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[omnicidalmaniac]

Who: Baby and Nero
What: Depression ahoy!
When: Just before this thread
Where: The cafeteria
Warnings: Probably a lot of cursing.

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[spo0kshow_baby]

Funny how Baby would soon reflect Nero's state of mind, though she was more likely to be a raving lunatic before the brooding would ensue. Still, that was a different story for another time, and right now, the Firefly was busy bitching about the food (to herself). She slunked off with her tray, a scowl about her features, when she saw the tattooed man all by his lonesome and just begging to be bothered. It was to her advantage, she felt, that they had already met, avoiding the awkward introductions that would have to shadow her waltzing up to him.

Dropping her tray so that it loudly announced her presence, Baby smiled widely and mischievously down at Nero before asking, "This seat taken?" No matter what the fuck he said, she was still joining him.

[omnicidalmaniac]

Nero had no idea he was channeling Spock when he raised an eyebrow. "No," he said, looking from her to her tray and back again. Food might be a good idea at some point, but not just yet. "Well, it is now, I suppose." He recalled her name, at least, and their fascinating if somewhat bewildering trip through New York at Christmas. While he didn't feel he understood Terran holidays any more than he had before he'd gone, it had still been...interesting. And she'd been an interesting guide, even if he didn't understand half her swearwords. He could recognize them as cursing, since in a certain way profanity was almost universal, but somehow he'd never actually got around to looking any of them up.

[spo0kshow_baby]

"Good!" she chirped, sitting down and immediately propping her legs up in his lap. "So, you realize you look pretty fuckin' kooky sitting in the cafeteria with no food, right? Most people mope away in their room or some corner, not in the middle of the goddamn cafeteria for everyone to see. Now they'll make note of it and use it against you."

She shrugged, only caring if it interrupted with her plan.

[omnicidalmaniac]

Up went the other eyebrow. Anyone else might have been looking at a pair of broken legs, but for some reason even he couldn't fathom all he did was push her feet off his lap. He hadn't yet realized--and would probably take him some time to figure out--that what was possibly his only weakness was blonde women. Mandana had had fair hair, and some part of his subconscious couldn't help but associate all blonde women with her--no matter how very, very different they were. Baby was almost as unlike Mandana as it was possible to be, but that (very) subconscious partiality was there, and so he didn't regard her with nearly as much irritation as almost anyone else might have earned