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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: PG
Pairing: Will/James
Feedback: Sure. Good lines, bad ones, etc.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: For the_dala in thanks for the song, and to help cheer her up.
Summary: James on hygiene.
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James likes a well-scrubbed ship. He prefers to have a well-scrubbed life as well—the vast majority of the time. Clean, organized things make for a clean, organized, untroublesome life. Too much dirt can clog a cannon so its charge explodes belowdecks instead of outward, or can ruin a perfectly happy friendship, or mar a worldview to the point that one is paralyzed by indecision.
On the other hand, sometimes cleanliness can become tiresome in and of itself. And sometimes a little dust underfoot is better for gripping.
“Oh, I forgot,” Will says, rubbing self-consciously at the soot on his cheek. “I’ll go wash up.”
“Leave it. It’s not that much, and it’s been months,” James replies, drawing him back.
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