In the Dog House

[whyarewehere]

Grif is in the brig.

He's not a happy guy right now, but then again he's in the brig. The cot isn't comfortable but he's lying out on it on principle, boots up on the wall because the space is a tad narrow for him. Grif still has his armor, but he's been disarmed and his omnicomm has been confiscated. His comm ring is on one of the fingers on his right hand (he finds it creepy how it adjusted over his gauntlet) and honestly he feels pretty lucky. Nobody tried to superglue it to his forehead.

So for now, Grif is about as bored as he is physically capable of being and in fairly grumpy spirits as he lies on his back, hands folded on his chest, and tries to decide what the ceiling is made out of.

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[whyarewehere]

He rolls to his other side. Take that!

"I do not."

Deny deny deny...

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, you do." Her hologram pops over to the opposite side again. "A favor for helping you morons get your robot back, and twenty bucks for that time I didn't shoot you."

[whyarewehere]

"You never actually got our robot back though," he points out.

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"I did what I could before you morons screwed everything up again. It counts as halfway there."

[whyarewehere]

"...So I only owe you half a favor then."

Of course, this makes perfect sense to him.

"Or even like a quarter of a favor. Because it was Simmons' favor too."

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"He's not here, but he still owes me. The thing is? He's a Red. You're a Red, too. Which means you get to pick up the slack for him."

[whyarewehere]

"No way, it's Simmons' slack! Not mine!"

Disregarding how many hundreds of times Simmons has had to make up for Grif's irresponsibility, of course.

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"Complain to Simmons whenever he finally crawls out of a pod."

[whyarewehere]

"I'm not doing Simmons' half of a favor."

He's not budging, Tex.

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"Look at it this way: it means you can make him do something for you later."

[whyarewehere]

"I do that all the time anyway, you know."

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but this time? You can do it and he can't complain about it to Sarge. It's in the rules. The kissass loves rules, right?"

[whyarewehere]

"Okay that kind of makes se- wait."

He sits up and looks at her again.

"What are you doing?"

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

Tex stares at him levelly. "...I'm being the one who's using logic?"

[whyarewehere]

"No. You're making me agree with you. Don't do that."

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"I can't help it if I'm the one actually thinking here."

[whyarewehere]

"Yeah but once I agree about one thing you'll convince me to agree with other stuff I don't want to agree with. That's how stuff like this works and I'm not falling for it."

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"All I want is for my half of bargain to get filled. Just be glad I'm not trying to make you do-" She pauses to do finger quotes. "'Gay stuff'."

[whyarewehere]

Grif just groans. "Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you."

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"You're the one who kept asking about it."

[whyarewehere]

"You have to understand that this is a big concern."

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

Tex just stares at him. "...Why?"

[whyarewehere]

"Because it is. Can you go away now?"

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"Whatever." Tex just shakes her head. "Fine, I'm leaving. I found out what I needed too, anyway." And with that, she blips out again, leaving Grif in peace.

[whyarewehere]

"Good riddance!" he yells uselessly after her.

He reaches up and clicks his radio off and curls up on his cot again, scowling at the bars on the door.

Stupid Tex.