mingle a little Mor tonight

[catamite]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Sure!
Action: The wonderful world of Mor, nearby way-stations, and ships!
When: The first week or so of arrival

[this is it-- Atroma's surprise vacation stay for you all! it's time to explore, speculate, relax, and totally behave yourselves. right?

how are you all dealing with the ever-so-educational volcano? have you played around with the visual toggle on those collars yet? aren't they cool? aren't these peasant clothes rad? if you haven't had a decent meal since Abeo, maybe you could afford some of that authentic farm-raised meat they have here. historical!

I bet you're all excited and completely thrilled to be here! who wouldn't be? ...so, make some discoveries, make some friends, and have fun!]

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[noctiphile]

[It doesn't hurt but not because the punch isn't strong. Mattias can feel it, see it, knows it will leave a bruise but the pain doesn't register. He doesn't even flinch, just rocks back slightly. A motion caused by the force.

So no, it doesn't hurt, but it does annoy and before he even thinks about customs or etiquette, he's returning it. Punching him in the opposite arm. Lightly. And then letting the arm flap to his side.]

[theboogieman]

[funny, he doesn't flinch either. his arm is nudged back a little, but he absorbs what little force there was with hardly any change in his person to show for it.

well, maybe he smirks a little. it's hard to tell.]

I know.

[oh jesus. he does talk. it's short, but his voice is deep and monotone and not entirely unlike a gravel driveway.]

[noctiphile]

[After all that and he only gets two words. Mattias sighs, one hand defaulting to a cocked hip.]

Know what? The quiz? [Well, that promotes him above an idiot.] Then why didn't you tell it? You were just prolonging the wait.

[theboogieman]

Why do you care.

[...again, not much for tone in his voice. it's not even accusatory, but the interrogative word is the only reason it comes off as a question. he continues watching the other's face with very little showing on his own.]

[noctiphile]

[It's a good question that he doesn't have a good answer for. Glancing away, he shifts, hugging his chest.]

... It was obnoxious watching you.

[theboogieman]

You're obnoxious to listen to.

[...maybe Mattias will regret trying to get anything out of Zhas to begin with.]

[noctiphile]

Yes. I'm aware.

[Although he sounds way more cross now. BUT WHATEVER! IT'S FINE! HE'S NOT AFFECTED AT ALL!] And yet you're still here. Clearly I must have some charm.

[He taps his foot, glancing down at his hand.] Are you going to answer the quiz or must I continue babysitting you?

[theboogieman]

Calm down.

[he reaches up (slowly, by comparison) to nudge him in the shoulder. drops his arm after.]

I don't care.

[noctiphile]

[The nudge frazzles him out of his pissiness and the words seem to baffle. His head draws back.]

You don't care?

[Odd. How is he supposed to take that? With more confusion, apparently.] You can't say something like that and not care.

[theboogieman]

I just did.

[Zhas that's... not... it's really hard to tell if he's messing with him or not. he doesn't seem antagonistic.]

[noctiphile]

[Mattias' confusion doesn't subside but at least he doesn't seem offended. Uselessly, his hands drop to his sides and he stares at Zhas for a long moment.]

You're a strange one, aren't you?

[It could almost be an insult with how his brow's still knitted but his lips quirk upwards att he end of it. A small itch of a grin.]

I do hope you don't largely communicate by punching.

[theboogieman]

[he glances away, frowning a little.

which is to say yes. he mostly communicates by punching.

sorry.]

[noctiphile]

[His face falls.] Oh, don't tell me.

[When silence and a turn of the head is his only answer, his expression turns to light disgust.] You're a barbarian.

[theboogieman]

[rude. he takes a step back.

but only because it gives him room to clap his hands together--just a noise to get Mattias' attention on his hands. because he starts signing something at him.

sure, Mattias might not understand a damn thing, but it seems pretty complex and intentional. he stops at the end of his sentence like he's waiting for a response.]

[noctiphile]

[Mattias merely looks confused. Again. It's happening a lot.]

Well... it's better than punching. [A beat.] I hope I wasn't supposed to understand that.

[theboogieman]

[he rolls his eyes. this barbarian is not entirely without sass.

all right, fine. he waves his hand dismissively. looks like he's going to go wander somewhere else, now.]

[noctiphile]

[Mattias watches him go, part of him hoping he'll turn around and actually explain himself. He doesn't. No surprise. And Mattias finds himself running a hand through his hair, muttering:]

I have no idea what just happened.