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]

[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.