mingle post? mingle post. MINGLE POST!!

[carreau]

Who: you
Broadcast: if you want
Action: also if you want
When: right. goddamn. now.

[ It's a mingle post. IN SPACE.

Just comment and tag around. ]

Comments

[aberrant_type]

[Something about that towhead rings a bell. Hange pauses in her running to knock on the shop window, and then waves at him when he turns to look. She looks sweaty, but cheerful as always.]

[catamite]

[ah! he immediately grins and waves at the familiar face, and then beckons for her to come in]

[aberrant_type]

[Well, she does, looking around once she's in the shop. This is so not her element, but she looks Nel over gamely.]

Long time no see, kiddo.

[catamite]

[he twirls around to face her, feather boa trailing around until he flips it securely back over his other shoulder, all flourish and drama. totally fabulous.]

How do I look?

[aberrant_type]

[Like a child playing dress-up.

She leans back on one leg and looks him over.]

Like you're having a good time with those feather ornaments! Going to buy something pretty, kiddo?

[catamite]

Maybe. [he doesn't know if he can afford any of it. because he doesn't know if he has any money left. because money is hard.

but he's having fun, despite eyes that are edging on the red and watery side, and that's what matters.]

...Or maybe one of these.

[he waves the little feather tickle wand at her with a smirk.]

[aberrant_type]

[She chuckles.]

Get your feather scarf, that looks more useful!

How're you doing, kid?

[catamite]

I'm not sick anymore. And I found out that some people I know are here.

[he puts the tickler back on its shelf and adds another scarf to his neck--pink this time.]

Which color is the best?

[aberrant_type]

I like the green, personally. [It goes with his eyes... even if it's terrible neon.] Who'd those people be, hm?

[catamite]

[he swaps out the multiple boas he's got on for only the green one, fluffing it up around his neck and admiring the results in the mirror]

People from home. ...Well, sorta.

[aberrant_type]

Mhm? What's that sorta about? [She just leans back and observes him a little. The flutter of a kept creature. Poor kid.]

[catamite]

Well, like... I met them from home? But they weren't from there, or something... so...

[he shrugs, as if it's no big deal. as if he's even actually grasped the concept to begin with.]

[aberrant_type]

Are you on a ship with them? [Casual conversation inside this stupid shop full of fripperies. She balances her weight on one leg, folding her arms.]

[catamite]

No, they're on a different one. The, uh... [thinking, while he switches the green boa out for an orange one to compare] ...something about sports.

...'Watersport'?

[aberrant_type]

... I'm not sure we have... a watersport. [Thinking.] What're their names?

[catamite]

Robin and Rin. [he laces the boa along outstretched arms, continuing to pose in the mirror, looking at Hange via the reflection] ...Oh, and Cecil too. But she's not from home.

[aberrant_type]

Robin and Cecil I know! Aren't you lucky? It's nice to have friends around. [She straightens up.] Are they looking after you?

[catamite]

[he's looking at his own reflection when he nods, keeping up a smile, doing a good job of floating on superficial thoughts instead of anything more complicated or stressing.]

It was weird to see people here that I know. But they're all really nice, so that's cool.

Nobody bad has shown up.

[aberrant_type]

[Nobody "bad," huh? She can imagine that he's met some pretty bad types in his short life. It's a shame.]

I think that shopkeep might toss us both out unless you buy something...

[catamite]

[oh, distracted immediately from the mirror and everything else, he drops his smile and turns to glance back at her, looking concerned over getting in trouble.]

--Oh, should I get something? What should I buy?

[aberrant_type]

The scarf is nicest, I think. Do you have money, kiddo?

[catamite]

Which color?

[he asks while digging out the few chips he has from his pockets. and once located, he starts looking through them like he has any idea what they actually mean.]

[aberrant_type]

I like the green or blue. Sets off your eyes. [She comes closer to look at the money in his hand... hm.]

I'll buy you one, kiddo.

[catamite]

[he goes with the green one, then. toxic green is a good color.]

Really?

[aberrant_type]

[She gives him a thump at the back, significantly gentler than her usual congratulatory whacks. Don't wanna hurt the baby.]

Sure! C'mon, now. [She heads to the checkout counter...]