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Post by Syd on Jan 10, 2022 12:45:42 GMT -6
I spy with my lil’ eyes, somethin’ …ooh, with gems!
You already have one of those amulets, you don’t need-
Nonsense; maybe Darky needs one? Bet that’s prettier than hers-
Breath was released in a long-suffering sigh, the faintest of wisps curling out and away with the motion. Or was it just imagined? It was hard to say - harder still to imagine facing such a creature long enough to cause exasperation, but such was the way of his girl.
Finish your ill-gotten gains before looking for new ones, at the very least.
When have I ever done that? It was a small miracle that she was speaking silently; as the mouth over-stuffed with illicit brownies couldn’t possibly have enough room to carry words as well. Besides, that’s how you miss all the good stuff. What do you see then?
The seeker grumbled to himself, as being taller than the teenager meant he could steer her in certain, less-bad directions just as equally as it meant having to participate in whatever machinations were the flavor of the day. Matte black eyes squint, and he sniffs the market air gingerly.
I think I smell meat up ahead. He met her unimpressed stare with a dry one of his own. Since you never cut me in on the brownies.
Funny how what was left of the treat suddenly vanished, replacing the ympe with the visage of an over-achieving squirrel preparing for winter several months too early.
What brownies?
His sighs really could be considered works of art, to the right connoisseur, and it might as well be a crime that they weren’t.
Syd: +2
Java: 39 (5/10) / 46 (5/10)
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Post by Èdan on Jan 10, 2022 14:53:24 GMT -6
The market is busier that day than most, and yet the courier might as well be invisible to every passing soul. Of course, most days that would be the point.. However, when you're looking to make a trade, it rather defeats one purpose to serve the other. Sat up on a box, back against a large glass container, the plain-dressed humanish whittles away at an apple with the dagger, while trying to catch so much as eye contact with anyone walking past. Most do just that - Walk past. A few curious glances turn here and there, but none become strong enough as to actually invite themselves for closer for a look, much less seem interested in parting with some credits. There's a few such containers here, many taken up by all the other fishmongers with far more interesting (Or just aesthetically pleasing) catches than his own, so the competition is quite livid. Even so, it's the third day he's trying and it looks to be just as dull as the last two.
Behind him, the thick glass thumps softly, as a yellow-eyed maw taps it and leers past, a serpentine shape snaking through the container's limited water space. He pays it even less mind than the people of the market pay him. In all fairness, he can't really blame them, either. When he reeled in that dark shape in the water, all teeth and snarls, he didn't even know half the trouble it would cause. A pretty penny, sure, except it is neither pretty nor apparently worth anyone's penny. So he kept it, for whatever cause would give him reason to utilize it (As he isn't in the habit of throwing away potentials).
And then the thing began to eat the fish it really wasn't supposed to, the pretty ones and the ones actually worth a penny.. (And even his restraint on potentials have limits). So, whether to a noble's fancy aquarium, or a gourmet chef's table, the fish had to go.
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Post by Syd on Jan 10, 2022 15:46:17 GMT -6
Roving eyes dutifully scan the crowd and look for currents to follow and spaces to slip past; usually a job assigned to the tallest, and since since she barely came to his mid-shoulder and didn’t seem to have a few extra inches hidden in her pocket, it was a job that would likely be perpetually his. And to be fair, people usually gave him quite the berth; following Java in a crowd was infinitely easier than tailing his humanish and was the preferred habit of the two.
(Unless his girl got away from him; in which case all bets were off and he got in his exercise for the day. You know, on top of all the other exercise she liked to cause him on a daily basis.)
They cut through the fishing section of the market, with as many creatures on sale for consumption as they were for collections and as pets. Java didn’t tend to have too much of an opinion on fish either way, but Chip had been left to referee the latest scuffle between a certain drej’s newly-grown bone spikes and that infuriating estharne who’s evidently taken a disliking to them, and. Well. The poor boy was probably going to need the extra fish to see him through to another tomorrow. And while the seeker wasn’t an expert on fish or haggling, he was also quietly equipped to better detect a seller’s ..well, let’s say desperation for a sale, better than most. So he looked towards the merchants who seemed bored or anxious, giving the lightest of skims on their minds just to hear -
But there was no sound or thought to this feeling, just a bone-deep knowing of something to stay away from, and his lips curled up to bare stark black teeth in a low snarl as a knee-jerk reaction. His girl stopped in her tracks as he had, looking around as he unconsciously half-curled around her and angled his face towards the - person? Sure it looked like one, but looks meant both everything and nothing here, and were never to be trusted.
