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[forcemageure]

Who: SS Blue Fish and PERHAPS YOU?
Broadcast: It ... could happen.
Action: SS Blue Fish!
When: Post-Shuffle

[ The Blue Fish has unlocked achievement: Ironically, a Pilot! Ironically, considering it's probably still a bit dinged and dented from the recent attack, when they ...didn't have one.

But no matter! The point is mingling, and also painting. This has nothing to do with anyone calling the ship's interior boring, naturally, that is total coincidence. The cats will be helping by walking through spilled paint at every opportunity, rolling around in said spilled paint at also every opportunity, and biting Achilles' tendons.

Sally forth, friends, Blue Fishians, country...men...spaceians?? Mingle 'til you just can't mingle no mo'. Or. Something. ]

Comments

[forcemageure]

Oh, I don't know. It doesn't look any worse than the average mouth in Orlais.

[ Teeth jokes. ]

:W

Maker, that's some kind of monster I've just made.

>:W

:D >:D :C C:

:9

... >:9

[unconfines]

That one's positively untoward. Are you trying to send me a message, ser?

Aside from all the ones you're already sending me.

;)

[forcemageure]

Look

:):

mixed signals

[ He thinks he's so fucking clever. ]

[unconfines]

Maker you're a nightmare. What did the little faces ever do to you?

;(;

[forcemageure]

I'm sorry, are you winking at me in both delight and disappointment?

O_o

[ Hawke has leveled up in emoting. To like, level 1. Presumably. ]

[unconfines]

You don't explain a mixed signal! You'll just have to suffer curiosity, I'm afraid. I don't make the rules. Except for the ones I do make, obviously.

That one looks like it's injured itself. You should tell me if you've actually hit your head, you know

[Wait for it.]

*_*

THEY'RE SO IN LOVE, ALSO GROSS

[forcemageure]

I ought to have said mixed messages, since you asked if I was sending one. A perfectly good joke punctured by errant synonyms.

[ ALSO WAIT FOR IT ]

;_;

IT'S TOO MUCH CUTE TO HANDLE

[unconfines]

Maker help me, I was the saboteur all along!

How will you ever forgive me?

;A;

...i'll see hawke out

[forcemageure]

I'm sure I could find it in my

keeps him forever

[unconfines]

Where did you find that one?

That has to be cheating. I can't make mine do that.

why did this take so long to tag back, me, what

[forcemageure]

Oh, I have my ways. Although I'm sure I could be persuaded to share.

to keep the secret of heart emotes away from anders forever obviously

[unconfines]

[There is a delay. He's not giving up that easily.]

???

/'?

`~\

<<

[A longer delay, and then:]

:(

[Followed almost immediately by:]

wait what about

<3 !

[It isn't as flashy, but it gets the job done.]

i would NEVER

[forcemageure]

[ Hawke has, appropriately, minor heart palpitations. This exchange might have been a terrible idea, inasmuch as it's making him want to hunt Anders down and tackle him to something. ]

Serves the purpose well enough! Now you'll just have to find reasons to use it.

[ Hawke that is dangerously close to soliciting affection. ]

[unconfines]

I suppose I COULD send them to myself. And to the Commander, when she needs a pick me up. And to my cat, if she had one of these little communicators. I can send them to myself and show them to her whenever she's exceptionally adorable.

Those seem like reason enough!

Unless something else crops up somewhere that calls for it. I can't imagine what.

[That is absolutely soliciting affection. Two can play at this game.]

[forcemageure]

[ Yes, especially when those two are two who will seize the potential to turn absolutely anything into a game. No one let them near either of these. ]

No, I can't either. Although, if you wanted to try them out first, just to be sure they have the desired effect, I'd be happy to help you out. It seems the least I can do.

[unconfines]

A test run, out of the goodness of your heart? What a generous soul you are.

Quick, write something charming.

[forcemageure]

[ Something charming, you say. What if it's a filthy limerick, the central conceit rhyming with 'there once was a man named Hawke'? What if narrative was too lazy to compose it but the general sentiment was there? ]

[unconfines]

[In that case, this is the message received back:]

<3 <3 <3

;)

[forcemageure]

[ The actual limerick will be written out someday, it's inevitable. Meanwhile Hawke casually ignores the idiotic smile making its way up to the corners of his mouth. ]

Goodness. I'm all shivery now. Was that the effect you intended to have on your cat?

[unconfines]

My cat would admittedly get something slightly different.

I included a little extra something in that one just for you.

[Winky faces.]

[forcemageure]

Less innuendo, I hope. You don't want to have to start fielding the kind of questions Fereldens get about dogs.

[unconfines]

Don't be ridiculous.

She's nowhere near my type.

[forcemageure]

Oh? How would you define that, exactly? Because if I'd had to guess up until this very moment 'cats' might have been the entire answer.

[ Fishing? Surely not. ]

[unconfines]

Aren't you curious? B)

Smart. Independent. The sort of person who knows what they want and isn't afraid to take it.

But who doesn't take things too seriously, obviously. Not any fun if there isn't at least some trouble to get up to, things to put into disarray, that sort of thing.

Bit of a bite to them, too. They don't need to have the claws out all the time, but it's good to know they're there.

Nice hair is a plus. I like to have something to run my fingers through.

[A short delay, and then:]

Oh, I suppose I did just describe a cat. Never mind!