Joe - Nel // Closed Commentlog // ONGOING!

[idkmybffsean]

 Characters: Joseph Ivers (idkmybffsean ) and Nel Zelpher (skinbrand ) [closed]
Location: Our House aka Nel's Kitchen aka Deck 8!
Date: Present
Rating: PG for the Irishman with the potty mouth. :>

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[skinbrand]

Soup is boiling. This is unusual, since Nel doesn't have any of the stoves turned on and hasn't done so since she began renovations. Unusual but not impossible when you're a fine-tuned runologist who doesn't trust modern technology, or wants to get spoiled by them.

"Hm." She lifts the lid and lets the steam blow away from her face, only taking a quick peek to ascertain the vegetables were softening nicely. Joe's knock and call-out catch her attention as the lid clinks gently down.

Nel leans into the wide serving counter to see and let herself be seen. "Joseph," she enunciates in her odd accent. His appearance and carriage match the 'rogue' she'd pinned him as.

[idkmybffsean]

Joe smiles and steps forward, hands in his pockets and eyes taking in the sights. The decor isn't bad, far better than what he had at home and he's pretty impressed with the whole layout. It's obvious that there's been some changes made recently, and possibly more to come.

His attention shifts to Nel. She's short, stern looking just like her voice suggested. Joe sticks out a hand to shake. "Em. Just Joe."

[skinbrand]

The serving counter is obviously meant for someone taller than Nel, but that doesn't stop her from jumping a little, balancing, and shaking the offered hand. Her eyes flick from his build (professional interest, Joe, don't be getting any ideas yet) to his face. The violet keeps steady even as she bounces back on her feet.

Only having the bridge of her nose and up visible doesn't seem to detract from her dignity. Nel ignores or doesn't understand what he says, holding up a finger to "wait" while she ducks out of the kitchen.

A tiny red-haired woman in leathers -- tunic, boots, waist brace, underpiece -- rounds the corner, communicator in hand. She talks into the screen, presses a button or two, and...

"I know some of your language, but very little. Would you mind bearing with me and repeating"?

[idkmybffsean]

Worry not Nel, Joe is professionally assessing her build, face and general mannerisms. She's different to the other ladies he's met thus far, young, but wise beyond her years. It's a little sad to see someone neglect their youth like she is. Oh well, each to their own. It's not exactly Joe's place to pick.

He digs out his comm to match what she's doing. It's a feature he knew was possible but not one he bothered to figure out. Joe speaks and lets the comm translate.

"I said, call me Joe."

Shifting his weight to his other foot, Joe pauses to let her read before continuing.

"It's good to meet you in person. Sorry it took so long. It's been a crazy week."