What’s wrong? ‘Cause if you wanted one so bad you shoulda just took one.
He rumbled again, deep in his throat. That man there. There’s something wrong with him-
“OH MY GOD, what is THAT.”
There was a split second of ‘What’ that almost instantly morphed into ‘Please No’ as he found himself alone in a sea of moving people with his girl pressed up against the glass next to the “man”, cheeks still half-full of brownie mush as she looked back and forth between the concerning entity in the tank and the person who appeared to be selling it. Her hood had flown off in the dash, and large, silver-coin eyes demanded an answer alongside her excited wiggles.
Screw the fish for Chip, Java was going to need it way more than him.
Syd: +4
Java: 39 (6/10) / 46 (6/10)
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Post by Èdan on Jan 10, 2022 16:13:02 GMT -6
The shout doesn't catch his attention half as much as the sudden 'thump' against the glass does - The market is known for its noise, and far louder voices cry out their goods on a regular basis (Which is perhaps where he is failing, if he stopped to think about it. But then, that was just taking advantage of someone's disadvantage, which is downright rude and uncalled for behaviour. Fair play in the game of tradeship, of course. Doesn't mean he had to like it). A piece of apple stops halfway towards being eaten, balanced on the flat of the blade, as he turns to look at this.. small child? Well. Average child. They came in smaller versions, but still just a little too young to be up and about by themselves (Which means of course they are, given the City doesn't seem to have much of a chaperone policy for unattended children).
And then he looks again, and seems to pause. For a moment it seems as if there's a look in a mirror in very large part because the child's eyes seem almost mirror-like in their colour. Now, the citizenship of the Laboratories come in all shapes, sizes, and indeed, colours, but something about that strikes him as odd, if not unsettling for a reason he can't name (Much less understand. There's a momentary chaos in the think-space. But he's not one to be thrown off the game so easily, and surface thoughts quickly sort themselves out). The apple eventually does make it to the mouth, and as he chews, the courier's casual demeanour is quick to reassert itself, as he thumbs towards the glass with the tip of the knife, "You interested in a fish, miss? It ain't exactly a looker, but I've heard it tastes good if ya fry it up nice."
There is grounds to question selling a five-foot long snapping eldritch monster of the depths to a small child (Just now isn't the moment for it).
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Post by Syd on Jan 10, 2022 16:45:35 GMT -6
Manners, unsupervised (like you wouldn’t believe, he almost thinks back), unsettling - to be fair, his girl could turn “unsettling” into a career path, but perhaps not in the way this one is thinking of? Hard to tell what he’s thinking of; he is used to thinking carefully, Java notes. He does not rush, because there is a knife in the man’s hand and there’s no immediate threat as of yet. But the seeker doesn’t trust that there won't be, and right now she is brushing aside what she is assuming to be an emotional reaction to whatever fish she’s spotted and her behavior, rather than other sources. So he is slow in his approach, in the way he knows to be the opposite of comforting; measured and patient and with the slightest sway of a predator. He ends up directly in front of the man, within easy reach of retaliation if need be. And he catches the man’s eyes, attempts to keep his gaze for however long this promising disaster lasts for.
“Not a look- but all the teeth! Java, look at the teeth!”
The seeker snorts, never breaking his staring contest to look down at her. More than Murry?
“I mean maybe Murry’s are bigger but this lil’ guy’s got so many!” She pauses, taking one hand to scratch the base of a horn before pressing it back to the glass. “Ya know Doc’s been kinda lonely; you think he’d like it?”
Surviving someone and liking someone are not the same thing, he says with a chuff, and she sticks her tongue out at him.
“Gaudium macello,” she accuses under her breath before turning to said scaled horror’s current owner. “Whatcha think, too scary for a baby gallor?”
Syd: +6
Java: 39 (7/10) / 46 (7/10)
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Post by Èdan on Jan 10, 2022 17:23:11 GMT -6
Well.. If nothing else the child might be able to get herself a new pet, given how excited she seems about this monstrosity. Which is rather how things here seemed to go, as a general rule - Find the strangest beast possible, bring it home, feed it and house it and somehow profit? (Admittedly, some of them are more useful than others). As she's marvelling it, the man shoots the fish in the tank a subtle side-eye with a single-minded and very pointed message - Lucky, you get to survive a dinner plate yet.
