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Dancing on the Meatship? Sounds like Risky Business to me.

The Sensoriums are empty. Everyone's working, you should be nice and alone. You grin to yourself, conjuring a hardwood floor, and a set of stairs.

You grab an object. Could be a wand, a sword, a feather duster, a candlestick. You don't give a shit. You don a loose shirt, a nice set of underwear, and some socks (for those of you who can wear socks).

Finally, you push everything on the stereo all the way to the max. As the piano music starts up, you slide into the doorway.

You're dancing. You're grooving. Hell, you might even be singing.

But part-way into your routine, you realize the horrible truth.

You're not alone. Someone is watching you.

Who is it? What will you do?

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It starts as a fairly ordinary wiring job.

A panel hovers directly above Billy. He works on installing the pipe, humming along when the music starts. The itch builds slowly from that point, progressing from hip-shaking to pipe-twirling to the eventual shedding of his work jeans and dancing with a passion.

When the intruder's noticed? Billy drops the pipe on his head in surprise. Owww.

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"...what."

"Ah...uh, hello," Billy manages to say, rubbing the new sore spot and desperately wishing he could cover himself.

"I hope you can excuse my momentary lapse in proper decorum."

"...I'm...gonna go to my workstation and pretend this never happened."

Sigh.

"Thanks. I'll...uh...be ready with our next projects soon."

Thunk.

The neat dancing, Renne misses but the thunk, that's hard to miss. Hence, a pair of ears flicks upward.

"Eeee?"

"Hey Renne," Billy responds in a strained voice, sinking down to his knees and arranging the pipe on the ground.

"Sorry. You just surprised me." In this instance, he's more embarrassed about hurting himself for a silly reason than he is about the half-dressed dancing. Mostly because Renne can't see the latter.

"Eee. Bee hurrr-ted?"

Chirp. Ayup, here he comes a-crawling to you. Sniff, sniff.

"...yeah. I was using the pipe as a dancing prop, and I dropped it over my head"

Way to go, Billy. He looks (and feels, of course) embarrassed and frustrated with himself. Of all the silly ways to get hurt. He knew this was a bad idea the moment the music turned on.

"Eee. Bee nee-d Healerrr?"

At first, there's a split second of "Sternface" but that split second easily melts into an offered nuzzle.

"I don't think it's that severe? Some ice should stop the swelling."

He doesn't feel too injured, anyway. Except for his pride. Sighing, he leans into the nuzzle for a moment before the awkwardness of the situation fully registers.

He should probably put his pants back on.

"Eee. Th-en Bee go ge-t ice."

Chirp. Actually, now that he thinks of it, here, Bee. Have an ice pack.

"Thanks," he says quietly, lifting the ice and pressing it to the lump on his head. Oww---but at least it's not quite so bad as before.

He'll have to put it down to get his pants on, but he can do that in a few minutes. It's not like it makes a difference to Renne either way.

"I'm not always this careless. I...had a breakthrough in my work on the morphers, and I let it get to my head."

Chirp. Another nuzzle. There's a grin on his face that says quite plainly "You're entitled to have moments of Aha-celebration too, you know".

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"Dude, I'm all for letting the boys hang free, but we're at work. Put your pants back on."

I thought I'd checked this Sensorium out for another hour!

Maybe he did, and he'd lost track of time. Again. The rewired panel was mostly done and ready for presentation, thankfully.

"'Fcourse. Won't happen again." And a completely red Billy is just going to turn away, dress unnaturally fast, and set the finished project on display faster than what his human capabilities should have permitted.

He's just going to avoid Allen for the next week if at all possible.

"You should show those moves off more often, Billy."

"Should I? I don't know if this is entirely presentable."

He's just going to laugh nervously and rub his head. Oh god, Kaylee will never let him forget this. He can feel himself burning with shame already.

"Would be if we were at a party, right? Just make sure you bring 'em to the next shindig."

Don't worry, Billy. She won't harass you too badly about it...

"Yes, but if we attend a party I fully intend to keep my pants on. I've never attended the sort of party where pantsless attire would be appropriate."

And he's just going to huff cutely and attempt to pull his pants on over the short blue boxers. At least he doesn't wear any embarrassing patterns?

But really, the pale legs (with a thin scar on one) are enough to bother him. Notice that he's not explaining why he'd done this.

Kaylee averts her eyes to the ceiling while he fumbles with his pants. No judgments made on undergarment choice (hell, she's got underwear that's covered in flowers and bows), and definitely nothing on the scarred-up legs. She's got plenty of those herself.

"Goes to show you're loosenin' up a bit, right? That's somethin' on the bright side to look at."

Billy turns back to her, wondering about the implications of her words.

"I...suppose? Since you're the advocate and expert on these matters, would that suggest that you do this?"

"Well, can't say I've been caught dancin' about in my underthings--yet--but there ain't a thing wrong with doin' it anyhow."

Partly truth, partly teasing. "S'pose there'd be a good-sized uproar in the department if I was ever caught doin' it. Though apparently I'm too much of a distraction for half the men no matter what I do, so that might get it out of their systems quicker..."

His ears are still red as he re-checks the wiring and chuckles nervously. "So I see. But...has anyone been bothering you, Kaylee? If they are, I'll do what I can about it---assuming that I'm not the problem of course. If I am, Allen will handle it."

Kaylee moves a bit closer to look at the wiring over his shoulder. "Nobody's bothered me at all, 'cept when they make dumb mistakes 'cause they ain't payin' attention like they should. Mistakes are one thing, but if it's startin' to reach Jayne-level, that's where the problems are..."

Pardon her while she rattles on about crewmates.