video; netherlands is too annoyed to bother with counting

[handelaar]

[The second level of the Gardens is in the background and Netherlands? Might as well be the personification of so done with this shit instead, right now, and when he speaks his voice is tight, not tired.]

There's another goddamned dinosaur here.

[His lips thin, and the next part of the rant is way off-script but like he cares. So done.]

The Gardens aren't the ship's fucking playground. They grow food. Make oxygen. Filter the water. Air, and shit. It does not have to house all of your goddamned pets, or be your living room, or test area, or vacation, or - whatever the hell you think it is. It's a pain in the ass to take care of. Without half of you treating it like it's your right to take advantage of and then leave for the department to clean up. The department isn't big. There's four levels and kilometers of produce to take care of. We'd be too fucking overworked even if you assholes didn't tear up the place whenever you fucking felt like it.

[HUFF. He scowls and crosses his arms, and yeah, he's going to keep right on with the telling the entire ship how he really feels, in vividly pissy detail.]

Stop treating the gardens like they're yours. Because you all suck at owning shit. [Well - a flicker, unsure.] Most of you, I mean.

[Yep and then he's back to business.]

If it doesn't stop, I'm finding a way to lock out anyone who isn't in the department.

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[tailcrook]

[He's learned overtime, that it isn't the easiest thing for Netherlands to go at length about things. But what a face he's making... it makes Konoe's head tilt a bit, and he hesitates leaving off this way.]

With that, it's only right I take care of it, too... isn't it?

[handelaar]

It's... [He looks away, off-screen, and scowls before reigning his expression back to neutral and turning back. By then his voice is schooled back into its usual bored brand of lilting, casual interest.] I don't know why you're not here. Officially.

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[tailcrook]

[It worries him for a moment, honestly unsure if he'd said anything wrong. But then - ]

Official...?

[tailcrook]

[... He he's never had a good reason. And he knows it, making his ears fold down and his glance shift elsewhere.]

I... never thought I knew enough for that. To have "science" on my skin.

[Honestly, a year of ghosting around's boiled down to issues of not feeling good enough. Skilled enough or smart enough for nearly as much as he'd want to put in, not quickly. But then which of his problems don't originate that way.]

[handelaar]

[is this voice um

either way there is a long, long silence, and even it it were video it wouldn't be too exciting.

and breathe.]

Don't need to - have science. On your skin. Not to be part - [mumbled, then - ] - not to be part.

whoa I forgot the video tag -

[tailcrook]

[Don't worry him like that, Ned, his thoughts start to fly away that way... usually towards various forms of "done it wrong".


But then the answer happens, and he stares back a blink longer... he doesn't need to?]

Really? So - I could be official anyway?

not that it makes too much difference, these two

[handelaar]

[Wait, what. He tilts his head and frowns, confused.]

Not official, without -

[He raises his left arm and taps, once, twice.]

If y'think the nanites mean official.

really though

[tailcrook]

But Netherlands official...?

[It's his say that counts to him!!]

[handelaar]

[Annnnnd there goes the blush, along with a hand rubbing at his mouth because fuck that is adorable.]

Ah, then - y'could be official anyway. But, uh. Don't need to know much to be official. Just - so you know.