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Who: Oren and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Evening...?!

[With his arms stretched wide, Oren is now taking in the view of the Marsiva's large windows.]

Well, I should count myself blessed to witness this with my own eyes! [He laughs, and it sounds joyous, if short. Turning in place, his hands fall back to his sides, and he's flashing a grin around the area. Night. Night, this was definitely night... And there were others here, he'd just not run into them. So what does he do?]

Have I missed the celebrations? The dancing? [Finally, he stops stepping backwards and turns to face the window yet again. Expansive and dark, but as captivating as it was-- what did this mean for Nocta?]

Night falls, and all it's met with is quiet? Tell me, have you all been stunned to silence, or am I left here alone with this view?

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In front of everyone?

[Like it's something to be embarrassed about.] I think not. You'd have me bother with teaching so soon after my arrival?

I suppose it is a bit of an unfair demand. [A beat, then he smirks a bit mischievously! Whoa, there.] Or a cowardly retreat.

[In other words: he wins.]

In your dreams, perhaps, my dear Messiah.

[There he goes again. Habit? Maybe.] If a Master you so desire, I could spare the time. But I do wonder if you understand what you'd be in store for! Why, it seems something has gone right over your head already.

[Oh, he is grinning so much it can't be good. Public viewing like this is just too much fun to pass up. He'd love to see his face if and when he realizes, and if not-- well, there's amusement to be had in that, as well.] Shall I count the moments before that smirk wipes off your face? Go on, Mattias, do surprise me.

Gone over my head? What—[Mind churning, he pours over what was said. Was there something he had missed? It had all been simple teasing. A joke or two. Had Oren misconstrued somethi—

Oh, goddess.

Drawing back from the camera, he covers his mouth, eyes wide.] I—That wasn't— [Not that it's a necessarily bad idea. What? No. No, definitely not thinking about that.] —It was a joke. I didn't mean... That is not the type of discipline I enjoy.

[shit. that's—] —Not that I enjoy any discipline but if I did, it... it wouldn't be that!

[No, that's not right either. He slumps in his seat, dragging a hand down his face.] Oh, goddess.

[Ah, yes, he's watching this whole thing, eventually moving to lean against a wall nearby with a laugh that persists until he's tired of it. (Which is long enough.)]

You're as skittish as usual. I was joking. Don't be silly. [He'd never do that with you??] Now, where are you, anyway, if not here on this ship?

Skittish?! [He's so offended that he oughta—Oh. A question. He settles down.]

A different ship. The Starstruck. We're currently on the planet. Far from you, unfortunately. [Or, fortunately.] Not that I could get on yours if I tried. It's sadly sealed off from the rest of us.

[Ignoring the offense, he listens to the answer. All that he comes up with at first is a thoughtful hum. Sealed off. There were others, at least a few, but not enough. He crosses his arms just to drum fingers of one hand against his other forearm.]

What a shame. But from what I hear they'll release me at some point. We won't be so unfortunate for quite long.

"We"? [He's divided, part of him exuberant while the other dreads. Worries just what purpose Oren still has with a goddess-less messiah.] I hadn't realized I was such a priority.

A priority?

[He laughs at that phrasing. Please.]

You're quick to dig for meaning in our conversations today. [It's like he's questioning him at every turn, asking if it's more than it is! Don't think he doesn't notice.] Have you missed me so?

I—[No. It's best if he goes along with it. He ducks his head, rubbing at his neck.]—Come now. You know answering that would only embarrass me.

You're already embarrassed.

[His arms uncross and he's stepping around the area, again. What else can he do?]

Is anyone else we know here?

[Point taken.]

No, no one else. [The mere thought makes him chuckle.] Probably for the best. I doubt Ahl would take kindly to being kidnapped. [A beat. Had he misstepped?] I assume you were asking about her. We only share so many acquaintances.

[The smile fades, and while it looks rather natural, it's no coincidence that it's lined up with mentioning of Ahl. But well, that was who he was asking about, after all.]

Only so many acquaintances indeed. [Acquaintance, that's a good way of putting it. Maybe even a little mild.] You're not wrong, in this case at least! If she were here, I'm certain there wouldn't be a one who was not aware.

[He would've chosen the word friend, but he knows of their relationship. Try as they might to hide it from him, their mutterings were telling enough. The looks they gave each other in passing. He's treading on unsteady ground.

Still, he wants to defend her.]

Technically, everyone is aware of all the arrivals! Broadcast and all. Do tell me you understand that concept.

[Nope, sorry, he's still bitter as fuck over here.]

Aware or aware, I wonder? [There is a clear difference in the tone he's taking between those words.] I understand it completely. [Wonder what whispers she'd try to pass Mattias about all of his own broadcasts?? Seeing every little thing he did. What a pest.]

It's for the better, for all of us, I believe. Don't you agree?

I'm... not sure I do, no. I'm not exactly comfortable with the idea of strangers watching me bathe. And the idea of having my other activities monitored... well. To be frank, it feels like being under Orphoros' eye once again.

[Yet it's not enough to dampen his spirits. There's too many new experiences for him to be held back. Though the shower thing really does bother him.]

...While I'm not surprised you would be focused on something like that, [he means that in the best of ways, surely] I was speaking about Ahl not being here.

[why yes he is absolutely blushing at that.]

... Oh. I—[don't mind him, just... clearing his throat.]—Of course. Yes. [you can practically measure how much he shrinks. Muttering:] Yes, I... suppose it's fortunate she's still at home.

[Only on accident can he change the subject, it seems.]

Really, are you so concerned about what you do alone? You've made them curious. [He's just making this up now to be a dick... Though ah, he wonders if everyone will be too worried to know how to have fun. That'd be annoying.]

I—When you say it like that it sounds improper. I'm not doing anything lewd. [Well... maybe with the exception of a few nights. Oh, goddess. They all saw that, didn't they? His blush intensifies, slowly consuming the rest of his face.] I just—it's different when you can see the people you're nude—[Goddess, wait. That sounds awful.]—It's simply worse, alright? How are you not bothered by the prospect?

It's just skin!

[Like everyone has seen him naked, really... Almost. Sort of.] You're rather prude, aren't you? I wouldn't accuse you of anything lewd. [You don't have the courage is implied. He laughs lightly.]

Calm down, calm down.

And what's that supposed to mean? [Only Mattias could get affronted while blushing so brightly.] I can be lewd!

[can you. can you really.]

You couldn't be lewd if you tried!

[Oh my god he is eating this up, please tell him more about how scandalous and dirty you are, Mattias.]

Wrong! I make a point to try not to be lewd! I've just as many... dirty thoughts as anyone else!

[why is he arguing this. why.]

Oh? [Mattias can probably see where he's going with this by the way the smirk grows on his face. But it's too late.]

Tell me one now.