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Who: SS Red Fish crew
Broadcast: nup
Action: yurp. It's a crew mingle!
When: Today/forward-dated according to preference.

[Holy smokes, Red Fish had four people now! They're almost finished forming a five man band. Who's gonna be the leader? Who's gonna be the lancer? If Hange is the leader, is Zhas the lancer? Wait, obviously Zhas is The Big Guy. So Coil is The Smart Guy? Does Nunnally have to be the chick? No way, Nunnally. We believe in you. You're way too useful to be the chick. UwU ♥ ]

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[carrying on to the next step of his question, he gestures out the same shape he'd done for his fighting staff, but this one is drawn shorter. sword-sized. and he points at her questioningly.

if there are no swords, he's wondering if she practices with something else here. he'd even settle for a lead pipe.]

I've got nothing, kiddo. But there might be the possibility of stocking up on something at the next waystation.

[he finally just... sighs and nods. okay. he gives up.

he's just going to have to face Zhas without any training prep at all beforehand.]

[she claps him on the shoulder. unless he runs away like a scared cat, anyway.]

Problem, kiddo?

[he does flinch, and it's more of the catching himself from lashing out in defense type than a retreating sort.

his attention is totally focused on her now, at least.

and instead of trying to explain, he shakes his head]

[This is all good information. She maintains the contact for a second, lets it drop without comment, looking at him closely.]

Well, unless there's anything else I can help you with, I'll get back to it.

[yeah, not exactly the kind of kid to sneak up on, startle, or touch without warning. especially while everything is new, he's a little on the twitchy side.

and he shakes his head, pretty sure that there isn't anything else he can get from her that would be helpful.

he'll just quietly lurk around this area until his partner shows up.]

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