041 [audio] [backdated to morning, 3/11]

[farfairersoul]

[The comm comes on to silence, which lasts for a long second before Razer gives a low chuckle--closer to a sigh, really.]

...Completely worth it.

[Click.]

[[ooc: Razer is missing a long-sleeved blue shirt, a pair of well-worn jeans, two leather wrist-holsters, and four homemade knives. All other items (belt, collar, lighter, and boots) have

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[psychoticracer]

[KNOCK KNOCK.

You better open this door. :| ]

[farfairersoul]

[Without any hesitation.

Razer...isn't fully dressed, his shirt is unbuttoned and he doesn't have any shoes on, his hair is a mess, but he looks completely healthy. Not even a scar.

He quirks a smile.]

Having fun without me?

[You look like shit, Commander.]

[psychoticracer]

[He didn't know WHAT he wanted to do first.

Part of him just wanted to hug the bastard, but there was entirely too much of that after he got back from being a robot. Now...

Pushy as hell, he reaches up to grab Razer's hair and yank him down for a kiss. Erol's wound tense as a guitar string; Razer's taste, scent and touch slowly travel through his senses and reach his brainstem... then he relaxes.

After THAT he lets Razer break the kiss.]

I should hope you don't plan on making this a habit.

[farfairersoul]

[Razer finds himself pulled down, holds the kiss for as long as it lasts, then breaks off to give Erol a smirk.]

Of course not. It simply happened to be worth the return in this case.

[He puts a hand on the back of Erol's head, fingers threading into his hair, and leans their foreheads together. He really is perfectly fine, not even traumatized. If all that had happened before Mizo skinned his arms that might be different, but as-is he is perfectly content.]

It won't happen again.

[He's a liar, he just doesn't know it yet.]

[ecopiracy]

[The fact that he's found something of Razer's, and where he found it, is rather telling.]

Would you care to elaborate on that?

[[ooc: I was the one who claimed the boots, right?]]

[farfairersoul]

Let's just say it's funny that, even with all the beasts in Carnival, it was the passenger I went in with that actually felt the need to...do some damage.

[You know who he went to Carni with, right?]

But that damage was well worth the events just prior.

[[ooc: You absolutely were~]]

[ecopiracy]

[Phoenix frowns. He doesn't keep track of Razer's movements, but he does seem to recall hearing the man make a call to...]

Jak? [His brow furrows.] Why would Jak attack you?

By the way... I believe I have your boots.

[There's something about the way he says that, though, that says there more that he isn't saying.]

[farfairersoul]

It's a very long story.

[Razer's tone is light, amused, even smug, but there's an edge to it that Phoenix will only have heard once before--during their fight for his goggles. That part of him that would sooner carve out your eyes than speak to you is officially in full force, and allowed to be that way for the first time in three months. Razer feels fantastic, and it shows.]

As for the boots...well, I assume I'm going to be preoccupied for a bit, what with the Commander being over, but I can come pick them up a little later?

[lilyground]

I got something.

[farfairersoul]

Did you really?

[lilyground]

Yeah. Your neck thingy and lighter.

[A lighter that she flicks open. Fire!]

[farfairersoul]

It's a collar, Lily. That's a word you should know, isn't it? And I would appreciate getting both of them back--shall I stop by your room later to get them?

[explosivetalent]

[Royston had conveniently discovered a belt loaded with cigarettes when he had finally ventured to Deck 8 for some of his own. He picks it up right as Razer's transmission airs over the communicator. There's no mistaking the accent.

He has no idea who the belt belongs to, but Razer's been here a lot longer than he has... maybe the elf will know.]

Excuse me, Razer. I know I'm not well-versed in the.... goings-on of the Elegante, but, do you know which passenger might go with this belt? It has pouches attached with cigarettes. Does it sound familiar?

[The last sentence sounds as though it's coming from between clenched teeth. He's "borrowed" a cigarette from the pouch.]

[farfairersoul]

Ah! That sounds like something of mine, actually.

[Oh thank you Mar for dropping his belt with someone who knows who he is, that thing is important.]

I lost quite a few of my things recently, I would truly appreciate having that particular item returned. I'm a bit busy right now, but I could meet you somewhere later?

[explosivetalent]

Where would you care to meet? I have nothing on my schedule...

[He pauses, as if he were looking through a schedule book.]

...well, ever. Anytime you would like it, I can get it to you.

[farfairersoul]

[Razer chuckles a little.]

Meet me at Club O2 this afternoon? I'll be there around...three, if you want a specific timeframe.