen it before.

[Since the barren one at the Marsiva hardly counted as his "room"]

It's, uh. It's kind of a mess. [He can't swipe at his nose or anything like this, but he can at least raise his shoulders a bit as if he were sheepish.] Soooo sorry in advance?

[Still, he'll take a few steps back, pulling Allen with him, then lets go of one hand to walk down the hallway easier.]

We still don't have the full upgrade for the bunks. I'm pretty much the only one with a nice bed.

[Which... does kind of make him feel bad, and it'll be one of his next purchases for sure.]

Is that so? [He catches that sheepishness and grins as he moves to Clay side as they walk] Clay Terran, are you a slob?

[The horror of it! Nevermind his room is pretty cluttered on the regular]

Ah right, the captain's bed. [He's only seen one, never been on it] At least your ship have personal rooms. There's some that still don't.

I'd rather be called "disorganized" than a slob. The latter implies laziness.

[Which he's not! Totally not!! Just... likes a messy room better!]

Wow, really? That's actually one of the first things we went for; my crew needs their space.

[Yeah, with them, it's not really a matter of wanting space, but needing it. Especially in Rogue's case. He'd rather not put her in an uncomfortable situation if he can help it.]

[he laughs, and okay sure he can't claim Clay is lazy] Alright, you're disoragnised.

[If calling him that makes him happy]

Mm, really! We didn't really bother to upgrade the bunks until we started getting women on our crew. Before that, our money went to kitchen upgrades.

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