agenda: | all by stockholm (rhysisdumb032_anabiotic)
MARGAERY TYRELL, the little queen. ([personal profile] agenda) wrote in [community profile] thespacebar 2017-01-26 05:26 pm (UTC)

002!

[ Rhys is a wuss in every way, from his nausea over this gross planet to his fancy, skag-skin shoes. Turned away from Dom, he scans plants one by one, his left eye alight with the dim, blue glow typical of technology. For the most part, he only adds new images to his database (entries composed of unhelpful variations on Another goddamn tree, I guess. Try eating it, and see if it puts us out of our misery). Apart from the occasional choked laugh and intermittent whining, he doesn't offer much support for his teammate. And he certainly doesn't engage in any hands-on investigation of their environment.

Wouldn't want to stain his suit, y'know.

However, Dom's abrupt topic and tonal shift earns his undivided attention. When he witnesses her near crash, he cocks his head. The way his mouth quirks in glee — over his super cool teammate doing something vaguely embarrassing — signals an oncoming jibe, but her second statement cuts him off. ]


Whoa there, you mean like — [ His eyebrows shoot up. He almost says stripping, but instead makes a sort of noncommittal sweeping gesture to himself and then back to her. He's thinking of college prank style streak, okay. Is that a wilderness survival thing? Wait. ] — oh, running. You totally mean running. [ then, quickly: ] Right now?

[ Is that necessary? These shoes have done running before, sure, but they're not, like, made for it. Emergencies only, please. ]

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