driftfleet | 002. ☾ First contact { Action }

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002. ☾ First contact { Action }

Who: Cecil and you!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Planet, around!
When: October 24th, night

[ After sifting through the changes made to the ship with the disappearance of some of the crew, as well as making sure their newest addition settled in all right, Cecil is a little late making it out to explore the planet they've landed on. That said, she's not sure how it is that she managed to attract such a crowd of natives, much less how they managed to keep her busy with being led around their quaint, dusty home all day. One thing just led to another and she's been sight-seeing and answering an awful lot of questions about herself.

It's now nighttime, she's unwittingly tried enough lighter fluid-flavored liquor to render her a little drunk, and it seems her small following is leading her inside the brothel next. It's unclear whether or not she realizes where they're going, but she's also got a handful of those red stones and she's in a pretty good mood, so she's content to be led along.

Honestly, it's been a trying past couple weeks and she needed this chance to unwind, really. Maybe not quite this much, but beggars can't be choosers. ]

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Oof-- [he laughs a little, grabbing onto her arm back, trying his best to straighten everyone out.] I'm sorry, sorry--I didn't mean to bang into you so hard! Sorry...

[depending on how drunk she is, she may or may not notice that Robin's eyes are a lot sharper than his bodily movements--he looks at several people in the crowd around her, trying to decide if he should drag her away from them, all while keeping that stupid tipsy look on his face.]

[ She notices something is different, but if he has his white hair still, she might be more distracted by that. And staring a lot, with confusion. ]

[oh yeah. he hasn't found any hair dye yet--and hasn't quite gotten desperate enough to try clothing dye or something ridiculous. so, his hair has stayed white. he puts his arm around her shoulder and blinks at her innocently.]

Is there something on my face?

Not your face.

[ She reaches up and ruffles his hair pointedly. ]

Did it all wash out?

Oh... Oh, yeah.

[he looks up at his hair, already reaching up to smooth it back down, fussy.]

I mean, no, but. It's a weird story. Hey! Do you want to go get a drink with me?

[yeah, totally related.]

[ Wait, what. ]

Er... sure. Of course.

[ We're definitely going to die next month. ]

But let me know if you shouldn't be drinking more! It's on you, Swan.

[he will hook his arm around hers (regardless of whether or not she does it back) and start to pull her away from the crowd and the brothel and the handful of terrible decisions. he even helps her prop all the stones up in her hand a little better!]

Hey, remember how we met, back in Court? When we both got smashed in that big room...

[ What a nice friend. Soon, she gives in to the closeness by doing what she did with Hange at the mention of Court: rests her head on his arm and gets rather snuggly. ]

I remember. You asked if you could touch my hair. There was a... a drinking game going on—

[ Oh, that's also when she drunkenly relayed her first time having sex to him too, wasn't it... She blushes a little. ]

I was soooo drunk. [he giggles to himself a little... he remembers too... but he's not going to linger on that one today, lucky for her.]

Is there a bar you like yet, or should we just grab something and, I don't know, sit under the stars? Or under the dust cloud, since I don't know if that weather ever actually goes away...

[ Thank goodness. ]

Ah, no. No favorites. The drink and food tastes the same everywhere, you see. Sitting down somewhere though would probably be best. We... We are rather drunk right now.

[m-more laughing. he pats her shoulder with the hand already wrapped around it.]

We are rather drunk, yes. Maybe we can go back to a ship or something? I'd invite you to mine, but I think it looks exactly the same as everyone else's...

[ She inclines her head to the side at that. ]

...If they all look the same, does it matter if it's yours or not? You should be a gentleman for once in your very long life and invite me anyway... Captain.

Hey, I have been a gentleman plenty of times in my life. [he fondly pats her arm.] You wanna know how much of a gentleman I am?

[ Her face is the epitome of skepticism. ]

You were about to walk right into a brothel, just then.

[he jabs his thumb back in the direction they just were...]

I pulled you away so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of a crowd. Gentleman.

[ She still looks kind of skeptical, but much more nervous now about the possibility of him actually telling the truth this time. ]

I was not...

You were too! [he laughs, charmed.] Do you want to go back and look?

[ She crosses her arms and pointedly turns her head, looking away from Robin. Inwardly, she believes him much more than she wants to admit, so she just plain refuses to answer. Of course, Cecil doesn't really have a face made for intimidation and even less so when she's drunk. She looks much more like she's pouting petulantly than anything else. And also swaying slightly. ]

[aaawww, he swoops around her to follow her face, leaning in all close-like... the way that he does even when he's sober.]

Okay, okay. Say I'm a little bit of a gentlemen and I'll stop teasing you.

[ She's all sorts of huffy and keeps turning her head this way and that to avoid letting Robin get a good, uninterrupted look at her face. So mature. ]

Do something else gentlemanly and I will.

[...he picks her up! bridal style. like a gentleman, right? isn't this how you gentleman? man okay he maybe shouldn't be doing this.]

How about this?

[ Cecil just about shrieks when she's suddenly lifted off the ground, immediately curling herself up small and tight into a ball against his chest. It's not the first time she's been picked up like this, but it certainly has been a while and not one person would ever have the nerve to scoop up Cecil Harvey like this at home.

No. No, he should definitely not be doing this, but good luck prying her off of him now. She's just a little bit too drunk to respond to this sort of thing in a way that doesn't involve clinging. ]

[that's Robin... breaking all the rules.]

Hey, relax! I've got you. I'm pretty strong...

[and he does appear to be having no trouble holding her up at all. any swaying is because of the booze.]

[ Although that's definitely a plus, it doesn't excuse how undignified this is, so once she calms down, she looks up at him with a lot more embarrassment than she intended and practically none of the offense she did want. ]

What... What're you doing?

Being a gentleman! I thought...

[wasn't that what all of this was about? he'll... start to walk down the street.]

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