Dato

== Ok but ask yourself this about your OTP ==
* Blankets: Dana hogs the blanket because of Cato and her cold hands
* Haircuts: Cato shaves Dana’s undercut, because of that incident in 2021 when Diablo’s Lead Tech came sprinting in while Dana was trimming it, shouting about catastrophic failure in one of Diablo’s systems, and Dana’s undercut jerked from ‘convenience’ to 'punk rock’
* Coffee: Dana makes coffee. Cato doesn’t get up before nine. Ever. (Unless there’s an alert.) (But otherwise ever.)
* Pizza: Neither 'gets the pizza'. But they trade off who steals food trays from the mess for whoever is tied up in something?
* Music: Both like their music loud–but Cato’s the first to realise other people are discomfited by it and turn it down; Dana goes into workmode and has to be politely hit with something (unless you’re Tahnee. Then just stare at the back of her head until she gets prickles up her neck and she’ll get the point.) (Or Chuck. Then don’t fkn touch that dial, Junior; you want it down: ASK)
* Crumbs in bed: Dana's the one who complains. She can’t understand how Cato can EAT on the BED, what is wrong with you, we sleep there.
* Ticklishness: Catoooo. This is discovered by entirely accident. She makes undignified noises, and cannot be persuaded to come out of hiding for the rest of the day if she makes them in front of press people.
* Singing: Dana sings (Tahnee too) (really quietly, while she works. Cato rides her mercilessly about the fact that while one of these songs is Blood On The Risers, and perfectly reasonably, others are TV show theme songs like The Ballad of Serenity and the theme to Jane And The Dragon.) (“Atomic Betty, corazón? Really?”)
* Proposing: Dana. Several times. The second time over the comms after an unusually rough deployment before they even move out of the engagement area; she doesn’t honestly expect Cato to consent; it’s a joke.
“Hey, Solar?” The voice is fatigue rough, half buried in the back-slapping filtering through the comms from LOCCENT.
“Yeah, Diablo.”
“Te casarías conmigo?”
There’s a pause, LOCCENT catching the question half a second behind Cato, Ima blinking. Ocean swells shot through with Blue bouncing off the coast of Ecuador rock both Jaegers. It wasn’t asked seriously; a little edge of weary humour, look what we survived and are you braced to go through it again, though there’s a tiny hook buried in the drawl that if Cato took it…
She exhales almost before LOCCENT’s even completely shut up to listen and Solar’s Conn-Pod shakes in time with her and Ima’s heads. “Go lie down, Diablo,” she laughs as both Jaegers turn for shore.
Dana’s belly-laugh come through the vox like a heartbeat while they drag Cherufi to shore between them.
(Rorykurago, Tumblr mail, July 20th 2015, 21:12:00 EST)
==Foal==
RoryKurago:
:shmoo92:
::allfearofanend:
:::@shmoo92: Cato to Dana, 100%.
::They’re driving from Nowhere to Middle Of; Cato’s glued to the window (how one patch of scrubland can look any different than another, Dana’s not sure, but she’s having a good time, so.) while Dana drives.
::Cato shrieks with delight.
::No one’s around to see that swerve (Tahnee would snicker endlessly).
::“Kangaroo?”
::“No! Uh, [dutch], ah–horse kittens!”
::“Should we stop and visit the foals?”
::“*most gigantic sparkly heart eyes EVER*”
:Cato’s conversational English is good (five years at school, extra classes, constant exposure to the scientific community) but specific lexis are still shaky, and she’s only had, what, two weeks in Australia thus far? And only forty-eight hours of that with the farm-girl at the dusty 4WD’s wheel.
:So when, after four hours glued to the window in rapturous silence, she suddenly slaps the glass and shrieks “Veulens!” Dana almost puts them off the dirt road.
Dana presses two fingers to her temple before she sorts the Lost-in-translation out and pulls a U-turn across the track. It’s time for a break anyway.
:And that’s how Cato ends up riding a quarterhorse around someone’s paddock, shouting notes about how western saddles compare to riding English, while Dana drinks a beer under the shade of their veranda and compares notes on family history and what breed of mongrel the property dogs are.
:The farmer’s son appears with an old Akubra and Cato insists on a dozen photos wearing that, and then asks not a little coyly (red around the nose) if the man would mind terribly if Dana swung up behind her and they took a photo like that.
(Source: BuzzFeed)
#Pacific Rim AU, #Dato, #Straya, #Backpacker AU
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