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[blackholesandrevelations]

He's stuck.

His leg is stuck in his door.










Don't ask. He's too busy cussing and trying to get his foot out from one of the little cut outs in the door.

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[do_your_duty]

He's making so much noise you'd think he was trying to invade something. Badly. Not that there is anything to invade on Moya. But the racket is what makes her come out of the room she'd been in, and head in that direction. But when she rounds the corners, her eyebrows went up and she stopped exactly where she was. In the middle of the hallway, weight shifted to one side.

"You've got to be kidding me."

[blackholesandrevelations]

Dammit. Why wasn't it D'Argo? That would have been better. D'Argo would have laughed, John would have laughed and all would be jovial.

Aeryn though. John leveraged a glare at her. "Nobody asked you, Aeryn."

[do_your_duty]

"But shouting at it will somehow solve your problem?"

It's trite and scoffed, that last word. As though no one could leave John Crichton alone, on their own ship, and still expect him to return to them unwounded. On nearly deserted ship. That he lived on. He was hopeless. With a roll of her eyes, and straighter set to her shoulders, she walked closer, annoyed by the necessity and aware she couldn't just leave him there. Even if she would almost rather do that.

Pushing into his space, with a shove at his hands, to try and see the door and his foot, rather exactly like he was an inept narl someone had to save every five minutes. "What did you do to it?"

[blackholesandrevelations]

He knows they all think he's a bumbling idiot but, dammit, he was trying. Trying to survive in this frelled up Galaxy.

He also knows his next answer will set him back a lot in Aeryn's eyes. "I kicked the door. And I kicked a piece where there was no door."

...yep.