[She's got a near-perfect pot of coffee brewing, and like any good girlfriend, she wants to bring a cup to her psychopathic, caffeine-loving boyfriend.]
[She doesn't send a reply, but a short while later there's a knock on his door. Christine has arrived, bringing with her a tray with a coffee pot, cups, milk and sugar, and a variety of small cakes and pastries. She sure knows how to look after him!]
[Well, room service. He could get used to this. Erol's always done things for himself, but he has faint memories of when his parents could afford servants. Mar knew they refused to do anything for themselves even when they couldn't afford the help. Including raise him.]
Well! And to what occasion do I owe this special treatment, hm?
[He's not got much of a sweet tooth, but coffee... that's another matter ENTIRELY.]
[Christine smiles, taking this as a sign that she'll be allowed to fuss over Erol. Really, there doesn't need to be a reason for her to do something like this for him - it's only what she should do for the man she hopes will be her husband one day, after all - but... Well, Christine is a little unsettled by the girl he's been speaking to. Zelda, that's her name. She seems a little too... too... too something for Christine's taste.
So call this insurance and a reminder of just how much she loves him rolled into one.]
[It's bizarre and foreign to him, but much of what Christine does is. He can't deny he likes the attention though, and he's usually certain she has no ulterior motive - girl's as see-through as a window - so he lets her at it.
Giving her leave to come in, he clears the table, grabbing the razor-sharpened knives in easy handfuls with his gloved hands and placing them in a drawer.]
[Christine sets the tray down on the cleared table, and manages to avoid looking at the knives as Erol puts them away. Of course he needs ways to defend himself, but weapons make her shudder.
She pours two cups of coffee, adds cream and sugar to her cup, and hands the other to Erol.]
Here. I hope you like it. I practice using machine.
Erol accepts the cup, pleased at her statement. It's a sign of her devotion to him; not only does he enjoy the coffee, but it feeds his ego as well.
He takes a sip and raises his eyebrows in approval.*
Much improved.
*Good coffee wasn't that hard - all you had to do was follow the proper steps. It was practically formulaic, as far as he was concerned.
Balancing the cup against his cast - hey, it might as well make itself useful - Erol sits down and props his boots up.*
How's business, then?
*Might as well pretend he cares. She likes it, and when she's happy, she pays better attention to him. Erol is finding himself rather attached to the novelty of positive attention, and more often than not leans towards making her happy for that very reason. All it takes is a little charm.*
[The approval brings a smile to Christine's face, and relief that all that practice has not been in vain. That, coupled with the interest Erol is showing in the business, makes sure that she'll be floating on a little cloud of joy for the rest of the day.]
It alright. Not too many people, but that alright. I think it be hard to deal with too much. And I still try to make coffee better.
[Sitting down next to Erol, she snuggles up and sips her own coffee. She's rather getting a taste for the stuff!]
Well. Wouldn't you be, if you had everything you wanted, and was ripped away from it? I wasn't the most pleasant company after arriving here either. I'd already been a month or so when you came onboard.
[Yeah, the Baron's pretty fucking scary. Even Erol will agree to that.
The elf sighs, resting the cup on his thigh to rub the bridge of his nose.]
*Erol will never honestly disagree with you on that one, Christine. The Baron scared anyone with a lick of sense (except perhaps for robots, let's not go into that topic right now).*
Mmm.
*He took a deep sip of coffee, the gesture reminiscent of drinking something a bit more potent*
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[Erol is bored okay. And he's really, REALLY sick of this cast, but it's not time to take it off yet.
WHY DOESN'T THIS SHIP HAVE GREEN ECO. B|]
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Are you in your room?
[She's got a near-perfect pot of coffee brewing, and like any good girlfriend, she wants to bring a cup to her psychopathic, caffeine-loving boyfriend.]
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[He's sharpening knives. He's almost got his arsenal built up from the last time Redd confiscated them.]
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Well! And to what occasion do I owe this special treatment, hm?
[He's not got much of a sweet tooth, but coffee... that's another matter ENTIRELY.]
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[Christine smiles, taking this as a sign that she'll be allowed to fuss over Erol. Really, there doesn't need to be a reason for her to do something like this for him - it's only what she should do for the man she hopes will be her husband one day, after all - but... Well, Christine is a little unsettled by the girl he's been speaking to. Zelda, that's her name. She seems a little too... too... too something for Christine's taste.
So call this insurance and a reminder of just how much she loves him rolled into one.]
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[It's bizarre and foreign to him, but much of what Christine does is. He can't deny he likes the attention though, and he's usually certain she has no ulterior motive - girl's as see-through as a window - so he lets her at it.
Giving her leave to come in, he clears the table, grabbing the razor-sharpened knives in easy handfuls with his gloved hands and placing them in a drawer.]
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She pours two cups of coffee, adds cream and sugar to her cup, and hands the other to Erol.]
Here. I hope you like it. I practice using machine.
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Erol accepts the cup, pleased at her statement. It's a sign of her devotion to him; not only does he enjoy the coffee, but it feeds his ego as well.
He takes a sip and raises his eyebrows in approval.*
Much improved.
*Good coffee wasn't that hard - all you had to do was follow the proper steps. It was practically formulaic, as far as he was concerned.
Balancing the cup against his cast - hey, it might as well make itself useful - Erol sits down and props his boots up.*
How's business, then?
*Might as well pretend he cares. She likes it, and when she's happy, she pays better attention to him. Erol is finding himself rather attached to the novelty of positive attention, and more often than not leans towards making her happy for that very reason. All it takes is a little charm.*
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It alright. Not too many people, but that alright. I think it be hard to deal with too much. And I still try to make coffee better.
[Sitting down next to Erol, she snuggles up and sips her own coffee. She's rather getting a taste for the stuff!]
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[Unusual recognition for him. Is he...? Yes, he's leading up to something.]
You see that bit on ShipNET? With the Baron.
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[She's pretty sure it is, but it's always good to make sure.]
He seem very...
[Scary.]
Angry.
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[Yeah, the Baron's pretty fucking scary. Even Erol will agree to that.
The elf sighs, resting the cup on his thigh to rub the bridge of his nose.]
He went and met with Jak. Alone... and unarmed.
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[But the scary thing still stands. For now. Hey, she trusts Erol, after all.
...And oh dear indeed. Christine gasps and goes wide-eyed, remembering all the things Erol has told her about how dangerous Jak is.]
Oh my! He... he get hurt?
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Mmm.
*He took a deep sip of coffee, the gesture reminiscent of drinking something a bit more potent*
Killed.
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