that would be because they ARE *. being left to your own devices more often than not often would mean that they were free to explore — so long as they were not seen as they did. that could spell trouble. trouble that they would not want to invite for no reason. +

they're quiet as they watch, take note of reactions, sounds, actions. she's not like them, doesn't seem to have been raised to entertain, either... she wears emotion on her sleeve in a way that someone raised in anakt would not. +

i thought it would be very funny

" no, they're all here still. " it's not a lie, but the way they say it almost makes it seem like it is. it's almost playfully said, in a way, with a levity in their tone more often reserved for mere jests. but alas, the musing from the other room is proof enough. +

a low hum rumbles in their throat, pondering their next words. yes, it was quite far... but it has also been a bit since they crossed gazes. maybe libe has no concept of time. their left wrist rises, and they pull a sleeve back with their right hand to check a watch. +

smile remains ever friendly, arms folded behind their back as they await her further explanation. they have time, or so it seems that they do. eotvos doesn't seem to notice any movement around them, so there is nothing that might urge them to act any faster. +

orange eyes follow the jerky movement of her hand, but the smile doesn't fade even when they take notice of what she reached for. a gun, it's not unfamiliar, they have seen them plenty even when not pointed directly at them. turns out that exposure gets you used to a lot of things. +

now... all they have to do is wait for the perfect opportunity. as time goes on, their gaze scans the room time and time again — notice just how the aliens react as the time goes on, as they seem to forget the performer on stage the more preoccupied with eating and drinking they get. +

aortic idk maybe i finally should have some shame and make a ref for vos

the lights on the stage are blinding as they usually are, but they no longer squint, don't attempt to wipe the sweat that beads at their brow... don't bother smiling beyond what's expected from someone charming an audience. it's all mechanical, practiced, milimetricaly planned to perfection. +

𝐁𝐀𝐃 , 𝘉𝘈𝘋 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 -- -- 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀 ◟ 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍' .ᐟ #OCRP ♡︎ #MVRP 𖹭 & ↺ appreciated .ᐟ

( conducting business. . . what kind of business. . . 💭 * )

@luctificus.bsky.social We've not interacted much, but I've found out few exchanges pleasant. Do let me know if you'd ever be interested in conducting business.

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mhm, i don't think there's anywhere quite the library that has the big orange tree. ( and they chuckle softly, vaguely amused. it feels almost nonsensical, and yet. . . )

thank you, im sure that i will enjoy myself. . . there is a lot to learn, a lot to find, even. im sure that i will not be bored anytime soon.

( they nod, carefully popping the fruit into its mouth. it's sweet. . . how delightful. ) it's not an acquired taste, not at all, i just haven't had the chance to eat much.

oh, that kind of pleasure. i see. ( their head tilts to the side, a soft hum warming their throat. ) i suppose i am here to see the sights.

oh, we. . . we do, yes. i just haven't been one to buy them. ( the slice is still held out, patiently as they think this all through. . . . what even is the coin they use in south korea ? )

oh, you have no idea. ( it's almost like an inside joke with itself — all the miles between where they really came from and this place with no name that they know of. there is a pause. ) pardon ?

so i see. i thought it to be only decoration on the roof, but now that you mention it. . . ( a slice easily slides off of the membrane, the white part patiently pulled off before it's offered to her. ) i haven't had oranges a lot, i think im still learning how i feel about it.

it's quite the odd place for oranges to grow. ( they mention without even noticing it was spoken aloud, gloves removed to start tearing into the peel. ) are you particularly fond of oranges ?

thank you. ( patting the spot by their side for sesil to sit, gloves peeled off in favour of handling the sticky material. ) have you ever done first aid before ?

( they hum softly, carefully looking the bite mark over. . . it's probably going to bruise isn't it ? ) do you need help over there ?

( it doesn't make a lot of sense to someone watching from the outside but. . . hey, as long as she's eating ! ) haha, im glad you like them, please have as many as you'd like.

really ? i mean that would make sense. . . so please, do remember to eat often. ( humming, excusing themself to go pick what was requested. and once they're back, the cookies and water are handed over. )

oh, thank you. is there any occasion ? ( but they take the orange anyway. )

( they would have frozen were they not expecting the question, one they have been asked pretty much ever since they had found themselves here. letting go of her hand, they straighten back up. ) oh, i am not from around here. (+)

i can't say that i have ever seen anything like this, that is all. ( humming. . . it doesn't seem threatening. that's good. )

i see, it's a pleasure to meet you, scherie. ( their hand reaches for one of hers, carefully lifting it to kiss the back of it. ) it's a beautiful name.

( blinking a few times at the offered fruit, a polite yet confused smile on their lips. ) for me ?

it's flat, kind of like a pancake. . . but pancakes aren't this wet. . . . huh.

oh, wait. . . could i ask for your name at least ? ( their attention is once again turned to her, an easy smile on their lips. ) my name is eotvos.

but the teeth. . . they're so big. . .

oh, yes. im quite fond of them when i manage to catch a glimpse. . . they're beautiful birds. ( a gentle hum, carefully folding the sheet the rest of the way to tuck it into a drawer. )

. . . what if it bites their hand off.

( muttering a soft thank you as they wait for the other fold, carefully moving closer to join them together. big sheets are always a problem to fold on your own. )

( ❓ * ) hexes and trickery. . . now isn't that something new ? what is that ? an illness ?

( pause mid folding, a perfect corner held in their gloved hand before they even reach for the other. they could use some help. . . )

( . . . by great anakt, what even IS this thing. 💭 * )