driftfleet | Decorating Madness...

Who: Sandalio and anyone on the Blameless (living or visiting)
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Blameless
When: Starting today and continuing onward for probably a few weeks so you can catch him anytime during then

[Getting used to a new lifestyle has been a challenge that has been made more difficult by the fact that he doesn't have his pack here. Nor his mate who also happens to be his Beta. Without that balancing force and without so much as a job to do he can slowly feel himself getting...twitchy. Which means that he falls back on the most comforting thing in his life and the thing he obviously does the best.

The unfortunate victim? The SS Blameless.

It starts off small. The dishes get replaced for real ones. The quality of tea goes up. A piece of art comes to decorate a wall or table to make things more homey. However, it doesn't stop there. Oh no. The werewolf is in full takeover now and he's going to make this the finest looking ship in the fleet if it kills him.

Should you be one of the crew you can expect him to show up to discuss how to improve the look of your quarters or even the look of your work station. Should you be someone visiting well you can be sure to find the shortest crew member of the Blameless moving about fixing things up.

And yes. He did put welcome mats in front of the cargo hold doors and the shuttle bay doors. What about it? Just because he's not a commanding officer doesn't mean he can't manage something.]

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Naturally. It would help to make for a comfortable living space. Even something as simple as a rug or a better mattress can do wonders for someone.

[And it doesn't look like he is taking no for an answer. Really it's just a matter of how much he'll get away with before Messer puts his foot down. Solidly. Because Sandalio is quite stubborn.]

Have you any preferred colors palettes?

[Messer stares at him for a long series of seconds before turning back to his desk, where he's organizing a pile of small parts into boxes.]

There's no need. It's functional the way it is.

[He's no stranger to stubbornness himself.]

Functionality can still be personalized. Even the most functional of places will still have that bit of something to show the person behind it all. Perhaps even something as simple as a rug or sheets in a favorite color.

[Watch him keep pushing this. Watch him.]

[Watch Messer push him right out the door, at this rate.

He glances around, then gestures towards the wall.]

That colour.

[The very bland, very boring, not-a-colour-at-all grey. Love that shit.]

[He looks to the walls and he actually smiles.]

If you will give me a few hours I will have exactly what I require then.

[And he bows at the waist before going out to go and get what he needs.

He'll be back though, Messer. You better believe it.]

[...Okay that was weird, and Messer suddenly has this subtle, sinking feeling of regret. Regardless, he just gets right back to his work, though not before intentionally getting up and locking his door. No more of that, thank you.]

[This has not ended Messer. Because a few hours later you sure are getting a knock on that hatch door of yours. And you can definitely hear it because that werewolf super strength is helpful.]

[HE'S IGNORING YOU

MESSER'S NOT HOME RIGHT NOW]

You are aware that I can smell you're in there, correct?

[HE KNOWS YOU ARE HOME, MISTER.]

[.......oi.]

That's invasive.

A fact that I can hardly control. Now, if you would kindly open the door I have some new sheets for you as well as some helpful containers you can use for your projects on your desk.

[See? He even kept the decorations simple.]

[uuuuugh

UUUUUUUUGH why must other people exist

Fine, that actually sounds halfway useful, and it's getting obvious that the guy's not going to go away until this exchange happens. Reluctantly he goes over and unlocks the door, opening it a crack.]

[He looks down at him. Because, you know, them hatches and ladders.]]

Hello, may I please come down? It would certainly be less awkward for the both of us if I do. It will only be a few minutes.

[~~shhh they don't exist don't push your reality on me~~

Messer is not subtle about his glowering.]

It would be faster if you just handed over whatever you want to give me.

I feel like Miss Buccaneer would appreciate it more if I were to help you with this. I can also assure you that it will go much faster if I am allowed inside to at least make the bed. Despite my appearance, it is likely I am far faster than you.

[He doesn't even sound like he's bragging. Actually it just sounds like he's stating simple facts.]

[Messer's eyes narrow immediately, the mention perhaps not having the desired effect.]

You know her?

[It definitely sounds like bragging, though, even if his tone doesn't convey it.]

During one of the times she came here to visit you, I ran into her. We had tea and she mentioned you two were friends. It seems she hopes we might become friends and so I'd like to do all I can to be there for you. Since we presently do not know each other well, this is what I can contribute.

[goddammit Kaname, he loves you, but look what you're doing.]

If you want to get to know me, you should know I don't like people invading my space uninvited.

Interestingly enough, I am not actually in your space and am currently seeking an invitation. Though I should point out that my general impression thus far is that you really don't like, well, anything. Save for Miss Buccaneer anyway.

[isn't this the guy who was griping about him making assumptions? good grief.]

We've barely shared a single conversation. And the answer is no thank you, I'm perfectly capable of making my own bed.

[Really this man is just...so... No, there are no words for it. Biffy sighs heavily and finally just hands over the sheets and the boxes. At least he can know he's giving him quality things to have in that room. That's a step in the right direction.]

Very well. Here you are.

[Hey, he won't say no to free stuff, even if it's not actually his favourite colour. He just doesn't like the idea of being stuck in a room - his room - with a guy with whom he's already had to walk out of a conversation. It's unpleasant enough by itself, but then add to it the danger of having no easy escape to calm down if things escalate? Not a good idea.

Calmly he accepts the offering, tucking the material under his arm.]

Thank you. Do you need anything else?

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