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Who: The fine crew of the SS Red Fish!
Broadcast: Probably not so much...
Action: You betcha.
When: Barely forward-dated to Halloween!

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[welcome to the Red Fish, the ship that always looks ready for Halloween anyway.

while today is a popular Earth holiday, it's also Zhas' birthday, and he has probably mentioned it to everyone on board in an unsubtle way over the last few weeks. there are a hilarious number of jack-o-lanterns around the ship, showing off skull-face carvings of... varying quality. thanks, Syeira!

what's in store on this spooky night? HILARITY, probably.]

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[it may be the seventeenth "happy birthday" he's heard from her today, but he's no less happy to hear it. he turns towards her and smiles--like, genuinely, and out of his own free will--but that's before he actually looks down to see what she's holding.

...it's confusing. he tilts his head, signing 'what?' far more casually than normal.]

[She nudges it at him, a universal sign of 'take it'.]

Go on. It's for you.

[you'd think that, with friends, he'd make the connection. he gives other people things for their birthdays. getting a gift in kind should not come as a surprise to him.

...but it does. he takes it, looking kind of amazed at the thing, unwrapping it enough to see what it is. he'd know a sword anywhere--but he just wants to know that it's real.]

...You got it for me...?

Well that only makes sense since I just gave it to you.

[She's been drinking and she's teasing.]

I thought you could use your own. For when I teach you how to use it.

[were he not drunk himself, he might have been offended. at the very least, he would be a little more conservative. as of right now, however, now that he can see the blade and the shape of the thing, he pulls the rest of the cloth away so that he can hold the thing up in front of himself.

dangerous? yes. but this is the closest he's ever looked to a kid in a candy store, admiring the thing. a cool toy, yeah, but more importantly--a gift. without the face paint, he looks almost human about it.

he lowers the sword, but it's just so that he can step forward and scoop Sye over in a one-armed hug. savor it, because he doesn't give these often.]

[Zhas hugs!!!! She's not that drunk, so she hugs him back, planning to remember this. She would hug him back anyway, obviously, but she's squeezing a little tighter than if she were sober.]

I'm glad you like it. But there's something else.

[She reluctantly pulls back, and takes his right hand. She produces a small braided leather bracelet, and loops it around his wrist.]

I know it's not as 'cool' as a sword, but I liked the look of it. Made me think of you.

[being as distracted as he is right now, she'll have no problems getting him to hold still for said bracelet-ing. he stares at it, trying to comprehend that this is a thing that is now his, for no reason other than goodwill.

she was thinking about him a lot, today. and that's a very kind thing to imagine, being in the life of another person. the endless loop of infinity; he's never thought much about the symbol before, but maybe he'll start now.]

... It's pretty. [which he doesn't mean in a bad way, lifting his wrist up with a very small smile still playing on his face.] Like a charm...

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[She doesn't quite preen at his compliment, but she's cheeky pleased nonetheless.]

Charm is pretty accurate, actually. If we're ever in a situation where your ability to move is hindered, I can fix it if you're wearing this.

[It's a very practical gift!]

...Like with magic?

[even inebriated, he's pretty sure she doesn't mean... physical restraints, so much. still, that's a helpful little thing. he lowers his arm, but not for very long--just a couple of seconds later, he lifts it enough to see the bracelet again.]

You know... That's okay. If it's yours. [the magic, he means. oh, and by the way--he's absolutely still holding a giant sword in his other hand.]

[Actually! It works on physical hindrances too. She'll be sure to show him some time.

Right now, she is basking in this moment where Zhas is being open and generous any their friendship. She's definitely going to remember it.]

I'm glad you like them.

That's really nice. [he looks between both of his new things, though... decides to put the sword down, leaning it against a chair or something. the night is young--it may come up again.

this is nice, though. he doesn't get nice things like this very often.]

You know, I... [at this point, it's hard to tell if his weird pausing is because he's drunk. his attempted normal-people sentences are usually kind of clumsy even when he's sober. either way, he looks at the rest of the kitchen as if getting distracted.]

...M'glad I stayed in. It's a good birthday. [and then he looks at Syeira again, not smiling but not frowning, either.] I'm glad you're here.

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