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[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Sure!
Action: Everywhere!
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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[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he outright cackles at the compliment. Mattias doesn't have to worry--that smirk isn't going anywhere for a while.]

I am certainly not, but I certainly wish more people would say that anyway.

[noctiphile]

[His own smile lurches wider at that cackle.]

If no one else is telling you, then I'll just have to tell you in excess. [He waves a hand, jogging to catch up to Robin.] To make up for them, of course.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

All right, all right. You're laying it on a little thick, Nightjar.

[it's precious how he tries, though. Robin doesn't seem to mind, at the very least.]

[noctiphile]

[His smile falters, his footsteps lagging ever so slightly.] Can't blame me for trying.

[But a weak smile is the last thing he'll give, too ashamed to initiate conversation for the rest of the trip.]