Bracelets for the soul

    Cyrus raised an eyebrow as he was already given a diminutive nickname. It's two damn syllables. His grip on his suitcase tightened a little bit as he shivered and carefully observed the other man's hand trail down his torso, finally snorting and rolling his eyes. "Well you're gonna be waiting a preeeetty long time if you're expecting me to beat your ass. It ain't happening."

    All the time in the world, eh? The hell was that supposed to mean.


    A bemused smirk spread across Cyrus's face, before he let out a laugh of disbelief. "Well EXCUSE ME, Your Highness!" he rolled his eyes, starting to walk to their room. "I don't think the TSA is gonna be rifling through your shit and stealing your Rocky Horror getup... and whatever other nonsense you intended to bring. Although they might not have let you through security either. But..." He paused for a moment outside the room door before opening it, "Where else would you be keeping your stuff?" Momentarily, he cursed his morbid curiosity. Do I even want to know.

    He opened the door to their room, squinting and immediately scanning it for any sort of possible vandalism after that one scientist's shady hints that something might be wrong with his room. Stepping inside he frowned at the beds and paused, pulling his arm free from his soulmate's grasp. Cyrus knelt down to unzip his suitcase and tug out his utility kit, placing a couple different screwdrivers, a small wrench, and some pliers between each finger.

    "Don't use the beds yet, unless you want them to explode--" he cautioned, catching his wording error before glaring at Alti for a moment and pointing at him with the hand holding multiple tools. He'd probably enjoy that! "Just... don't touch the fucking beds." First he sidled over to the scanning mechanism, opening up the console with the screwdriver and peering into the wiring, keeping an eye out for any crossed wires or possibilities for shorting out, sliding under the first bed when he noticed nothing out of the ordinary and checking the wiring down there.

    That's when he noticed some of the muddled circuitry under the bed, with one of the wires pointed directly into the metal of the console to make it short circuit. "That bitch can kiss my ass!" he shouted hatefully, yanking his phone out of his pocket and taking a couple pictures of the absolute spaghettified mess of sabotage. Is she SERIOUS!? He flipped on the flashlight function and set the phone down on the ground next to him, carefully starting to fix the circuits and crossed wires with the pliers, doing the same checks to the other bed afterwards.

    He could already visualize the vitriolic job-threatening letters he'd be sending to the research facility as soon as he returned home. 'Are you aware that some of your staff are kidnapping research subjects for shady experiments and trapping them on a plane rigged with explosives?'

She managed to step out of the way, the pillow grazing the side of her shoulder.
Alraada ran back at him, with a small smile on her face, aiming to hit him across the face with the pillow.
Ok, maybe she was having a little fun.

Vale was a little bit out of her range, but 'accidentally' slipped back in, getting hit squarely in the face. He fell backward onto the ground, striking a pose and placed a hand over his face. "Oh, the pain!" He cried, sticking one of his legs in the air and arching his back. "I cannot go on! Tell my parents I love them!" His body went limp and he closed his eye. 

Alraada began to laugh.
She almost forgot how pissed off she was at Vale.
"H-Hey, you dont have to do that...if you were trying to cheer me up." she said with a smile.
She remembered the sudden change in demeanor's he'd had.
oh yeah...this isn't him.
She bent down and extended a hand to him to help him get up.

Vale pretended to be dead for a few more seconds, before suddenly reaching out and tugging Alraada in close for a hug. "Finishing blow~!"




He let her go and fell back onto the floor, smiling at her. He laughed at her expression.



"Would you look at that?" His eye crinkled as he stretched out his limbs on the bedroom floor.

"I've already fallen for you~."

Aberdeen quickly looked away from the girl's smile, as they hadn't anticipated that response. She's too cute...I'm gonna die on this plane... Aberdeen took their arm off of Maicy and stood up. "I have to use the bathroom. Be right back, babe." They made another hand gesture to them and ran off to the bathroom in their room and slammed the door shut. They looked themself in the mirror, pulling their bandana from their face.

"What is wrong with me? Why am I heating up so bad!?" They checked their face and around their neck, as if they were searching for something. "God damn." They ruffled their own hair a bit and put their bandana back over their face before walking into the 'living room' again and sitting back down on the couch. "Sorry bout that!" 

Andrew sighed softly and held his hand towards the smaller man. Surely that was not the way he is often greeted, such a gesture could almost be seen as rude.
"Andrew Gynette." Quitely he grumbled looking at his hand expectantly.