On the subject of dinner plates, however, the seeker isn't the only one with a penchant for observance. The market is crowded, making it difficult enough for most people to walk on by, but when the crowd parts before you like a force of nature, it creates ripples. Even before the seeker is past the last of the crowd, the man's attentions have already drawn towards him, sensing the unease (It helps that the beast tends to stand out, so the dark fin of the back is as good a warning sign as an oncoming shark. Incidentally, so is what he could at best call the beast's expression when it finally emerges). The courier stares the beast down, even as it stands and stops before him, black eyes gleaming. (We're running into a theme today). The copper irises seem to only look back with a mild interest and a complete lack of concern, as the man relaxes against the barrel, continuing to whittle at the apple. "This one yours?" he points the apple, not the knife, towards the grey.. whatever it is. Lizard? Dragon? (Is there a difference, these parts? But there's confidence derived in the beast's approach - If it really intended to eat him, it would have been far less restrained about it).
And then two things happen, that have an escalating sort of reaction. The first one causes him to pause with a sort of confused curiosity, the look tracing between the girl and the beast, as she starts the rather one-sided conversation (But for some reason it doesn't feel that once-sided. And the beast's eyes have a certain gleam to them, like there's actual thoughts behind it all. A suspicion grows. A familiarity of the look with something that was much more dragon, and a temple on a hill). The second one comes from two things most would easily miss - A scratch and two simple, short words.
The man freezes. It is different to a pause, in that during a pause a person generally continues breathing. (But habits are stronger than instinct, and while the thought plane grows deathly quiet for a second or two, it's quick to whirl back to life that much more active). Slowly, the courier turns in his seat, away from the seeker and towards the girl, with a studying look. Brushing away all the other chatter and questions, he more states than asks, "You're not from around here, are you, miss."
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Post by Syd on Jan 10, 2022 19:27:27 GMT -6
Eyes are reluctant to leave the potential but ill-advised nanny in the tank, but her head tilts slightly to the man, indicating that she seems to indeed be addressing him.
“Hmm? Oh yeah,” she flaps her hand at the seeker in the vaguest of ways, “That’s Java; he plays nice most of the time.” This statement is said with a straight face - either she actually believes that or she’s very good at saving her amusement for later. Whether one is more likely than the other might be hard to tell with a complete stranger, but she has a seeker that disappears and a ghostly heart-bond that can basically make her fly. “Difficult” in the labs is a goal post that’s forgotten where it’s started and sure as hell doesn’t know where it’s ended up. For all she knows, he can talk without speaking just like her eerie counterpart. Her immediate thoughts of nonsense, one of the many habits you pick up when you live your life with a very frequent visitor in your head, prompt the seeker into speaking - thinking? - up again.
Because the first pause; its flashes of insight don’t seem all that important to this current minute. But the second one? He sways a bit closer, nostrils flaring as he deeply inhales and makes note of this new, specific scent.
I don’t like this one.
Just because he has lots of teeth? I mean so do you-
Not that thing; him.
And by the love of everything he holds dear, she finally catches on to his train of thought and in a much more sly gesture than before, glances over at the other humanish (forgetting her cheek is still pressed to the glass and probably ruins whatever effect she’s going for).
“Did ye’ crack your head on the way over? Almost everybody here’s from somewhere else; the real locals like to pretend the rest a’us ain’t here, because that ever helps.” She snorts to herself, moving to peek over the rim of the tank and directs her thoughts towards Java.
Could ye eat ‘im if y’had to?
The fish?
No the guy, cause you could definitely eat th’ fish.
...I suppose so?
Then we’re pro’lly fine, she decides as she wiggles her fingers above the water, watching to see how the fish reacts. “So you never said - what kinda fish’s this again?”
The seeker can’t help but turn towards his girl with an incredulous tilt of his head, for so, so many reasons that could never be encapsulated in a single sitting. With a twitch in his eye, he desperately affirms that he remembers how to get to the sphinx’s residence from here, and prays she doesn’t lose too many appendages before he finishes dealing with whatever this problem ends up being.
Syd: +8
Java: 39 (8/10) / 46 (8/10)
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Post by Èdan on Jan 11, 2022 2:50:47 GMT -6
Amidst all the clatter, noise and general thick of it, the marketplace certainly has no shortage of scents. And whether it's due to his profession, his fishy "company", the current location or something else, the humanish has that distinct scent of an ocean about him. (It's more man-made ocean, as even the rough-looking courier seems to at least take some care of his appearance, but still. Whatever scent would be beneath would certainly take a lot more time to figure out). At the child's sass, the man's brow raises slowly on the freshly scarred side. (For something so small, quite the mouth on this one. Adorable, if said confidence wasn't so terribly misplaced).
