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! ]

Comments

[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. ]

[sylphid]

[Fie wasn't expecting a yes, but when she gets one, she doesn't waste time being all excited or surprised. Instead, she turns in her seat to start...

But not before reaching over the counter to grab a (clean) dinglehopper fork to use as a comb. And then she goes to work.]

I don't think I ever asked, but what ship are you on?

[airily]

[ And Zaveid just lets her get on with it, not complaining too much. He does take care of his hair and there aren't that many tangles. ]

Oh? Huh. The Huntress.

[sylphid]

[She'll make a sarcastic jab at him later if she remembers.]

What's it like there?

[airily]

[ Rude af, that's what you are. ]

Quiet, I guess? I've got a room with planets and stuff so I mostly hang out there.

[sylphid]

You have planets in your room? How's that work?

[Forkcombing done, she moves to start a braid now.]

[airily]

Well, like little bits of them. [ He shrugs. ] Grass from here, stuff from there. Y'know.

[sylphid]

Oh, like a collection of things. That could get creepy pretty quickly.

[airily]

It's alright. It's just so I've got some clean air to breathe.

[sylphid]

I guess that's something. The things I've been getting are more fun.

[Only by her definition.]

[airily]

More fun than bein' able to breathe?

[sylphid]

The ships provide oxygen for us. So yeah.

[She tugs a little on his hair to get him to stop moving.]

[airily]

It's gross. [ But, fine!! He stays still. ] Guess it's a wind seraph thing, huh.

[sylphid]

Oh, huh. [She'd forgotten about that.] Maybe it is. I haven't heard anyone else complain.

Turn a little to the left.

[airily]

It ain't right, that's what it is. [ But he turns and lets her do what she do. ] You should come see.

[sylphid]

Come see what? [From somewhere, she gets a rubber band and ties off the first braid before moving to a new one.]

[airily]

The room, or the ship. Whichever.

[sylphid]

Mm, thanks, but I think you're a little old for me.

[She tugs on a piece of hair to get him to stay still.]

[airily]

[ He groans. ]

Not what I'm asking for.

[sylphid]

Nice save.

[Fie continues her work.]

Why then?

[airily]

So you can see it, duh. Sorey put a lot of work into it.