pub crawl o'clock

[airily]

Who: Zaveid and the fleet!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On the Iskaulit
When: Right now!

So.

Who wants a drink?

[ Someone is not very happy about the things he's remembering, no sir. As always, resonance permissions are here! ]

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voice;

[airily]

You're easily entertained, aren't you? Sure.

voice;

[sylphid]

When needed. [Cryptic...?]

Where are you?

voice;

[airily]

[ Huh. ]

Iskaulit.

voice; --> action!

[sylphid]

Scavenger hunt, then. [Since fuck you for being invisible.]

All right.

[And maybe half an hour later, she's walking around the area he's at.]

[airily]

[ How about: rude. ]

Yo. Fie.

[ See, he's a helper. ]

[sylphid]

[She hears her name and turns to look, eyes going past him, then slowly back over to his vague direction. There's very few others around, so she figures she can see him now.

... not that he needs to know.]

Gramps?

[airily]

Jeez, I'm not your gramps...

[ At least he's not complaining too much anymore. Instead, he sighs. ]

You gonna sit down?

[sylphid]

Uh-huh. [He is and will be forever. Deal with it.

Fie shrugs.]

Are you sitting? It'd be weird if I sat on you.

[airily]

[ Rude af. Honestly.

Kids these days. ]

Yeah, I'm the one nearest the end. Don't sit there and you'll be fine.

[sylphid]

Gotcha.

[So she makes her way to the end and takes a seat by him, leaving a stool in between the two. Personal space... bar? /sob]

So what's up?

[airily]

[ Zaveid just hums, settling down in his chair and turning back to his drink. ]

Can't a man sit and drink once in a while?

[sylphid]

Sure, when most people haven't been through some kind of emotional trauma. Otherwise, it's a coping mechanism.

[Fie shrugs, nonjudgemental about it all.]

But I know I got lucky by skipping it all.

[airily]

I guess it's fine for some, huh?

[ Zaveid breathes out, leaning back. ]

I just got reminded about a lot of things I'd rather forget.

[sylphid]

Maybe.

[Whereas Fie leans forward, arms resting on the bar.]

What? Bad haircut in your youth?

[airily]

[ At least he laughs, just a little. ]

Nah, nothing quite that bad.

[ Translation: worse. Much worse. ]

[sylphid]

Didn't think so.

[She figured as much. Fie simply slides a small bowl of mixed nuts over towards him.]

Couldn't look much worse than it does now, anyway. [Yes, she can see you.]

[airily]

[ He looks down at the nuts and is about to take one before --

Wait. WAIT. ]

Hey!

[sylphid]

[Fie looks him straight in the eyes and gives him this face.

The little shit.]

[airily]

[ And he just groans. ]

How long!?

[sylphid]

Only since meeting up this time. [She sighs a little.] So much for my entertainment.

[airily]

I'm sure you can figure something else out. [ Huffing!! HUFFING!! ] You could've said...

[sylphid]

I just did. [Fie takes a nut from the bowl, looking at him studiously.]

Can I braid your hair?

[airily]

Uh. [ Blink. Give him a second. ] Why?

[sylphid]

[That's met with a shrug.]

Dunno. Just want to.

[airily]

... Sure.

[ And he just. Turns around. So she can reach. ]