There's a wan smile, as he leans back a little, giving her more space, "True. I've made it something of a game for meself at that, too. Got real good at picking who's who from where, what with the people I meet day to day." The knife starts picking at the apple again, as he looks to be assuming the looming beast just beside him isn't there. (Which isn't the same as ignoring it. The thoughts run quicker now, fast enough to make some of them perhaps too quick to catch - Read one, and two more escape somewhere deeper within. Where the courier seems all but languid on the outside, the inside is a whole other story, and right now the pieces are definitely moving). There's no action to interfere with her climbing the side of the tank, as it's a sturdy enough thing. The dark shape below stares up with beady, yellow eyes.
Instead, he continues, "Most times ya get the looks and clothes right, but not always. Other times it's the little turns of phrases. You'd be surprised how much can be picked up from those." He eats another apple slice, "Even here some languages are more common than Common - Feyspeak, lizardspeak, even goblintalk, sometimes." Then he points at her with a thumb, to avoid pointing with the tip of the knife, (As the seeker isn't likely to appreciate that) "Take yours, fer example - Heard it only two times here, first time from a sailor from the eastern ocean side. Which makes me think.. Yer a bit further out than most. Off-continent, eh?"
Beneath the water's reflective surface, beady eyes continue to stare as the fish slows, pauses, lines up, and.. It's motion is lightning-quick, as the long maw suddenly bursts forwards and out of the water with a hungry bite, sending spray everywhere. No doubt her reflexes are sharper, for it's still a slow thing compared to its weight and tight confinement. As to the question, the man simply raises a hand to block the spray and says in that casual lilt, "Snapper. Careful where ya stick yer fingers. Not everything here plays nice like me."
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Post by Syd on Jan 11, 2022 9:08:51 GMT -6
The self-assured air around her (not the kind that seemed quiet and easy; more the kind that made people worry more than comforted) was not so much a layer she had chosen to wrap around herself, but more of a permanent skin that she genuinely didn’t understand living without. Most people would look at a creature made of more teeth than flesh and leave without interacting with it alive and well. This idiot, however, had no problem wiggling her fingers a little higher over the water line, apparently looking to test to see how far it could jump and ready to pull it back just as quickly. You know, the kind of antics you would employ with a house cat. Or a weighted trap. Or removing toast from a toaster.
Typical everyday things, really.
Syd wrinkled her nose, and tipped her head to the side like a puppy does when they hear a new sound (and apparently a new cause of amputation). “Do you bite a lot or a lil’ bit?” She addressed said risk of injury; “Doc’d pro’lly be okay with a little but not too much. You wouldn’t eat Doc all the way, would’ya?”
Inwardly, her thoughts shift as Java tells her, he’s thinking about where you might be from. A lot. Outwardly she hums non committedly, and says in a dismissive and apathetic tone only a teenager could portray authentically: “Eh, it’s a lot less boring ‘round here. Lot more mean people too, maybe, but at least they’re sneaky ‘bout it.” Because that is apparently one of the highest and most desired standards to hold oneself to? Spirits only knew.
Syd: +10
Java: 39 (9/10) / 46 (9/10)
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Post by Èdan on Jan 11, 2022 9:30:47 GMT -6
If the fish has a disposition, it's best described as 'permanently disgruntled', which incidentally started and failed to cease the second the man dragged it out of the water by its tail, all those weeks back at the river. As much a handful then as now, it shows little hesitation and even less capacity to learn, dropping back into the water only to start skulking and lining itself up again for another dash at those fingers. To the girl's credit, it takes guts to keep enticing something with a jaw the size on her own head (Though, likewise, there's a fine line between courage and the kind of mistakes you only get to make once). Perhaps it's that last part, or some inward reluctance to take on paperwork for injuring a small child, that finally makes the humanish stand and give a shooing gesture towards her leaning over the water, "A'right, a'right, enough playing with the merch. It's for sale if yer interested, but I ain't paying any damages before or after that. Once you've paid you can feed it, have it fed or get fed, all you want."
