driftfleet | ᴀᴜᴅɪᴏ/ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

Who: Dezel and you
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Crowley's bar or the Huntress, whichever you prefer.
When: Now

[audio]

[Someone is definitely growling. You'd think he was a dog, but then he seems to form words. Every consonant sounds like a knife against stone.]

I'm staying away from the planet for a while. If anyone needs me—

[He hesitates.]

—too bad. [And he hangs up.]

[action]

[Despite his grumpy broadcast, Dezel can be found in certain places. One of them is Crowley's bar. He's invisible, but that doesn't stop him from cleaning glasses and making tiny, pretentious food. If you can't see him, it's like some invisible Christmas elf keeps leaving tarts everywhere.

Alternatively, he can be seen (or not seen) sulking in the Huntress' cargo bay, sitting on some boxes beside a window. In his lap is a fuzzy happy little slug that he strokes with due diligence.]

[ooc: If you're meeting Dezel in person and haven't done so, please fill out his seraph permissions!]

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A misunderstanding.

[He doesn't sound like he believes it.]

I won't know for sure until he says it.

[He'd really like to offer up a more certain alternative, but he's not sure Dezel will believe his wishful thinking. His self-loathing is understandable but honestly not deserved. Mistakes were made but he regrets them- there's no need to continue with the punishment.]

You won't know anything unless you talk to him.

[Nah, he's going to continue flogging himself until the cows come home. It's his fault, after all.]

Not right now.

[He's firm on this.]

He can have some time on the planet without... this. [He makes a vague gesture, and doesn't remark on how considerate this makes him sound.]

[...Oof. While that is unexpectedly kind of him, it also seems misguided.]

You know... even if he doesn't want to tell you about the past, whatever his reasons... I get the feeling Zaveid still wants to spend time with you.

[There was a sadness to him that really couldn't have come from someone who'd only met them those brief times they'd fought, and while he'd shown reluctance in chasing after Dezel, it hadn't been for his own sake.]

[There's a palpable silence. And then, very disbelieving:]

-- what?

[Lords help them both.]

[Dezel......]

Had you honestly never considered the idea that he might be as bad at making friends as you are?

[Judging by Dezel's face, that's a no. The backhanded remark makes him look away sharply and tuck his hat down, as if he doesn't want Mikleo to see his embarrassment. Which is true.]

I don't know what you're talking about.

[/SWEATS NERVOUSLY]

[~~okay seriously fucking wind seraphim~~

Mikleo sees that awkward avoidance, but he figures Dezel will just get annoyed if he points it out, and they're already sort of toeing that line. Lucky you.]

It's not that far-fetched. He didn't treat you that differently than he treated the rest of us- you just aggravated each other more. He's always acted nonchalant but he wouldn't try if it wasn't important.

Edited 2016-07-25 01:13 (UTC)

[Dezel is very tempted to just ollie out of this conversation, but he doesn't want to upset another friend today. He has a very limited amount.]

... Maybe. [He's still not looking at Mikleo. He doesn't really believe him, but some things Dezel has to see for himself. That's-- just how he is.]

[Mercifully, Mikleo's not going to push it endlessly. He leans back on his heels with a quiet sigh, crossing his arms.]

Well, I'm not saying you should rush off and find him or anything. I just figure it's worth thinking about. This world's too nice to waste the opportunity in here.

ᴀᴜᴅɪᴏ/ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ | too bad, so sad

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