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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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[Again. The title is being used as a weapon, cutting deeper than any axe.] Please, Oren. Don't call me that.

And, I have been trying. I—[Goddess, what was he doing? Justifying himself to a man as if he were a representative to a race instead of a traitor. His mouth twists, curling into a thin line.]—I don't see why you would care.

[It sounds like someone else's voice, sharp and tight with a secret fury. Not a tone he had ever taken with Oren, a far cry from his usual meek demeanor. It spawns confidence that he forges sharper.] Getting ready for another—

[He catches himself, augment kicking in to remind him that this is public. With a scoff, he pulls back, falling silent.]

[That stops him in his tracks. Anger dissipates slightly at the sudden sharpness from Mattias. It's a strength that would almost be attractive if it weren't coming from him.

But more than anything else, it was strange.]

...Mattias. [Spoken as if he's stepping back onto that name for the first time. Not an apology, but as close as it'll get.] Another...?

[Another... what.] It's not like you to be so cold. If it's finding her that you're fretting over, I've already assured you; I'm here to be of help to you.

[Goddammit. He was so perfect at this. So perfect at everything he did. So calculated and measured, checked over twice. Retreating just when it'd sound the most convincing, as if he really were concerned. As if he really were trying to help.

Probably the worst part is that he's falling for it. Dancing back into the lion's mouth. It only makes him angrier.]

How can you help, Oren, when I just had to explain the nature of space? Do you understand how limited our knowledge is here? Nothing we know applies! We must relearn everything! What help do you think you'll be?

[It feels freeing. Exhilarating. A breath of fresh air. He nearly smiles.]

[He can't help it. He closes his eyes as he listens to this strange outburst, and he smiles wryly.]

For one, [he states, lighter than he has any right to sound] I learn much faster than you.

[He's teasing. It's light and playful like his teases always tend to be.] Has your patience worn so thin?

[He was perfect. Just perfect.

Mattias' words catch in his throat, a short garbled noise slipping past his lips. It's a trick, he knows it is, but it stalls him. Catches him off-guard and tames him just as any of his charming smiles.

Still, that doesn't mean he can't slide in one last comment.]

Oh, piss off.

[But the anger can't even last three words. It tips upwards into a hesitant chuckle. Grumbling, he glances away from the comm, trying to fight back the smile that pulls at his lips.] You simply had the better library.

[He laughs, genuine. Piss off, was it? Oh, but he so enjoyed this.

Still, normalcy returns once again, and he's stepping back to the screen.]

Then here we are, on even playing grounds! Still, it seems as though you have the advantage. Just how long have you been here, Mattias?

If space were the only thing twisted here, I may be surprised. Has time warped around us as well? [There's no way he'd grow a spine in like, one day. What the hell was going on?]

How long? [The question surprises him. He pauses to think.] ... Perhaps a bit more than a month. Not too long.

[It raises a good point, though. So lost had he been in all the emotions Oren elicited that the thought had never occurred. Could the time disparities prevalent across the fleet pertain on a more individual basis? Could two people be from different points? It was hard to tell, given Oren's natural eye color but... it would explain why he was so adamantly friendly.] ... Oren. What was the last thing you remember?

A month?

[Okay, he assumed time was odd (since apparently he's meeting talking plants and dealing with space, whatever that was), but this...]

How could that be when we were speaking only yesterday? [He doesn't really want to go into detail of the last thing he remembers, but this should be good enough.] Another day out on the town, just the two of us. Surely you remember it. I showed you that nice spot away from the crowds, one of my favorites. From how you were smiling, I could only assume you enjoyed it as much as I!

[His smile is sickeningly sweet now.] And you, if time is so twisted as I'm lead to believe?

A further night. [ He says without thinking, mind two steps behind. He pauses so it can catch up, churning through believable options for a convincing lie.

He remembered that night, the one Oren spoke of. Recalled sitting by his side as cheers called up from dance pavilions below and lanterns swayed with the music. It had been humid, having rained the day before, and his hair had been a mess. Oren had made more than one teasing comment on it. That was when the charade was still in full. Before the night of chaos that was Nocta's reveal.

Oren couldn't know that he had come after. Couldn't let him know of his own knowledge of Enkythos, of failure, of his death. It was too dangerous, or so he told himself, though the reasons it held risk escaped him. They didn't matter.

All that mattered was the lie.] We fought. Over food, of all things. [ He chuckles and, surprisingly, it sounds natural.] You insisted grape leaves were superior to Orphlegian mrouzia. Somehow, it brewed from there. [He calls forth a sad smile, much easier than the laugh.] We haven't spoken in days. I believe you were avoiding me.

[Hopefully, that's enough. A good enough explanation and a good enough reason for his prior reaction.]

[It makes sense. As much sense as anything can make in this position, at least. Fighting, over something so trivial. He likely had business to take care of, or maybe he needed a break. Some time to mess around and clear his head. It could go either way.

