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.

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[mortalcoil]

[in the midst of his effort to try and wrap the unwieldy bits in a large shred of plastic, he finally looks up at her again.

and seeing her do nothing but stare, he puts a free hand up in an exaggerated shrug. it could equally be either a motion of 'what?' or 'what are you waiting for?']

[payback]

[She stares at him for another second and then hisses through her teeth. Tsst.]

You should make them give you something sturdier next time.

[She knees down and wincingly pushes some of the bits back in his direction. Ugh, nasty. She should've just left and let him deal with it. Stupid boy. She'll vanish back into the crowds after this and go wash up. Ugh.]

[mortalcoil]

[again he makes a big, annoyed, wordless gesture with his hand. he looks like he has a mouthful to say about it, but remains silent.

the worst of the mess is the packet of organmeat. the wax paper or whatever it is that the butcher had wrapped it in lost some of its integrity when it hit the ground. so... it is now leaking, and Coil is looking almost as disgusted as she does while he tries to figure out what to do with it]

[payback]

[What a wretched, nasty mess. The bag is full of other meat, no? So it can't be wrapped up in anything.

Rin makes as if to place her hands on her knees and then thinks better of it, hovering them in the air instead. Don't touch. Anything. He might be on his own for those organs.]

Euuugh...

[mortalcoil]

[she's still hanging around, and he's inching toward the line of desperation here. he doesn't have enough money to buy more of this stuff. it's either this or nothing. so, there's some helplessness in his face when he looks to her again, bag of giant bird giblets clutched together in both hands.

with kind of a pleading look, he tilts his head, nodding toward her and then sort of looking over and lifting his chin in the direction of the shops. trying to hint at something.]

[payback]

[That's fairly obvious. She stares at him and then her gaze chills into a glare. She holds it on him for a few seconds before getting up and heading back towards the shops. Fine.]

[mortalcoil]

[he can only hope that she's off to comply with his wordless request.

and hope he does.

...all he can do is stay crouched here, awkwardly holding together dripping paper and meat, waiting for her to come back.]

[payback]

[She is not happy. But she will do this. She will do this one nice thing for this stranger. Give it five minutes or so and she's coming back with another bag, though her expression is closed off. At least she doesn't look irate? Not that it probably matters to Coil. And she crouches and opens one bag for him without speaking.]

[mortalcoil]

[he at least offers the sign for 'thank you' along with his look of relief when she returns, which he's found is usually universal enough for non-signing people to get the gist of. it's a lot, coming from him.

the bag of organs get dumped in first. he tries to be careful and delicate about it, but there is only so much he can do in this case.]

[payback]

[Ugghhh. Her lip curls slightly but she holds the bag anyway, straightening her arms out somewhat unconsciously so it's further from her. So nasty...]

[mortalcoil]

[he doesn't care about the shirt he's wearing--he briefly wipes off his sticky, red hands before moving onto the next bit.

it's the same kind of bag though. as he starts loading it up, it's pretty clear that this one bag is likely going to end up like the last one as soon as he tries to pick it up.]

[payback]

[Good thing someone had the foresight to ask for a few bags. She watches this stupid process going on and then snarls at him, somehow managing to throw the wad of extra bags at his dumb head.]

Double bag it or split it up or do something different!

[mortalcoil]

[the fluffy wad of plastic hits him on his blind side, which makes him flinch and grimace, huffing back at her with as much of an audible sigh as he can manage without using his voice.

he glares at her as he snatches up the bags, throwing up his other hand in a completely exasperated gesture.

she had extra bags? that would have been nice to know like twenty seconds ago.]

[payback]

[She pulls a face at him. Go on, be a little shit. She'll drop this bag and walk off. Keep going. Keep being a shit.]

[mortalcoil]

[well, now that he has more bags, he can totally do a better job at this. ...though, pulling the bags apart with sticky fingers is kind of a chore. they're going to have fingerprints all over them.

he takes the packet of organs back out, wads it up in its own bag, and puts it back in again before he starts double bagging up the rest of the meat.

the leg is going to be the most challenging, though. it's what poked a hole in the original one to begin with.]

[payback]

[She will nicely hold the bag open wider for him, though her nose crinkles... this is it. This is as far as her kindness goes. After this she's not helping anymore, she's gonna leave >:(]

[mortalcoil]

[he takes a minute to compress the limb even further, bending the joint against the fact that it's already stiffened up with rigormortis. he really puts his back into it.

once he's satisfied with the fact that it's as folded as it can possibly get (there were a couple of nice, tiny pops as cartilage cracked and separated from bone) he works on wedging that in there alongside everything else.

and then the ordeal will finally be over.]

[payback]

[She puts the bag down and stands up. She's so out of here :T]

hahaha I never hit send :|

[mortalcoil]

[after he carefully ties the bag around the ends of leg that stick out, he wipes the one clean spot on the back of his wrist across his forehead, pushing his hair out of his face. this whole thing is a mess.

and even though he's crabby and annoyed and antisocial, he repeats the sign for 'thank you' one more time.]

typical for a nerd like you

[payback]

[She squints at him because... eh. Is he thanking her? Maybe? That better be what it is, but she's not entirely sure. Instead of saying anything she just nods curtly and then cuts her way off through the crowd. Off to wash her hands.]