[Open] Mornings, man.

[tallasaking]

Who: Tyrion, the entire fleet
Broadcast: Open, accidental
Action: Tyrion is having a bad morning.
When: This Morning.

[The recording starts with Tyrion's small, stubby hand putting the device on the edge of the sink, tilting it upwards. All you can see is the top of his damp, curly blonde head, and the top of his scar. Then there's a sigh, before there is the sound of Tyrion's steps dragging across the bathroom floor.

After that, is the scrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeech of metal being pulled across metal, as the top of Tyrion's head comes into view again. Then the stomp stomp of Tyrion climbing what can only be the stepstool, and his tired face and slightly bloodshot eyes. He's not drunk, that much is clear, just ... tired.

He eyes the camera, and states flatly.]

There must be some universe ... where all things, can be available, according to height.

[And with that, he begins to clean his face, turning off the camera.]

Comments

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion paused in his grooming to eye her again.]

You are ever so terrifying. Always, not just in the morning. I really shouldn't find that attractive.

[takeabow]

[ she's a bit stunned by this. it's small but apparent. ]

Wait, what?

[tallasaking]

What, that I find frightening women attractive? I know, it's a bad personal life choice. Clearly I should go for some gentle soul who will be able to tolerate my bad humors and my ugliness. Ah well, the heart wants for what it cannot have.

[There, Nova, thrown from your game before you try to toss him out an airlock. He finishes trimming his beard, eying himself.]

Although with this I look half way towards dashing.

[takeabow]

[ she's definitely thrown for a loop ]

...Right. Well. Whatever. I'm going to get breakfast.

[tallasaking]

[He smirks at his reflection, before he snaps his fingers and yells.]

Do be as so kind as to make some coffee!

[takeabow]

[ she sticks her head back in ]

Did you just snap at me?

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion arched both eyebrows at her, then down at his fingers.]

No, Nova, I snapped at myself because it occurred to me that coffee, sweet, delicious and delectable coffee, would be necessary for me to become a human being this morning. One does not snap at a woman unless one wishes to be stabbed in one's sleep.

[takeabow]

I'm glad we're on the same page about that. And I'll think about the coffee.

[tallasaking]

Just as long as you do not consider tossing it in my face? I shall be grateful.

[takeabow]

[ he gets a little smile ]

I'm grumpy, not sadistic. Probably.

[tallasaking]

See it's the 'probably' that keeps me from pushing things too far ...

[takeabow]

That's the idea.

[ she'll go and find something to eat, and yes, will brew some coffee. no guarantee it'll be good ]

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion returns about an hour later, looking perturbed. He nods absently at Nova, before going to try the coffee.

Which he looks at, after sipping.]

... well, that will put additional hair on my chest.

[takeabow]

You don't like it?

[tallasaking]

I did not say that. I just said it is ... as it is, strong. [He took another sip, and sighed.] Which frankly I could use.

[takeabow]

Coffee could be hard to get at home, so I'm probably not the best person to make it.

[tallasaking]

Well, something to know in the future. When I wish to be awake for the next twenty hours -- go to Nova.

[takeabow]

It's not that bad.

[tallasaking]

No, as I said, just very strong.

[takeabow]

Yeah.

I set out some breakfast if you want it. It's just gels and stuff though.

[tallasaking]

Mmmm gels. You spoil me, Nova.

[He smiled as he went to see what had been put out, and appropriately mix them.]

[takeabow]

Living in the lap of luxury, here.

[tallasaking]

We are, without a doubt, living on the teat of the fortunate.

[He sighed as he carefully pushed his mug atop the table, and then carefully pushed his plate, and then climbed up into the chair so he could in fact, eat at the table.]

... So I am going to construct some things around here that are made for me. Do you have any objection?

[takeabow]

Oh.

No.

Why would I object?

[tallasaking]

... Well I will have to temporarily turn off the plumbing to make the adjustments.