That sweet smile of his doesn't leave.]

Over food? [He laughs, too, much lighter and willing Mattias to follow in the same.] You would be so stubborn. [To argue with him over fucking leaves, please.]

But I don't recall a thing of this, Mattias, so be glad. I'd rather like to see your face. Or do you plan on hiding from me this whole time? [Isn't it amazing how he can look at him, even through this camera, with such a twinkle in his eye?] I'll grow lonely.

[He doesn't want that, at least.]

Come now, show me your face! Better yet, why don't we meet? If our competition is to be fair this round, I'll need to know as much as you about this place.

[After a long silence, the camera flicks on with a sigh and the roll of his eyes. Still, a grin pulls at the corner of his mouth.]

You are dangerously charming.

[Ha. Bad joke. He chuckles at it, knowing it'll pass off as general amusement. Setting the comm down on the dashboard, he rests his head on folded arms, gaze drifting to just over the camera.] Unfortunately, [fortunately] we won't be able to meet until you're off that ship. Which won't happen until later in the week. Doubtless, someone has explained it to you. I'm afraid I've time yet to keep ahead.

[His eyes slim, lips curling into a grin.] Not that I'll need it.

[Leaning back now, stretching as he moves.] For now, the best you can do is amuse yourself with those around you. Surely, you've met a few by now?

[Dangerously charming? What a weird way to say it. But Oren laughs with a sheepish duck of his head, raising a hand to the back of his neck as he thinks. Right, he'd heard something like that. So Mattias was off of this already. It made sense if he's been here a month, too.

"Sense." None of this made "sense."]

Worry not! Boredom isn't something I allow for quite long. You know that. [Go ahead and assume what he'll be doing with all his new buddies, Mattias.]

But what has been keeping you entertained? If you intend to keep a library from my knowledge, I'll be wounded.

[Never before has Mattias hoped the Marsiva is full of children. Entertain yourself with them, you ass.]

Mm. Well, there were a series of libraries on the past moons. A shame, though. You missed them.

[Oh, how smug he sounds about that.] For now, I've been visiting the world we're drifting above. They've sights we've never seen down there, Oren. Full fields of flowers. Forests. [He sounds like he's stopping himself early, voice wistful.] It's enough to keep any man of the desert busy.

Ah! I do hope the research of those libraries was able to help you in your quest, Mattias.

[Messiah, oh loser of Nocta.] You taunt me, though! I do hope you're still not upset over leaves. The minute I step foot off of this... ship, well, I do expect a full tour.

[Call it a date.]

[Fuck you, Oren, Prince of Nothing.]

Then perhaps you should get a guide! Your new crewmates may know of one. If only we could check in advance.

[You want a date? Work for it.]

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A guide? [He laughs.]

A guide could not replace you. [Laying it on thick, but he never has anything against that.] Are you upset after all? Mattias, I had hoped we could come to an understanding!

Or do you plan to leave me?

If I did, would you give chase?

[At that, he gives the screen a long look.]

To the ends of space. [It comes out purely genuine. And well, it is.]

[If only it were genuine for the right reason.

Laughing lightly, Mattias masks whatever yearning might have been.]

Even when you know so little about it! Well, [he settles from his laughter with a feline grin and a glimmer of mischief] with such devotion, how could I refuse?

[The words come out without permission. He's given up thinking. Given up considering the consequences. The laughter is light and the memories are heavy. Which he'll favor is clear.] I will gladly be your guide.

[He claps his hands together once, face brightening.]

That's what I like to hear! [He's won once more. It was strange that he had to fight for this at all. Between this and losing Nocta, he's got some homework here.]

Think of the fun! My fearless guide and I-- oh, that's not quite right. [He laughs at that prod, looking to Mattias like he expects him to join in.] I wonder... What adjective would you suggest?

[He leans forward, fingers drumming the side of his chin.]

Hm. No. I think fearless is right. Though I wouldn't protest if handsome and charming wormed their way in as well. Just to keep it company. Of course.

[P l e a s e.]

Handsome? [He says that with a hint of disbelief, laughs bubbling between his words.] Why don't we add humble, then?

Mm. No. [His face scrunches. He shakes his head.] No. I don't think that fits. Feels a bit too... wholesome.

You're right, that just won't do! We wouldn't want to give the wrong impressions.

[Because that whole list is completely accurate, he's sure.]

Perhaps by the time we meet in person I'll have a few more to spare. [Adjectives, that is. His tone sure makes it sound like they'll be nice.]

Good ones, it seems. How kind. [He hums in small pleasure, but seems unimpressed.]

You flatter me, that I'd occupy your mind so, though I do hope it's not constant. Constant thought only spawns expectations that I would hate to leave unfulfilled.

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prays i spelled everything right

how did you write that on your phone

wiggles magic fingers OOooooOOOOoo

slaps ur hands

WIGGLES MORE AGGRESSIVELY

i reject your wiggling

you were never good enough for my wiggling

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