You hear a knock from the outside of your cockpit. This is surprising (and annoying) for multiple reasons. For one, you have a strict rule about nobody but your mechanic laying even a single finger on your mech. Secondly, who the fuck is here in the launch bay at this time of night? It's off limits to everyone!
You're not even supposed to be there, but you're doing important things with an important girl.
She's applying lipstick to you.
(Without the proper tools, and regularly missing your lips.)
(You don't mind that part so much, actually you like it a lot.)
"Open the cockpit, loser." The muffled voice of your mechanic loudly proclaims.
(She's never "applied lipstick to you without the proper tools" so you don't really feel like she has a leg to stand on here.)
You hear the girl giggle a little and whisper "cockpit" and giggle some more. (This is the kind of behavior that got her invited into your mech in the first place.)
"Your fucking radio is on." If there is one thing you appreciate about your mechanic it is her ability to give constructive criticism. You will remember to disable the comms systems next time.
When you open your cockpit your mechanic coughs (most likely at all the smoke released from inside) and lets out several expletives usually reserved for people who try and touch her tools or for that one time you decided to fix your own mech when you had a fight.
"Evening officer." The girl in your cockpit with smeared lipstick smiles at your mechanic when she says this, probably because you are covered in lipstick of the same color and she enjoys showing her work almost as much as you do. (It also could be attributed to hotboxing your mech.)
"Just turn your radio off. You're not even allowed in here at this hour."
"Of course, captain!!" The girl salutes, committing herself to the bit. (You love when people commit to the bit, you'd kiss her again but you have some level of respect and/or fear of your mechanic that prevents you from immediately doing this.)
Your mechanic mumbles something about unpleasant places she'd send you if she were the captain, before climbing down and leaving the cloud of smoke you and your mech exist in. (The cute girl also exists in the cloud of smoke but it could also be said she is the source.)
The girl attempts to look all cute as she adds what you estimate to be a million o's to the word "so" before fully starting a thought. (For the record the attempt works, it wasn't even hard, she didn't have to try.)
"So sorry about my sister."
The information that this girl is your mechanics sister is new to you and strikes a certain sobriety in you you'd rather avoid. You think about all those unpleasant places your mechanic listed and mentally make a note to replace the those grey rods you broke. You make another mental note to find out what the actual name for those grey rods is.
The girl gets up and removes herself from the cockpit, brushing against you and apologizing as she does. (Despite the fact it is obviously on purpose you think you will forgive her.)
"My place?" She gives you a wry smile, and a wave. In her hand she's holding some keys. One of them appears to be the ingnition keys to your mech.
You'd do anything for those keys.
Her smile widens.
Not that you needed the excuse.
