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[hey droot flooters! how are those new augment glitches going? how's your crew? what fresh trouble have you been getting into? how are those jobs paying off? whether you're in your ship, on one of the moons, stuck on Marsiva, or hiding out on one of the waystations in-between, your audience wants to know what you're up to!

note: there are an unusual number of shoes on sale in the shops today. the ones on Abeo are pretty ugly.]

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Long enough.

[he calmly waits for the fumbling to stop, fighting down a smirk over the man's chosen reading material to keep his expression pleasant and neutral. and then he picks up some nearby book from the pile to go paging idly through.]

...Did you know that you talk in your sleep? [he lies,] Whatever you were dreaming about must have been... stimulating...

[Mattias' paleness rivals translucency, eyes rounded in horror. His mouth flaps uselessly before he's able to speak, throat suddenly very dry.]

I-[He chokes on his own word, coughing.]-I do? Wh-What did I say?

[Please don't let it be incriminating, please don't let it be incriminating. The prayer becomes a silent mantra as his hands fumble for something to do. They settle on a book that he then grabs and opens to cover his face, hoping to hide the blush that threatens to burn off his cheeks. He didn't remember any... stimulating dreams but that was hardly a reassurance.]

[oh, it's almost too much. as much of a handle as he has over his own expression, it's still difficult not to crack. somewhere in his chest, there is a giggle that is just desperate to escape.

but this is just too good to ruin. he stays the course and pretends not to notice Mattias' desperate floundering, continuing to flip through the book in his hands.]

I may be mistaken, but I could have sworn you said something about 'tentacles.' ...Were you reading something about deep sea creatures, perhaps, before you dozed off?

I-That is... Oh goddess.

[He slumps down in his seat, defeated. Tossing the book onto the table he allows the full redness of his face to be shown. Digging through his incriminating pile of tomes he fishes out the kama sutra and hands it to him.] Here. This is what I was reading. I'd hardly say I was into it though. Part of their activities involves regurgitating one's partner. I don't think there's any way to find that stimulating.

...Oh.

[well... that certainly didn't go exactly as he'd expected. ...yeah, he might have a few regrets now.

instead of leering and teasing as he'd hoped to do... he only looks over the book for a moment before he hands it back, looking a little nauseated.

that's what he gets, he supposes.]

Not exactly my first choice in reading material.

[Mattias cracks a smile, taking the book back with a lopsided grin.] Mine either. I stumbled upon it while reading Adsum romance novels. I think a small section of the populace might share their mating habits with whatever this species is, or, at the very least, was inspired by them.

[Flipping through the book, he wets his thumb and stops at a page with a full-color tentacle illustration. Cocking his head at it, he frowned.] How would a human even perform with tentacles? Where would they go?

[ew, yep. those are definitely regrets.

even as naturally curious of a creature as he is, he really tries not to look at the illustration for too long.

...though, it does give him an idea on how to play a little more mischief. maybe he can make up for his first backfired attempt.]

Actually... I know of someone who might actually be able to answer that question. If you run into him, you could ask him.

I don't-it's not exactly a question someone asks... [The situation plays out in his mind like a theater production filled with paper actors and cardboard sets. Hello, stranger, the first paper man asks, have you ever let a tentacle up your bum?

No way.] It's fairly inappropriate...

[Still, he hesitates to reject it completely. Biting his bottom lip, he finally caves, leaning forward and waving a hand.] ... Who is it?

[Tek is imagining much the same thing, and really... he would pay to see someone walk up to Robin and ask exactly that.

so, when Mattias relents, he can't help but grin just a little.]

His name is Robin. ...He's hard to miss, if you see him.

You know-you mean-He's into that?!

[ Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no. Mattias claps a hand over his mouth, shaking his head and trying not to imagine it. It doesn't work.]

... Goddess. [But wait. He snaps to attention.] How do you know? That he... Goddess.

[--oh, and he already knows him? this is just too perfect. Tek is forced to bring up a hand to cover the lower half of his mouth--helping to hide and force down a giddy grin, while feigning contemplative horror.]

