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ataraxion2013-02-10 09:15 pm
walksonrooftops) wrote in ataraxion2013-02-10 09:15 pm
003 | Video
[It's not very often that Asato makes a post to the network, preferring to read and hear what others have to say, offering bits of awkwardly-worded input when he thinks it could be useful. He's not one to draw attention to himself, and though it might seem difficult for a relatively big guy with cat ears and a tail, he tends to manage it too.
He's just a quiet guy minding his own cat business, part of which he's spent in the gardens, carefully tending to something each and every day. The result of nearly a year of watering, trimming, checking and double-checking, is what he moves the video feed to quickly after he sees the feed is on, offering only a quick glimpse of his face.]
I have--these.
["These" being a little pile of some kind of fruit. They're somewhere between a peach, an apple, and a currant, the size of a baseball at their largest, ranging from magenta to purple in color. He can't show it through the feed (much as he wishes he could!), but the scent that's coming from them is a strong mix of sweet, sour, and spicy.]
Kuims. Is what they're called. I planted them. I can't eat all of them, but I don't want them to go bad. [Which is why he's happy to offer some to whoever wants to stop by in the gardens and try them out.]
They're really good. In my world, lots of people like these the best. [A great advertiser he is not, but he's trying, and his enthusiasm is genuine.]
Please come have some. I don't need anything in return for them. Um... They're good in cakes, too. [That...should wrap things up, he figures, so the feed gives a shake, comes back to his face one more time, and clicks off.]
He's just a quiet guy minding his own cat business, part of which he's spent in the gardens, carefully tending to something each and every day. The result of nearly a year of watering, trimming, checking and double-checking, is what he moves the video feed to quickly after he sees the feed is on, offering only a quick glimpse of his face.]
I have--these.
["These" being a little pile of some kind of fruit. They're somewhere between a peach, an apple, and a currant, the size of a baseball at their largest, ranging from magenta to purple in color. He can't show it through the feed (much as he wishes he could!), but the scent that's coming from them is a strong mix of sweet, sour, and spicy.]
Kuims. Is what they're called. I planted them. I can't eat all of them, but I don't want them to go bad. [Which is why he's happy to offer some to whoever wants to stop by in the gardens and try them out.]
They're really good. In my world, lots of people like these the best. [A great advertiser he is not, but he's trying, and his enthusiasm is genuine.]
Please come have some. I don't need anything in return for them. Um... They're good in cakes, too. [That...should wrap things up, he figures, so the feed gives a shake, comes back to his face one more time, and clicks off.]
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[But that's not really his business, so he doesn't make a big deal out of it, and in retrospect he's sure Murphy already knows this. What is his business is that he was worried too.]
Come have a few. They're good if you need some energy.
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[That's all he's saying about that.]
Energy. Great. Could use some of that.
...And, uh. Sorry. If I've made you worry... 'bout the disappearing act and all...
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[So that's the worst of his worries cleared up--he'd worried that Murphy was dead somewhere in the depths of the ship, like too many others have been so far. He didn't want to believe it was the truth, but denying the possibility seemed just as unreasonable. So he means what he says in the most relieved possible way.]
These will help you feel better.
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[He hopes. Murphy actually has a reason to keep going no, and he'd rather keep it that way for as long as possible.]
Sounds good. I'll start headin' over there in a few minutes.
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[Not that he doesn't expect him not to be, but he can never just not worry about him. Definitely not after having him go missing for a bit.]
I'll be here for a while longer. On the first level. You can find me easily.
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[None of it was really planned at all. He's still waffling over the possibilities of whether this whole ordeal had been deliberate or accidental, that maybe it had happened as a result of his own negligence to certain detail.
[Obviously, Murphy hasn't put too much thought into it as of late. Too much is on his mind as it is to worry about those things as he sighs.]
Alright.
[It'll be nice seeing Asato again, anyway. Familiar faces after days spent in the winding hallways is a goddamn godsend.]
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Alive is good.
His sense of manners doesn't cover him enough to make him say more than he has, so he clicks his device off and puts it aside until Murphy comes around, always diligent in minding his harvest. It'll be a relief, seeing Murphy instead of just hearing him over the communicator, almost as if he can't fully settle down until he's seen him in the flesh, with all limbs still securely attached.]
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[Fuck.
[Right now he at least has the prospect of berries and food, berries and food. He needs berries and food -- and food. At least it's felt that way ever since he got back.