As he leans up against the box again, her own dismissal is only matched by the casual lilt of the courier, more a series of flat words than having real expression, "Boring? You must've not been in town for long. Mean part's fair, I suppose.." A raise of the shoulders, like the gesture of a shrug rather than its motion, as he considers the leering seeker a moment, "Still, not half as mean as this one right now, from what I've heard of your kind." The head turns back to her, "What's he, your bodyguard or war mount?" (And what part counted as "most of the time", cause the proverbial daggers are rather starting to feel like rain).
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Post by Syd on Jan 11, 2022 10:03:09 GMT -6
The stink face that ripples across her face scrunches up her cheeks and forehead in a extremely attractive fashion that quickly slips into disdain, judging his shooing heavily and very obviously behind mirror discs and crossing her arms across her chest. “Never said nothin’ ‘bout buyin’ it - maybe I jus’ wanted to know where’d y’find it?” Although the weight of the immediate convenience of buying it (however inconvenient it would be to transport the fish with said fish tank) versus the amount of effort needed to get one herself would have to be taken into consideration. Who knew; maybe it was an easy fish to find? She’d never seen it herself - then again, she more often ate fish than go fishing herself, gods forbid, so that maybe had something to do with it. Although Chip’d be over the moon about the prospect, probably.
The humanish snorts next, on a pedestal made of blind self-importance and self-diagnosed omnipotence. “Boring? Here? Aw,” she turns to Java in commiseration (who for his part doesn’t reciprocate due to his current hope of setting the man’s head-cloth on fire with the power of his mind, and in the moment slightly regretting that his talents lay elsewhere), “it’s so cute when they’re new. There’s a house here that basically eats people, so if you’re bored here you must be tryin’ real hard t’make it that way.”
"For example, this is Java. He's got the 'sense'," she uses quotation claws here like the word is highly infectious and undesirable, "and manners and stuff outta the two of us, and I personally make sure we find all the good stuff." The toothy grin that accompanies this statement could not be more of a warning sign even with a massive concentrated effort towards the same goal, and its obvious she's damn proud of it too.
And then as almost an after-thought: “An’ why would y’pay for damages? If I just let some skinny-dink fish eat my fingers, I pro’lly deserved it.” The priorities on this one.
Syd: +12
Java: 40 (0/10) / 47 (0/10)
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Post by Èdan on Jan 11, 2022 10:50:02 GMT -6
To play to a bleeding heart one would actually have to have one. Sure, he decides to care about the occasional thing (Mostly when it's convenient, sometimes even if it's not but could be fun), but the girl's sour expression falls on deaf ears (Or perhaps blind eyes? Mirror eyes? Hm. Actually, the less he thinks about that part, the better. Something is still not right about all that, but there's time for that later). When she's all done playing the proverbial weeping crocodile, the courier's expression hasn't moved an inch. He simply slices off another piece of the apple, with a flat, plain counter of "Kid.. that place was built because stuff was so boring. Even then it's mostly the same stuff that's on the outside, just draped in fantasy."
"Case in point," there's a momentary liveness, as he stands up from the lean. "Your sense-maker here, with the black eyes and charming personality - Probs not too different to most of the stuff wandering that place." (A thought passed like the caboose of a passing train - Though perhaps only half as clever - before the pace picked up again, the rest flittering much quicker). "Sure, it's fun the first few times, but after a while you can only have bats and cats and bears thrown in your face so many times 'afore it gets stale. Can't really spook to something ya see everyday on the norm. Now.." and he indicated between himself and her, "If the two of us ever so much as set foot on that gods forsaken continent you call home, I doubt we'd make two days before they at best kill us or at worst enslave us, what with their preference to things being anything other than only human. So, boring is good."
The flat of the knife taps the glass again, "As for this one.. Bit a ways out of here, not really a well-known place. Found a hidden river cave and this thing was dredged up from it. Quite the fighter, nearly took my face off." (Which means she'll probably like it even more). When she asks that last question, there's a museless scoff as he side-eyes the seeker, "Same reason your friend won't eat me here. If ya own it, yer responsible for it. The City won't care how it gets its taxes or its fines, or why."
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Post by Syd on Jan 11, 2022 12:53:28 GMT -6
There is a head tilt full of deliberation and for quite possibly the first time in the conversation, she takes a moment to actually look at who she’s talking to. Before the fish had been more important to pay attention to (obviously), but she’s starting to have a notion or two otherwise.
Hear anything worth knowing?
He shifts his weight, pale blue lines undulating on top of muscles clad in grey. Not yet.
Hmm.
