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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[mortalcoil]

[the hesitation drags on for a few moments more, while he deliberates. it's a strange thing to have acknowledged out in the open like that, especially when he lacks the ability to explain further.

eventually, though... he realizes that it's probably a good thing that he doesn't have to struggle to ask or explain, and just getting this all over with quickly is the best option. so, when he finally resumes leading the way, it's hurried.

he wants to get to the ship and have all parties move on fast before anything can happen. so, when the ship comes into sight, he heads right for the cargo bay doors.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he follows him, of course, but by the time he's at the doors, he's looking for somewhere he can put this leg down. it's kind of ridiculous. he can't believe Coil tried to drag all this stuff back in one trip...]

[mortalcoil]

[hey, it would have been fine if the bag hadn't ripped open. and that would have been fine if ostrich legs weren't so knobbly.

for now, he's just setting everything down outside of the door. he's not even opening it yet. and as soon as he has his half settled, he turns and gestures for Robin to just give him the leg. he'll take care of it.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Mm. [here. take the leg. he doesn't even want it. he peels his gloves off while Coil sets the leg down, and holds out his hand by the time he can look again.]

Give me your talk box. Your communicator.

[mortalcoil]

[he hurries with this too, without asking questions--just flipping it out of his pocket and pushing it in Robin's direction. hanging around this long, even for this, is already making him nervous.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he quickly keys in his frequency number. he leaves his name in there, too, and hands it back.]

Send me some kind of message when you're not busy, we'll meet up.

[mortalcoil]

[he gives a short, stressed nod as he takes the thing back. which just leaves hoisting the ostrich parts up into his arms again... and waiting for Robin to leave.

which, by his tense, hesitant expression, he's at least partially not wanting it to happen--current circumstances aside.

and judging by that look, he'll likely be giving him a call sooner rather than later.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

All right. See you...

[he takes a couple of steps backward... waves with his own communicator. he's keeping Coil's number in his head, but he can remember one other thing--]

Seriously, late nights, early morning, whatever. You know I don't sleep.