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driftfleet2015-08-03 03:38 pm
heresyandlace) wrote in driftfleet2015-08-03 03:38 pm
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Who: Tek and anyone!
Broadcast: Video
Action: Beachside lounging
When: Early August
→ video
[the video feed flicks on to the glare of the sun, until the (absurdly) pretty man wielding the device leans back into the shade. he seems to be starting this broadcast mid-thought, and--for anyone who knows him well enough to spot the difference--he's smiling quite easily.]
--Oh, now I remember. I'd wanted to ask if there were any fine metalsmiths in the fleet. I'd intended to ask the next locals we happened across for their services, but... well. Metalworking does not seem to be among their most refined skills.
I'm looking for someone trustworthy and proficient in jewelry-making. I have several options for payment. If interested, please reply.
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[and with that matter done with, he settles back to wait in high comfort. for anyone happening by, he has found the absolute perfect spot along the shoreline. there is a stretch of clean, soft sand with an impeccable view of the ocean, tucked into the patchy, partial shade of a small stand of trees.
and he must be feeling better than usual, because he's actually wearing something that Atroma has given him--gothy-looking shorts that he has drawstringed to hang just a little off his hips--and he is sacrificing multiple layers of beach towels and blankets to the sand. he apparently doesn't care whether or not he'll ever get the sand out of them again.
Tek has made himself the most comfortable basking spot on the planet, and he has left more than enough room for a friend.
he knows that Atroma is messing with his head, but he can't find it within himself to be bothered right now. he even has a little brush and bottle of lovely dark maroon ink that he's staining his nails with. someone is glitched and enjoying every minute of it.]
Broadcast: Video
Action: Beachside lounging
When: Early August
→ video
[the video feed flicks on to the glare of the sun, until the (absurdly) pretty man wielding the device leans back into the shade. he seems to be starting this broadcast mid-thought, and--for anyone who knows him well enough to spot the difference--he's smiling quite easily.]
--Oh, now I remember. I'd wanted to ask if there were any fine metalsmiths in the fleet. I'd intended to ask the next locals we happened across for their services, but... well. Metalworking does not seem to be among their most refined skills.
I'm looking for someone trustworthy and proficient in jewelry-making. I have several options for payment. If interested, please reply.
→ action
[and with that matter done with, he settles back to wait in high comfort. for anyone happening by, he has found the absolute perfect spot along the shoreline. there is a stretch of clean, soft sand with an impeccable view of the ocean, tucked into the patchy, partial shade of a small stand of trees.
and he must be feeling better than usual, because he's actually wearing something that Atroma has given him--gothy-looking shorts that he has drawstringed to hang just a little off his hips--and he is sacrificing multiple layers of beach towels and blankets to the sand. he apparently doesn't care whether or not he'll ever get the sand out of them again.
Tek has made himself the most comfortable basking spot on the planet, and he has left more than enough room for a friend.
he knows that Atroma is messing with his head, but he can't find it within himself to be bothered right now. he even has a little brush and bottle of lovely dark maroon ink that he's staining his nails with. someone is glitched and enjoying every minute of it.]
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and oh, if only Tek had been wearing his female face right then--it would have perfectly complimented the demure, teasing look he glances up with as he takes Ladon's hand.]
Goodness, you make me sound so special.
[the smile is shortlived, though. the state of the other dragon's nails is a bit of a mood-killer.]
...Do you have a knife on you?
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And the question about a knife is easily answered. He takes a little leather sheath out of his shoe, where it was tucked in with his socks and then produces a switchblade, which he opens before handing it over by the hilt. ] Always. Don't trust those zappy pea-shooters Atroma went givin' us to use, yeah?
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and with said knife, he begins to daintily pick at the imperfections and smooth out the edges of Ladon's nails. his hands will look lovely in no time.]
...Your poor nails. You've been working so much on this world, there's been no time to clean them up at all?
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He watches Tek work for a few moments before glancing back out at the sea and watching the waves stroke the sands of the beach in front of them. ]
Never really paid much attention to 'em, yeah? Fussin' over 'em's more what dames do in Nieve. Only went learnin' how to act like a fella.
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[the word gets him smirking. the various terms for women, worlds-wide, will never cease to amuse him--and this one in particular has tickled him quite a bit. a word for such a specific and lofty rank, and always said in the most casual, improper ways possible.
the rest of it makes him laugh too.]
That's very human of you, don't you think?
[he asks it lightly enough, still smiling, while his eyes remain down on Ladon's nails. and he sets the knife daintily aside to switch to ink and brush. here comes the color...]