#kosodate

how's about a friendly clap on the shoulder from greg

He's a little confused but as he sensed as to who was closeby, any worries he had beforehand were quickly washed away.

As soon as he turned to face the other, Zean gave him a polite smile. ❛❛ Yes? Did you need something, Mr. Greg? ❜❜

pier   point   doesn’t   honour   him   with   any   alarms,   weaving   endless   corridors   to   the   sound   of   his   own   footfall   until   he’d   lost   the grunts   on   his   heels   as   well   as   any   solid   sense   of   direction   :   edging   round   a   corner,   the   press   of   metal still   against   his   palm   when   they   locked   eyes   and   raised   at   greg   in   the   seconds   it   takes   him   to register   …   that’s   the   same   overtaxed   expression,   but the   dress   shirt  is   a   new   development    –       had   he   thought an   old   friend   was   still   out   there somewhere, the   ipc   wasn’t   the   first   place   he   would   look,   if   even   on   the   list.   there’s   no   one   else   around.   it’s   a   snap   decision,   gun   lowered   as   soon   as   he   notes   a   shift   of   recognition   and   pulling   him   forcefully   though   the   nearest   door. 

vante   bows.   it’s   performative.   silly,   elicited   from   an   awkward   uncertainty   and   the   time   constraint   to   shake   it   off   –   but   smooth,  learned   and   retained   in   a   way   that   only he   might   catch.    “    of   all   the   gin   joints   … huh?   ”    avoidant   gaze   wanders   the   office,   lingers   on   files   and   tech   laid   out   on   the   desk,   but   he   calls   his   attention   back   to   the   hitch   in   his   plans.    “   you’re   …   ”    what?   going   to   show   him   the   way   out of   here?   going   to   call   for   help,   or   decide   to   incapacitate   vante   himself?   he wouldn’t   blame   him   for   doing   so,   wary   distance   maintained   between   the   two,   but   something overrules   his   better   judgement   and   the   guilt   that   weighs   in   on   him   alike.      “   it’s a   relief to   see   you   again.   honestly    –    i   assumed,   you   know.   "    the   worst.

Shoutouts of Awesomeness! | Accepting!

Certainly a quadruple tie between @remembranced, @hamartiah, @kosodate, and @4dearlife! Always in love with reading their posts that discuss about their ocs in depth >:]

Let me yap about the blogs I like! | Accepting!

Lucian ( @kosodate and your thousands of blogs) and Rue ( @mybibis and your thousands of blogs (2)) immediately comes to mind when I see two hearts together :] They feel like duo together and I adore the threads and dynamics they do together! That Toxic Workplace AU? That AU still lives rent free in my head...

A friend of a friend tended to take one far. Another IPC ship, another ludicrous amount of Credits he'd barely scraped together to cover his fare despite the bullseye hanging over his head that had become a secretive warning not to allow him passage, to blacklist him as a murderous shadow hounded him to hell and life again. He was a liability, a walking target that risked millions in damages as some lines had already suffered despite the apparent randomness of the attacks. And yet, endlessly running was the only way he could survive, and survive he would.

In the late midnight hour, the interloper who had smuggled Dan Heng aboard hissed at him to enter the lower-class canteen, the exile ducking into the kitchen where he was instructed to take enough food to last him through the next day, the only means by which he could gain sustenance under cover of darkness. The light of the industrial refrigerator cast wanly upon him, spinning a waxy picture of an exhausted man cradling several foodstuffs in his arms that he could at least stomach. The crinkling of plastic as he leafed through freeze-dried packages resonated too loudly in the space gleaming with chrome appliances, working quickly.

Yet, when his contractor hissed that they weren't alone anymore, the coward dashed away and Dan Heng stood guilelessly in his wake. The faint, acrid scent of cigarette smoke greeted his nose and causing him to grimace.

✌

neglected   box   here   and   there   that   he   tuts   at,    though   judgement   -   heavy   stare   is   superficial,    set   to   needle. all things considered,    this   does   not   bode   well for either party   :    as   such   his   curiosity   is   piqued.   naturally.     “    interesting.    are   you   pleased   with   this?    ”