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. ]

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[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.]