Well, gods forbid anyone accuses her of flirting with patience for more than a hot minute. “So first off, you kinda think like an old man,” she starts off, turning back to the tank even as she says it and trails a finger along the rim of it, “so there’s that. Second, jus’ cause boring is safe doesn’t make it better. And third, just ‘cause you wouldn’t last two days don’t mean I wouldn’t.” Doesn’t mean she didn’t, but with Java prowling for scraps, she wasn’t quite in the mood to give up the kinds of things he seemed to be …looking for?
Maybe he actually had recently migrated over the pond. She probably should be trying to help out of the ~kindness~ of her own heart. (Java groans inside and out.)
“Oh! And fourth -” she directs this at Java, “he thinks I own you! He really is adorable!”
Despite himself, the seeker chuckles at the notion, blowing a large breath directly into the man’s face in amusement.
Regardless; time to put on her charity apron. She claps her two hands together before pointing them at her new designated charity case. “So, y'ready for me to do’ya a favor?”
Oh no.
Oh yes.
Syd: +14
Java: 40 (1/10) / 47 (1/10)
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Post by Èdan on Jan 11, 2022 13:42:15 GMT -6
The courier takes a seat on the box again, one leg propped on the edge to afford his elbow a rest on the knee. The spiel hasn't even properly begun to wind itself up, but from the various expressions and sudden motions from the girl, it's certainly shaping up to be a 'lesson to behold' to be sure. (Who would have thought it only took that much poking). The fish in the tank keeps an occasional eye open for opportunity, but in so far as her hand only stays on the edge, it doesn't make any other attempts to snap again. Meanwhile, the courier gets grilled left and right by a series of assumptions and accusations he isn't even sure should require sensible comment. (It's tempting to, to keep that sudden chatter train going and seeing what tumbles out. But there's opportunity taking shape here that's perhaps even better than that).
And then the beast chuckles. The courier, of course, does the usual tilt of the head away from the sudden stench of a carnivore's breath as if disgusted (But somewhere deeper within there's an attentive pause in the surface thoughts. A recognition. A realization. Something sparks and the thoughts are just as quick to scatter in whole new directions). When the man looks up to him with an annoyed side-eye, waving a hand through the air with a "Ugh.." the thoughts themselves drift ever further away, tucked and veiled (And utterly inconspicuous. Just plain everyday concerns, usual worries, and the occasional memory of a chore needing to be done, to spice things up).
As for the girl.. The side-eye seeker-side not withstanding, his attention mostly remains on her, so when she finishes the masterful summary with a proposition, he raises both brows, managing to look both impress and unbothered by the scathing commentary at the same time. "Mmm. Sounds like you have a lot all figured out." He cuts up another apple piece, "Would yer favour include making big grey here eat a mint plant for the breath? 'Cause that'd be something worth considering."
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Post by Syd on Jan 17, 2022 21:23:35 GMT -6
Out of the two of them, he is the one known for patience (and common sense, and restraint, and-). And he doesn’t fully understand why this one tests all these things to an irregularly strained degree. It is not the man’s looks; it would be more strange if he looked completely normal. And maybe he couldn’t be considered a natural tracker, but the seeker couldn’t smell anything unnaturally foul hiding in his scent. Even the stranger’s mind, while uncommonly organized and careful, probably wouldn’t be enough to warrant this …degree of a reaction. There is just; there is just.
There is something wrong with him, and for the life of him Java cannot fathom the why. His telepathic abilities had always garnered enough information when "push came to shove", and the fact that he can’t root out even the vaguest reason as to who this man is, wants, needs -
His lip curls unconsciously in a quick but silent snarl, but it quells the instinct he wants to give into. His girl, ever perceptive when he doesn’t wish her to be, pouts at him and moves away from the tank.
“Yeah, no, have fun convincing him about breath mints. You get used to it,” she shrugs, and (rather easily, taking into account her lack of height) slots herself in front of Java, tucking herself under his chin. She even stands on tip-toes and nudges the bottom of his jaw with the top of her horns. He grumbles discontentedly, and proceeds to give this seller of wares an even more narrowed look. Rarely one to let longer than a moment pass by silently, she hums.
“Yeah, most people think I don’t have anything figured out, and somehow it always surprises ‘em when I do.” She cocks her head.
“Like how Java’s usually th' nice one outta the two of us. Got any idea why he’d hate you so much?”
Syd: +16
Java: 40 (2/10) / 47 (2/10)
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