One fish, two fish...

[theboogieman]

Who: Crew of the S.S. Bad At Feelings S.S. Red Fish and visitors!
Broadcast: Optional!
Action: All sorts!
When: Around the Drifting Week.

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[if the worlds really are watching, they must just be chomping at the bit to find out what's going on aboard this ship full of misfits and sad-sacks! with one crewmate reportedly dead, another recently missing, and now this thing about a hacking device planted in the communications system--what could possibly happen next?

stay tuned, audience!]

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[interstices]

[What is he even trying to say? Three words that don't tell her anything. God, she's more frustrated now than if he'd mocked her into a screaming fit, or so she thinks. Then she looks again at his face and realizes it's some strange-- what? familiarity? understanding? something similar, or worse. He's saying he doesn't have room to talk.]

[Asuka deflates, but it's a slow process, and the red shade seems permanently attached to her skintone. Her words back are still harsh as ever.]

You think I still play with her, don't you? You think I haven't grown up!

[theboogieman]

[he's being accused of thinking what now? she's perhaps giving him far more credit than he deserves, and he slowly narrows his eyes in confusion.]

No... [thought if that's what she expects, or what she worries about... he tilts his head, looking at her from a new slant.] ...Should I?

[interstices]

No!

[Fight or flight. Idiot, he isn't looking for a flight. God, she's acting as if he's set fire to the engine room when all he's done is touch her doll. It's ridiculous. The whole situation is, but that doesn't keep the fire out of her cheeks. She might as well have shot all her credibility down in one fell swoop. He'll never take her seriously again. He'll probably tell all the crew, too, and then--]

Forget it! [And she's chosen to flee, but it's an angry flight, at least, stomping all the way as she heads towards-- where?-- apparently, her room, with a couple wary looks behind her at intervals.]

[theboogieman]

[he makes a small sound, half-interest and half-amusement, as she finally gives up on him and stomps away down the hallway.

the first time she looks back, he's still standing there, head still tilted as he watches her go--but the second time she looks, he's gone. vanished like a ghost.

or like someone who has quietly started walking in the other direction, down to the cargo bay. she won't have to worry about running into him again for a while.]