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Who: Uchiha Sasuke+YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Huntress
When: Jan. 31

A few things.

There are a good number of fighters here or people otherwise trained in combat. I'm interested in observing people's abilities or training, or at least discussing what they can do. Spars could also be arranged if you want some exercise.

Secondly, I'll take recommendations for good literature available around here.

Finally, if you know how to knit or crochet then I'll offer you up to ten credits to watch you create something.

[ Yeah, this isn't weird. For anyone interested in action he'll be holed up in his room on the Huntress! ]

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Oh my god. You're serious about that?

Oh. It's you again.

I'm generally always serious.

Yeah, I just didn't think knitting would be your kind of thing.

If you're actually interested and actually paying, I'll show you.

Do you have stores of yarn?

I got some back on the last planet.

That's suitable, then. I'm willing to pay you the agreed upon amount.

Great.

Where are we doing this?

[ Preferably somewhere public, like it's a weird blind date. ]

[ We will be the weirdest people wherever we are. ]

I have no real preference. I'm on the Huntress but I'm willing to go where needed.

The ships are all full enough. Maybe the park.

In that case, be at the northwest entrance within fifteen minutes with your supplies.

Not much for waiting, huh.

[ Joke's on you, they were already at the park! ]

[ Did they actually bring their knitting supplies because wow. But fine, Sasuke will leave the Huntress as promised in order to head to the designated meeting spot, luckily in the normal civilian clothes that Ino had helped him pick out so he doesn't stand out too much.

He's using an illusion to give himself a false arm, too, looking like an altogether normal if not handsome young man as he checks his communicator. Yeah right. ]

Wave your hand or do something to indicate which person is you.

[ Well, they've been spending a lot of time off the ship because it's crowded (like, to the point of practically living in the park), and having something to do is probably the best thing they can do.

Kid's a mess, after all.

And when they get that message, they raise their hand high into the air like they're about to wave...

...

...and then flip Sasuke (and the rest of the crowd) off.

Sasuke, meet an undernourished preteen of indeterminate gender in an overly-large sweater. :') ]

[ Immediately his eyes dart to the source of movement, and he can't say he's overly surprised by what he sees. Well, in terms of the gesture anyway. The person is another matter.

He approaches, looking them over without comment. ]

Chara. [ Meet a well-nourished seventeen-year-old who looks and acts older and is very clearly male. ]

[ Shit, Sasuke looks like he could totally beat them up. Well, maybe if things go bad, they can stab him in the eye with the knitting needles and then make a run for it.

Yeah, that sounds like a good plan.

...oh, right, introductions. ]

Yeah. That's me.

[ Definitely not cool or confident in person; for all their sarcasm in text, they kind of look miserable in person. It probably doesn't help that they look like they haven't brushed their hair in like a week. ]

We can go sit down somewhere-- it's better than standing around here.

[ So they both look like completely gloomy youths with bad hair, albeit one showcases much more confidence than the other one. Incredible. ]

Very well. This way, then. [ And he leads the way to a bench, one occupied by a sprawling loner until Sasuke stands directly in front of him and stares him in the eye until he gets up and leaves. This'll do.

and don't you touch my eyes you piece of shit I will cook you from the inside out ]

Here, have a seat.

[ Thaaaat's a good way to put it.

...seriously? There had to be an empty bench somewhere else.

But whatever, they'll sit down on one end of it, dropping the backpack they've been carrying onto the ground. Unzipping it, one can see that there is a half-finished sweater in it, a bunch of yarn, and a few chocolate bars that they definitely did not pay for. ]

So...should I just...go ahead?

[ While Sasuke watches, apparently. ]

[ No doubt there had been but Sasuke tends to aggressively cut corners, usually with an actual knife. Today is a pleasantly slow day by comparison.

He takes his seat, quietly surveying their belongings before his eyes suddenly shift to red, black tomoe spinning until they come to a rest within his irises. ]

Sure, that'll be fine. Do you want to be paid ahead of time?

[ Woah, if Sasuke's got knives, he better share.

Actually, probably not, since they qualify as a danger to themself and others. ]

Yeah, if you're offering.

[ And if Sasuke was not offering and was just being a jerk... well. WELL. Well, who knows.

In the meantime, they just fiddle with their knitting needles. Nice and child-safe, very adoptive-mother-approved. ]

I don't renege on my agreements. [ This is complete and utter bullshit but it sounds nice and therefore he'll just spew it forth like it's the gospel truth. He likes to pride himself on his honesty and straightforwardness while also suffering from a crippling lack of honor.

All the same he digs around in his pocket, briefly, producing the agreed upon credits after a moment or two. ]

Here.

[ Staaares at the credits for a moment. Then takes them, because fuck it, even if it's some kind of weird trap, they need money. ]

...thanks.

[ And then they'll get started with their little job. I sure don't know shit about knitting, so we'll handwave this for the sake of this thread making sense. ]

[ Money is one thing Sasuke is slowly amassing, not only in his frozen bank account due to ratings but also by busying himself with a number of ~~illegal~~ jobs around the station. He definitely won't miss ten credits even if he does have plans for his funds. ]

Sure. [ This isn't awkward at all, this intense staring and general silence over a simple knitting project. ]

... if you had to do it with one hand, how would you do it? [ uh ]

[ Probably a good idea. Must be nice to...be able to work. ]

I'd find a different hobby.

[ Ugh-- ]

... removing that option from consideration, how would you do it?

I guess just...

[ Trying to maneuver this...if they hold one of the needles between their legs, they can make it work, albeit slowly and clumsily. ]

It's not as easy.

[ They say, accidentally fumbling the one they're holding. ]

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