[Even though it's been a few days, he still carries a worn out and haggard look that's haunted him since his close shave with death. That much can't be hidden when he tracks down Asato. The most he can do is try and haul his own weight, and cover what that gashes in his chest and stomach and doctor his hands up to his best ability.
[Because fuck the
policemedbay.]...
[Murphy is grateful that Netherland's was kosher with letting him take a few days off. The walk isn't even too far from the lift and already Murphy is starting to feel worn out on his way to meet Asato.]
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When he catches the sound of footsteps near the garden doors, he stands and trots in their direction to meet whoever's coming. Murphy, he assumes, but it could be someone else, a random visitor or someone else coming to pick up their share. In any case he doesn't have a reason to try and drive people away, so if he comes across someone who's got no business with him, he can go back not having wasted enough effort to make a fuss over.
But it is Murphy. The sight of him makes Asato's ears tilt back slightly in thought, but he makes no mention of it other than,] Murphy. You look hungry.
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[No shit, of course it's obvious. But Murphy bites back on that little comment as he approaches Asato. Unfortunately, proximity isn't complimenting his appearances much. Not that Murphy's ever cared about appearances in the first place.
[He knows that look, though. He knows all kinds of looks, and he knows that one. That's when he folds his arms over his chest.]
...Been a rough few weeks.
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It's rough for you a lot. [Which isn't meant to accuse him or anything, and the look he's giving Murphy now speaks more of apology than scrutiny or disappointment. Leaving it at that, Asato abruptly turns to go grab one of the fruits to bring back to him, which takes him half a minute at most but comes with no explanation of where he's darting off to. When he returns, he's carrying one in each hand and holds one out to Murphy.] Here. This will help.
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[He's not even joking about it, either -- despite what the lightness of his tones entail. Because it's much easier to make light of a serious matter than to let anyone lead on that it's actually. You know. Serious.
[Murphy opens his mouth to speak, but then shuts it when Asato turns and leaves. He debates whether he should follow or not, but by then he's returned with the fruit.
[He blinks, still feeling a little slow when it comes to processing things. He just shakes his head, and takes Asato's offering.]
Thanks. Uh, what'd you say these were called again...?
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Kuims, [he says as he hands Murphy his share (or part of it, if he were to want more after).] They grow in my home world. And they're very good.
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Yeah? [His brows lift slightly as he looks down at it in his hand.] Huh.
[Not sure why he's surprised. It's not like the kitchens are stocked with only human food. He does wonder if their diets differ, though. Murphy doesn't have much in the ways of food allergies that he's aware of; he'd hate for any to start now.]
...
[Testing this possibility now, Murphy bites down on the fruit. He winces when his stomach jerks, not because of the food but because it's been doing that from time to time since he got back.
[After a moment, he manages:] It's, uh. Good.
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So far nothing bad's happened to those who tried them, so here's hoping it'll stay that way. That wince has him worried, his ears turning back even while his expression remains unchanged, but once Murphy gives his verdict, Asato relaxes.]
I'm glad. Be careful. I heard it's not good if you eat fast, when you haven't eaten in a while.
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[His stomach seems to disagree for a few seconds, though. After a moment it pipes up. Murphy clenches his teeth, an eye squints.] Y-yeah, so I've heard... Seems there's some truth to that.
[Much as he'd have loved to gorge himself in his hunger, he just can't when his entire system is like "No, fuck you Pendleton!"]
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But despite that brief second of unease that makes him twitch his ears, while Murphy eats, Asato only looks on for a few moments, quiet but always attentive, and finally he turns to hurry back to where he keeps his harvest. When he comes back, he's got a few more fruits in his hands and holds them out in Murphy's direction.]
You don't have to eat them all now. Take some with you for later.
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Alright, uh, th... thanks again. [Not just for the food, though. For not flipping out on him, even if he understands that it's justified. Ugh.]
...
[After an awkward pause and accepting the fruits that's been handed to him, he adds:] So, it's... been awhile. How're you holdin' up here?
[Hi my name is Murphy Pendleton. How do I small talk?]
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He's no better at small talk, but what he says is honest in content and intent, even though his voice lingers at his usual timid murmur.] I've been alright. It's been mostly calm. Except for you disappearing. I'm just worried it won't be calm for much longer. [It never is. At least that part is predictable.]