[Open Moons Mingle Log]

[serpentis]

Who: Anyone and Everyone!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Abeo, Accendo, Adsum
When: 2/3-2/7

[WELCOME TO THE MOONS ENJOY YOUR STAY DON'T GET ARRESTED.]

Comments

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[and, you know, he's in a good mood--and it's an interesting sort of people who look at his grotesque little tricks without recoiling in fear or disgust. it's very endearing. he flexes his fingers, waving cheerily at Garak to show that they're all still working.]

Oh, I've seen it. It's very funny, to see the look on their face when I get back up again.

[parricida]

[He takes his hand and runs his thumb over Robin's palm-- teasingly, yes, but he also wants to physically examine where the cut was.]

Now, how is it done, hm?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[oh, he'll just enjoy being the center of his attention.]

That's a trade secret.

[parricida]

Oh, you must give me a hint, at least.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Hm... You've already met my sisters.

[which must be the hint, since Garak has not actually met anyone who could be considered "Robin's sister", much less more than one of them. he leans back in his chair a little, picking up his glass with his unoccupied hand.]

[parricida]

Your brother, perhaps. Your sisters, less so, unless you have a rather different definition of the term.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he shakes his head.] I don't, but I'm not wrong.

[parricida]

Do tell, then, sweetness.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he shakes his head again.] That was my hint.

[parricida]

Ah, well, dearest, I'll simply keep it to myself, then, shall I? And slowly parse out other hints as we go along.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Attaboy. [he... drains the rest of his drink.] You'll just have to keep finding excuses to come talk to me.

[parricida]

Oh, as if I need an excuse when you've such a charming personality.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[giggles.] You're sweet. I'm flattered.