[ welcome to titan's again? no problem. this time... it's a little different however. there's still some music playing in the jukebox, but instead of the helmeted thebe you get... an unhelmeted thebe? they are just kind of melted onto a couch with a beer in hand and cat in their lap.
the cat purrs. thebe just looks up, cigarette dangling from their mouth. ]
It was tough, but we managed it... so we'll hit our target for the jump.
[ a small pause. as they shift, there's a metallic noise creaking. ]
Back's a little fucked up, but I think I can just sleep through it... what about you? Heard you were one of the ones that came back from an unexpected trip...
[ they will let baiken say she is fine, but they still give her the flattest little stink eye like "okay sure lie to my face."
but they pause a moment as they slowly slowly sit up. son stretches out of their lap and goes to curl up on the other end of the couch. as thebe moves, they kind of shuffle their jacket off and twist slightly, pulling their hair over their shoulder. at this angle, there's a brief glimpse of metal at their nape, surrounded by scar tissue, dipping down into the back of their shirt. ]
It's my implant. Doesn't like the cold... and didn't like the turbulence our shuttle went through when I was piloting. Acting up.
[ with a tone that very much indicates her awareness at being the last fucking person to say this: ]
Should you even be here? Surprised half the damn ship didn't swarm you.
[ otherwise, she doesn't react. okay maybe a little, but as we all know by now, baiken isn't the most animated person. the surprise and intrigue are visibly brief. ]
[ THAT'S NOT AN ANSWER. BUT OH WELL. anyways, they feel like baiken is the type to keep suitably quiet about shit. and maybe they're being irresponsible, but they're hurt and it's thursday and they're tired and they like baiken in a way bartenders become fond of frequent fliers. they become part of the scenery, the every day. they carve a niche.
they chug their beer for a hot minute before wiping their mouth on the back of their hand. ]
[ they hold out their lighter for her if she needs a light. as they do so, the cat just kind of lifts its head to sleepily look at baiken and hops off the couch on the other side to go and just
[ she accepts the offer - boy does that make things easier - and reclines back onto the couch as she inhales. she watches idly as son does son things. ]
[ it is really just a cat prowling in close. he is well-fed and sleek, and just kind of leans in the way cats do to sniff sniff sniff. probably leaning back then because smoky. ]
[ sorry kitto, but baiken isn't going to stop just because you're curious. she eyes him idly, as she doesn't get much time up close and personal with animals. ]
[ thebe's gotten used to knowing that the fore golf joke is just totally lost on many people on board this ship. that's okay. they just ponder the next question a moment. ]
Yeah, I've got one. But I have to go by just my callsign for a little longer...
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the cat purrs. thebe just looks up, cigarette dangling from their mouth. ]
Fancy seeing you here again.
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That rough?
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It was tough, but we managed it... so we'll hit our target for the jump.
[ a small pause. as they shift, there's a metallic noise creaking. ]
Back's a little fucked up, but I think I can just sleep through it... what about you? Heard you were one of the ones that came back from an unexpected trip...
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[ anyway, ]
You're making a bunch of noise over there.
[ well, no, but those are not standard squishy human noises?? ]
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but they pause a moment as they slowly slowly sit up. son stretches out of their lap and goes to curl up on the other end of the couch. as thebe moves, they kind of shuffle their jacket off and twist slightly, pulling their hair over their shoulder. at this angle, there's a brief glimpse of metal at their nape, surrounded by scar tissue, dipping down into the back of their shirt. ]
It's my implant. Doesn't like the cold... and didn't like the turbulence our shuttle went through when I was piloting. Acting up.
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Should you even be here? Surprised half the damn ship didn't swarm you.
[ otherwise, she doesn't react. okay maybe a little, but as we all know by now, baiken isn't the most animated person. the surprise and intrigue are visibly brief. ]
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[ THAT'S NOT AN ANSWER. BUT OH WELL. anyways, they feel like baiken is the type to keep suitably quiet about shit. and maybe they're being irresponsible, but they're hurt and it's thursday and they're tired and they like baiken in a way bartenders become fond of frequent fliers. they become part of the scenery, the every day. they carve a niche.
they chug their beer for a hot minute before wiping their mouth on the back of their hand. ]
I like this place the best.
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It's nice when it's quiet, I'll give you that.
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Good place to think too much, good place to not think at all.
Sometimes I don't know which I'd prefer.
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she's in no hurry to break the silence. ]
Thinkin' too much doesn't do any good.
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strut right across hers. unafraid. what's up? ]
Son, don't be too nosy...
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What're you, a bakeneko?
[ probably just a cat, but, you never know. ]
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He's my cat. From home.
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And you named him Son? Or is that a callsign too.
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Yeah.
... His real name's Fore.
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...You got a name, or is it some company secret?
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Yeah, I've got one. But I have to go by just my callsign for a little longer...
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Don't want to make the Company upset.