[Action] Going Calling

[tallasaking]

Who: Tyrion
Broadcast: N.O.P.E
Action: Tyrion's making his way around the Fleet. Hi Friends.
When: First week of August

Having an engineering augment had seriously helped him with the ability to have some breathing space on the rather overly metal surfaces of the First Breath. Not that he didn't love his ship - honestly he spent as much time there chatting up Lily and Hawke as he did sleep.

Let's face it, Tyrion wasn't much for sleeping. So when he wasn't working on the Engineering of the ship (hour or two, tops), or his own projects (four to five depending on how late he stayed up), then managing the bar (eight hours), he still had time on his hands. So he would take that shuttle, and head out into the deep dark (don't think about it, do not even think about not having air), to visit.

If you are expecting a handsome - well at least charming - dwarf, do feel free to open your airlocks. No worries, he can break in if necessary.

Comments

[wolfehawke]

"Kiter actually gave me the idea to ask for mine. This fleabag's name is Ser Drools." He says 'fleabag' with all the affection someone would put behind 'this is the love of my life.' Ser Drools however, doesn't take as kindly to that sort of language and looks at Hawke, giving a reproachful growl, before leaning his little wrinkled self in to sniff and lick at Tyrion's fingers.

"Excuse me. He doesn't have fleas."

[tallasaking]

"Tsk, is this mean man being rude to you, Ser Drools? I know you don't have fleas. You look like too much of a smart dog to have that happen." Tyrion stated simply, smirking over at Hawke as he rubbed the puppy's fur back.

[wolfehawke]

Hawke snickers even as Drools barks again in self-righteous affirmation of Tyrion's assessment, very pleased to have his fur ruffled even if his wrinkles are such that they roll a bit with each swipe of Tyrion's hand.

"I hope no one minds having him on board. I got enough meat stocked and frozen to last us to the next planet, I hope, and he knows not to make too much noise or disturb people."

[tallasaking]

Tyrion smirked down at the puppy, while playing with his ears with all fondness. He pushes the wrinkles down just because he can, so the puppy would lick at his fingers a little more.

"I doubt it. They put up with me."

[wolfehawke]

Hawke's laugh echoes around the entire cargo bay. "Fair enough, fair enough."

He grins, banishing at least some of the weary circles under his eyes as Drools goes to town on Tyrion's hands as if they're coated in peanut butter. "He could be our mascot. Ser Drools, the war dog of the First Breath."

[tallasaking]

"Well ... as long as it doesn't turn into the Dog's Breath, I think we shall be all right." Tyrion stated simply, "But if my vote as First Mate counts for anything, I vote yes."

[wolfehawke]

That joke is so bad it deserves another guffaw from Hawke, who seems to think that Tyrion deserves his own comedy special. Really he just has a less than sophisticated sense of humor.

"Ah, first mate Lannister is it? Well well, congratulations. Does that promotion come with a hat or a badge or anything?"