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EYAI DRABBLE PARTY
Ji pointed out that it would make more sense for me to host this because my journal is busier and less locked! I make no promises that I willl actually write anything* because the end of Three Bags Full was meant to signify a return to the studying and sewing I was SUPPOSED to be doing all week.
*who are we kidding really
DRABBLES. GO. London or any other place ahem ahem Emma & Sares (nobody gets Australia, though -- that one's mine). Feel free to leave requests, fulfil requests, or just post drabbles about any characters you damn well please.
*who are we kidding really
DRABBLES. GO. London or any other place ahem ahem Emma & Sares (nobody gets Australia, though -- that one's mine). Feel free to leave requests, fulfil requests, or just post drabbles about any characters you damn well please.
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"Bang on," says Tee, gone tube with ambivalence, and tries to stare through the stiff canvas of her uniform to her ass as she leaves-- without much success. Or disappointment.
He thinks Wilson'll be the type to make him wait, to try and make him sweat (which he assures himself that he wouldn't), but in fact the detail-flesher arrives the very next day.
Tall, dark and visibly abstemious, this eyai has a long, narrow face; lips thin, mouth wide, brows heavy. He's wearing clothes Tee would have worn uncomplainingly once himself, but which he would now hesitate to give to a church.
The eyai says, "Well met." He holds a hand out to Tee, who accepts it, bemused, and notes that either the eyai's tissue has not adapted itself to his habitual labor or he has no habitual labor. "You must be Tee. I'm Nacio."
"Pleased to meetcha." Tee knows better by now than to ask for a surname. Half-expecting Nacio to bow, he asks, "Ah, are we going to do business here in the foyer, or would you like to meet the rest of the team?"
Nacio's smile is instant and surprisingly warm. "Why," he says, "I believe I should like that very much."
Oh, God, thinks Tee. The cog's a relic.
But he shows Nacio around nonetheless; watches him shake hands and nod and smile hair-fine and generous at Blacksheep's members until an unprecedented quantity of personal information answers his few, gentle questions. This is the moment when Tee realizes-- as his team no doubt also does-- that Nacio has the potential to be extremely dangerous.
Immediately following which realization Tee has the second realization that this is a stupid and absurd realization to have about an envoy from the Iron Revolution's higher echelons.
His third realization is that the eyai is old. Older than any eyai Tee has ever seen in one piece; even older than the twins, perhaps. The thought makes his fingers itch; would make him sweat, if the past year's many shocks had not yet come to pass.
Perhaps? No, impossible. Still...
Tee is wondering how often Nacio has needed to replace his organic components when Nacio says, "You'll have to excuse me, Tee, but I haven't got time to take this any further today. Shall I come back to-- no, not tomorrow, sorry, but perhaps the day after?"
Tee starts. "What? Leaving? But we ain't talked business at all yet."
Nacio blinks. "I suppose we haven't. Next time I come I'll try to be more focused. I'm sorry."
"Nah," says Tee. "Don't be. 's OK. The day after tomorrow works for me, too."
Not waiting for Nacio to murmur assent (he's noticed this as well, that Nacio actually fucking murmurs), by way of not asking the biggest question on his mind-- What do you want from me?, Tee asks the second biggest question on his mind. "Hey, Nacio. How old are you?"
"Twenty-five," says Nacio. "Why?"
Tee's breath does not catch in his throat. "No reason," he says. "See you soon. Have a good day."
Which Nacio may or may not-- but Tee does.
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I want to frame this sentence.
I also REALLY want to know what Nacio is thinking.
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I feel like for this scene and for this scene only he was played by Edward James Olmos.
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Oh, God, thinks Tee. The cog's a relic.
Because YES AND NO. And how much win.