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[Kallen's leaning over the railing of the Typhoon, wearing a tank top and shorts she was able to grab on Cape Triumph before things went south. By her feet is a bag with the assortment of other collected items, pistol and dagger included. She's got the journal closed, gripped in her hands, her expression appearing pretty contemplative. After a few

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[odst_mute]

[There's a quiet yawn from the ODST resting on the other side of the deck's mast, sounding somewhat sleepy as attention turned towards the voice behind him.]

What? Getting bored already?

[Nope, he totally didn't randomly decide to take a nap out on the deck or anything.]

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Hardly. You must have hit your head harder than I thought, to even think such a thing.

[She glances over now, studying him.]

[odst_mute]

Maybe.

[He gives a chuckle, leaning his head back against the mast with another yawn.]

I'm sure things will go back to normal eventually, though. [Short pause.]

... Well, as normal as it gets around here.

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Normal in this place is entirely subjective, but I get what you mean.

[She just raises a brow at his actions.] Don't let anyone trip over you.

[odst_mute]

[A blink at the comment, before Rookie is lazily tucking his legs a little closer to him and moving to rest his arms across his knees. He was still a bit too tired to really say anything, since it had been a pretty good nap.

One that had been a lot longer than the couple he's had so far. Considering it was hard for him to get much sleep when he was keeping an eye out for trouble more often than he was closing his eyes.]

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[As he's getting situated again, Kallen walks over, pulling something out of her bag as she goes. If he goes to look up again, he should find the said something being draped lightly over his head and face.]

[odst_mute]

[OW HIS EYES WHAT IS THIS GAUDY PIECE OF CLOTH.

He's silent for a few moments as he sits there, before raising a hand to tug the shirt off his face and just kind of stare at it. Then slowly glance back up at her and tilt his head, looking a little confused but amused.]

... You bought me a shirt.

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To replace the one that smells like rotting meat, yes. [HARPY GUTS!]

I figured I could actually find you if I needed you when you wear it. [Snerk.]

[odst_mute]

[W-what is he suppose to do with this. Oh god. ; ;

He's just glancing back down at the shirt and then back up at her with that same expression.]

... Uh. Thanks. [Pause.] I think.

[Just going to be folding that shirt and placing it next to him, trying to pretend it doesn't exist while he replies to her last comment.]

And I'm really not that hard to find. [Taps the pocket where he kept his book, smiling lightly.] All you need to do is just use the journals.

[Since he has a habit of taking his everywhere. Especially when he didn't have his armor.]

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You're welcome. [She takes this time to sit down next to him, making herself comfortable.]

It's called a joke, Rook. You know what those are.

[odst_mute]

[He shrugs, giving her a light smirk.] Just saying.

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[This look.]

[odst_mute]

[This look back.

What? He was just trying to be helpful... even if he kinda knew you were kidding. > >]

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[...

Sigh.]