ᴀᴜᴅɪᴏ/ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ | time to get REALLY smashed

[sylphystia]

Who: Dezel and you
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Malum only.
When: Evening.

[audio;]

[The voice that graces the communicators isn't a frequent one. It's low and rough, belonging to a man who has lost something dear to him yet again. Even so, the consonants are clinical. He doesn't sound like the sort of guy who wastes time.]

For those who knew him, Sora's gone.

[He's checked every asteroid, the party, god, even some other ships. He came up empty. He runs his thumb invisibly over the wayfinder Sora made for him way back when-- a good luck charm for the seraph with incredibly bad luck.

There's never enough time.]

Maybe he'll be happy at home. Who knows.

[He doesn't know what else to add, so he just shuts off the feed and goes to work.]

[action; Malum]

[Even on his worst days, Dezel doesn't burn food. He works his shift but he lingers afterward with a few bottles of bootlegged wine. A lot of people can't see him so he sits out of the way, hoarding a whole table to himself. Sometimes the little glass moves by itself, if someone's looking. But most people just pretend they didn't see anything.

He drinks instead of serving for the first time in a while, and he doesn't taste a damn thing. It's adult time now. He can't afford to think of children.]

Comments

[sylphystia]

[She doesn't seem convinced. He doesn't think he could convince her of anything. And besides that, she's already calling him out for getting attached.]

... He came to my ship not long after I did. I dragged him over to the Huntress after some kind of hellion moved in and I couldn't deal with it anymore. [Sora had helped him put in the transfer form, since he couldn't feel or see any of the screens. He's only managed this far with audio readouts and buttons.]

He was always ending up in trouble. Somehow he got into a fight with a bear-- just stupid stuff like that without thinking.

[He takes a long drink of whatever's in his glass.]

But he was always trying to help people anyway.

[brothersboots]

[Of course she's not convinced. Dezel is a terrible actor. And, well, she is pretty receptive to these things, even if she's a troll and a bully sometimes.]

So, he sounds like he was a mini-Sorey. It's no wonder you grew attached to him. Like a puppy.

[She blows out a breath as her feet swing lazily.]

It's hard, huh?

[sylphystia]

[That actually gets him to snort. Good job, Edna.]

He had the same dumb hair. He was about your height though.

[Notice he didn't say short.

He's quiet and contemplative, clinking the ice around in the cup.] I'm a seraph. A human passing through my life isn't a big deal. [But it is, and he drags his hand down his face as he lets it all sink in.]

I'm predictable, aren't I.

[brothersboots]

[There, see? Mission accomplished. He is doing something other than whining and wallowing.

She raises an eyebrow at the height comment but doesn't say anything. She is the shortest of the group, despite being pretty much the oldest. There's no point in fighting him about that.]

A little, yeah, but that doesn't mean it's a bad thing. Lailah got overly attached and let it compromise her a bit. You? You've always had attachment issues. I don't see why that should change now that you're in space.

[Says the seraph who went from no friends to attaching herself to a damn Shepherd.]

[sylphystia]

[Nah, he's still wallowing. Look at him go, trudging through it with those big ol' boots.]

Yeah, well... I shouldn't.

[He knocks back the rest of his glass.]

It never ends well.

[brothersboots]

[She frowns as he downs the glass and hauls off and kicks him in his pointy knee with her boot. It's a satisfying feeling when it connects with the wind seraph.]

That's like me trying to be nice all the time. Impossible. Time and space would cease to function properly.