Oh, I've known him for a quite a while. Long before we ever came to this place.

He has a tendency to tell horrible secrets while drunk...

Well, I suppose that's better than you having tentacles.

[Which is what he imagined. He laughs nervously. ] He's not... Is there anything else I should know about him? Just-out of curiosity, of course. I don't mean to pry I just-[ Want... To pry...] It'd be nice to know what I'm getting into. Not that I mean to, uh. Get "into" him at all, I just-

[Oh, fuck it.]

[Tek's brow steadily raises as Mattias prattles on, almost marveling as he digs himself into a gradually deeper hole. and sets himself helplessly square in Tek's sights.]

Well. ...You know him that well already, do you?

[he folds his arms, drums fingers on his elbow for a moment.]

Though, I suppose that isn't all that surprising. Robin does tend to move fast...

[Mattias falters.] Move fast?

[It comes out more pathetic than he'd like just as his mind obsesses far too easily over the implications. Mattias has to wade through every anxious thought before coming to his senses, shaking his head and hands violently.] No, no! You misunderstand! I don't know him well at all. We've just... spoken a few times. I was simply curious. Nevermind. Nevermind!

[MAYBE IF HE LAUGHS AWKWARDLY ENOUGH THIS WILL ALL GO AWAY.]

Of course... I'm sorry for implying anything.

...You're too smart to fall into that sort of web anyway, I can tell.

[His heart plummets; voice dies a little in his throat.]

Web?

Mhmm.

[answered so matter-of-factly.]

...Do I detect disappointment in your voice?

No. [It's true.] No. [He shakes his head. It's not disappointment.] Don't be foolish.

[It's hurt. The aching of scars that should have been long-since healed. He reaches out for a new book, barely looking at the cover before opening it up.] We barely know each other.

[hmm... the fun and games move over, just for a minute. a little more sincerity takes its place, and he leans down a little-- enough to try and catch the man's eyes again.]

...It's true, though. You barely know anyone here.

Don't forget to tread carefully. ...Especially if you're used to having someone close by, watching out for you.

[and he taps the side of his own head, trying to indicate the man's missing goddess without bringing the topic up more blatantly than he has to.]

Likewise, be careful when you speak of mysteries unknown to you, my friend. [His tone is conversational but there's a hardness to his voice and a sharpness in his eye.] I'm hardly a damsel. I can watch where my feet walk.

[Even if it takes him away from what he wants.

With a sigh, whatever tension was present evaporates. A hand runs through his hair, his fingers turn a page.] You never did tell me what you were doing here.

[he holds up his hands in innocence, and leans away again. he could continue the topic--and he's tempted to--but he ultimately lets it fall aside with an apology.]

I didn't mean any offense. Just sharing some educated advice.

[and he shrugs, taking a glance around.]

I like these places, and they're hard to find while drifting out here. So, I'm taking advantage of it while I can.

[He waves off the apology, the statement already forgiven. Pausing from his reading, he leans a cheek against his fist and watches Tek.] A pity they should be so rare. Though, wasn't someone in the fleet collecting books? I could have sworn I watched something about a library.

[Puzzling over that, he closes his book and mulls over the cover.] Perhaps we could assist their collection...

[He's gonna steal the book.]

Oh, yes. A friend of mine, actually.

[--ah, and he catches on to Mattias' subtle hint, and smiles a little.]

I do believe she would very much appreciate the help.

[A grin blooms in full mischievousness.] Then I'll have to compile a list.

[Standing in his seat, he reaches for a book two stacks up and halfway across the table. Teetering dangerously, he manages to snag it without incident though he doesn't sit back down. Rather he kneels on the table itself, flipping through the book. Yes, this one would do.] I trust you'll keep this a secret, of course. I'd rather not be thrown in jail.

[he clicks his tongue, a little 'tsk' under his breath at the thought.]

Unless you give me a really good reason to, I'll be the last to get anyone in trouble with the law.

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