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When: Until the end of the month!

[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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[Felix straightens from his current inspection to turn the demon's way. In much the same way he'd been hoping to run into Crowley but didn't want to appear desperate. And since neither of them are the type to smile and hug, he pretends to be offended instead]

What am I, a little lost lamb?

[It's a poor ruse, because a smirk creeps in as he says it. And because it's true]

Besides, I'd rather spend as little time in that contraption as necessary.

I don't know, you might be.

[He grins, stepping closer. It's been a months since he's seen Felix, and honestly, he's glad the man remembers him. He's the first of his lovers to do so, after all. ]

Not a fan of the ship, I take it?

[Felix eases into that companionable closeness as if relatively little time had elapsed. It's nothing more intimate than a scant few inches of personal separation but it means the world in its way]

Where do I begin? It's cramped, and dark, and dirty. There's no privacy. And then there is my so-called crew...

[Crowley really has missed it, in all honesty. He's missed Felix. He chuckles, amused.]

Oh, you poor baby. Are they really all that bad?

[That earns a half-hearted roll of Felix's eyes, if only because he's exaggerating a bit and he knows it. But just a bit]

No one has attempted to kill each other yet, so it could be worse. Of course, Mattias already got at his implant with a knife. I suspect the shapeshifter may not be all there. And there's the charming detail that my captain is six inches tall.

[Wait. That last one. ]

...Are they a fucking Barbie doll or something?

What? No. She's...I believe some kind of artificial being. Like Delta was, perhaps? I haven't asked.

Huh. Is she at least not a crazy person? I doubt anyone wants a crazy person as their captain.

[He chuckles] Powers forbid. But, no, she seems...relatively sane. If not rather pushy for someone of her stature. Which I suppose merits her the position more than the rest of us.

What is your ship like?

Napoleon complex, perhaps.

I can't complain. I can mostly get away with doing almost nothing with little to no complaints from them.

I don't suppose your amenities are any better than what we have access to? [Curious and vaguely hopeful, perhaps. He doesn't hate his crew, really, he just likes Crowley more]

We have a little more. You can use your money to improve your ship, and the others have been busy with that.

[A smirk. ] If you miss me that badly, you'll have to request a transfer~

[Which is a good cue to step just a little bit closer, as if he might be about to move in for a kiss, but instead drops his voice]

Maybe I just miss proper blankets~

[Such a tease. Crowley chuckles.]

Oh so that's what it is. Poor, deprived soul.

[It's his favorite game]

You know me. I have a very specific list of priorities. By the way, didn't you mention something about a drink last we spoke?

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[Crowley laughs, offering his arm.]

You know, you're right. I did mention such a thing.

[He makes an amused scoffing sound at the gesture and hesitates only a few moments before he winds his own arm around the demon's with an expression that was meant to imply he was doing Crowley a favor. And it's almost natural. Anyone else and he's have been crawling out of his skin, but years of Ashura getting him used to casual things like this had eased that neuroses slightly. And it was Crowley, after all.

Where to, then? The place doesn't seem very promising. Or is there where you say, 'my place'?

[Crowley knows, of course he does, but he does enjoy amusing himself with little things. And, of course, he's really, really missed Felix. More than he'd admit.]

My place is a dump. We can go to the fancy alcohol moon. You'll love it.

[He's missed Crowley too. Having him leave the castle ranks fairly high on the list of the worst he'd felt during his time there. Part of him badly wants to say so, but admitting it out loud is dangerous.]

I think I might. I hope you don't mind paying, however.

[It is, it means admitting things that Crowley is far too afraid to admit. Distance is easier.]

I suppose I can help your poor impoverished self, until you earn ratings of your own.

[Felix frowns into the distance at the uncomfortable reminder as his supposed new station in life]

And supposedly how are we supposed to do such a thing?

Generally? You just carry on as normal. Just...do things, I suppose? They seem to enjoy just normal life, too.

What kind of entertainment is that? [He is hypocritically offended by this]

People enjoy the mundane, sometimes. It gives them a way to relate to us before horrible things happen. Creates emotional investment.

You're suspiciously knowledgeable about this. [Not that there's any heat to that accusation]