ye olde mingle of the pathstone variety

[openhands]

Who: crew of the pathstone & you!!!
Broadcast: ??
Action: aboard the pathstone, yo
When: 11/25 & beyond

[So how about that longer hallway? Weird, right? Or you know the new antiquated look in the interior is kinda nice...right? Right.]

[...GET IN HERE, IT'S A MINGLE]

Comments

[heresyandlace]

[for a while, it's as though she isn't even there. he's just wrapped up in his methodical task without pause or distraction.

he has taken notice of her, however. eventually, while he's busy propping up a tiny mirror with meticulous care, he speaks up without actually glancing in her direction.]

...Are you staring, or waiting for an invitation?

[openhands]

[Cassandra makes a disgusted noise.]

What are you doing?

[heresyandlace]

[oh, that disgusted noise. he's grown a little fond of it by now.]

What does it look like I'm doing?

[openhands]

[Do not start making it into a game for how many times you can hear it in an hour, Tek. You will regret that in the long-term.]

Why are you doing it then?

[heresyandlace]

To brighten up the place, obviously.

[he finally glances over, giving her a smile.]

Don't you like it?

[openhands]

[He gets a literal grunt for an answer.]

[She just doesn't trust him at all. At all.]

[heresyandlace]

[he blinks, as if he can't already guess what her actual problem is.]

Is that a no?

...What is your preferred style of decor, anyway?

[openhands]

Stop trying to act as though you don't know what I think of you and using this as an invitation for an unwanted conversation.

[heresyandlace]

Is trying to be friendly with a crewmate a crime now?

...I've typically found that one should at least make an effort at civility if they really want someone to listen and answer them. Haven't you?

[openhands]

When you prove yourself even remotely deserving of that, I will happily provide it.

[heresyandlace]

And if you ever give me a single reason that I should try and prove a thing to you, maybe I will.

[openhands]

[Cassandra rolls her eyes, muttering a doubtful under her breath before stalking off.]