[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Late Night Perk
Feb 11, 2019 4:15:47 GMT -5
Post by Dart on Feb 11, 2019 4:15:47 GMT -5
Still crouched, braced on her fingers and the tips of her feet, Dart froze. She slowly lifted her chin to look up at him where he stood behind the fence. The strings of barbed wire that crossed in front of his shins were rusty and dull; a tiny bit of fuzz that was caught on the twists reflected the pale silver of the overhead moonlight.
What are you doing-
"I- uh, I- er, I just..."
Oh geeze, Dart, what are you doing, you know you reach out when someone offers you a hand, you don't sniff at them.
Dart ducked her helm and winced. Across her shoulders, her spoiler squinched back and then down, sagging on the jointed hinge.
She'd been spending so much time by herself recently. No, she'd been spending so much time in her head lately. Inside that system that felt as real and tangible as the dry ground under her feet, or the mech standing in front of her. A place where everyone had their quirks; where her reaction to scent was noted, even commented on, but in ways that didn't make her feel awkward.
This was awkward. Yep. Being invisible right now would have been fantastic. Perfect for slinking silently away, digging a hole, and pulling in the desert on top of her.
"Oh. Oh gosh, no, no, no," she stammered to the mech in front of her. Somewhere in the back of her head she found herself realizing that he was fairly tall.
"You don't smell like a skunk. You don't stink like that."
Immediately, the courier pushed off the hard packed ground and scrabbled upright. Her hands lifted up to where they half obscured the deep, burned scars on the sigil on her lean chest, even as she rocked back on her heels. She shifted her weight back and forth over her feet, her fingers spread as she babbled out her apology.
"Er, oh geeze, no, you don't stink at all. I'm so sorry, that's not what I meant, I- You smell fine, honest. Like something hot. Er, heated. Something heated, kinda, I guess, and polish and sand and sunshine..."
Dart trailed off. "Like stuff," she finished lamely.
What are you doing-
"I- uh, I- er, I just..."
Oh geeze, Dart, what are you doing, you know you reach out when someone offers you a hand, you don't sniff at them.
Dart ducked her helm and winced. Across her shoulders, her spoiler squinched back and then down, sagging on the jointed hinge.
She'd been spending so much time by herself recently. No, she'd been spending so much time in her head lately. Inside that system that felt as real and tangible as the dry ground under her feet, or the mech standing in front of her. A place where everyone had their quirks; where her reaction to scent was noted, even commented on, but in ways that didn't make her feel awkward.
This was awkward. Yep. Being invisible right now would have been fantastic. Perfect for slinking silently away, digging a hole, and pulling in the desert on top of her.
"Oh. Oh gosh, no, no, no," she stammered to the mech in front of her. Somewhere in the back of her head she found herself realizing that he was fairly tall.
"You don't smell like a skunk. You don't stink like that."
Immediately, the courier pushed off the hard packed ground and scrabbled upright. Her hands lifted up to where they half obscured the deep, burned scars on the sigil on her lean chest, even as she rocked back on her heels. She shifted her weight back and forth over her feet, her fingers spread as she babbled out her apology.
"Er, oh geeze, no, you don't stink at all. I'm so sorry, that's not what I meant, I- You smell fine, honest. Like something hot. Er, heated. Something heated, kinda, I guess, and polish and sand and sunshine..."
Dart trailed off. "Like stuff," she finished lamely.