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Texts From Last Night

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[backwaterbelle]

That's what we call supply an' demand. [And good for the clerics for getting what their owed. Absently, she wonders if they're persecuted at all for having abilities, and then she wonders if he's ever had to deal with bullies. There's a quietness in the glance his way for a moment before she shakes herself out of that mental rabbit hole with a smile.]

Do you need help with the Relic? It works pretty much like a phone or tablet.

[Now that she's facing away from him Rogue can drop the remnants of the innocence mask that was slowly slipping as she continued to torment him.]

That's real unfortunate. Maybe one day you'll enjoy that opportunity.

Ah'm Rogue, by the way.

[mayberaven]

Never said it was a bad thing. Supply and demand keeps a merchant ship in the black too.

[Fjord had no idea what Rogue was thinking there, but he'd definitely be able to clarify things there.

Most of it. Not about to talk about how people are about his sort, no thanks!]

M- [His voice is just gonna pitch an octave higher there a moment.] maybe-

I'm Fjord. Good t'meet you.

[backwaterbelle]

[She utters a low, drawling murmur of agreement at his profitability note, balancing the cats as they descend down the flights of stairs. When she pushes the door open, Rogue throws him a smirk over her shoulder.]

Lookin' like you do ah'm sure you'll do just fine.

[Once he starts being able to not short circuit when someone flirts with him. Well practice makes permanent.]

Pleasure. [Did she drop her voice a bit lower with that word? Yep. For no reason at all.] C'mon, ah'm just at the end of the hall. You can freshen up in the bathroom before ah squirrel the cats away in there.

[Hopefully that'll help with his allergies.]

[mayberaven]

[It likely would have gotten him flustered again, and it did, a bit, but there was also an almost sort of blink-and-you-miss-it sort of expression, like he just couldn't quite make sense of what she said, that anyone would find him attractive if they weren't looking for some stereotypical example of a half-orc. Which he sure as hell wasn't. But it was shaken off for a soft huff in response as he followed along.]

S'appreciated. [He thankfully wasn't a mess, but he knew he'd feel better for a chance to splash some water on his face and straighten up a bit all the same.]

[backwaterbelle]

[Honestly, she doesn't know what he is species-wise, and for the sake of her opinion in this matter, it's irrelevant information. She's curious, of course, but that conversation can be had whenever it comes up organically.

Hoisting the cat bags onto her shoulders a little more securely, Rogue rummaged for her key and let them into the apartment. It's still pretty standard issue for the moment. One thing to notice is that she clearly was in the midst of making breakfast. Also, that there are several dozen fresh muffins cooling on racks.]

You woke up in an alley after vomiting on a cat. It's the least I could do.

[mayberaven]

[To be fair, Fjord has no idea what's standard issue. His friends settled in Gram, so he saw the cottage, but he'd found himself a ramshackle little one-person houseboat to live in for the moment. For... reasons.

He wanders in after Rogue, giving the sacks of cats a sideways glance as one of them wiggles with a muffled, increasingly annoyed-sounding feline complaint, pushing the door shut lightly behind them.]

Didn't mean t'interrupt breakfast.

[backwaterbelle]

[It's the not vomit covered one, so Rogue allows him a little leeway with poking his head out of the bag, sniffing the air deeply and thoughtfully. She doesn't suspect the relative patience will last.

At his apology, she waves it off in dismissal.]

Ah bake an' cook to relax. It's like meditation with an edible reward. You're welcome to some muffins. Food's meant to share.

[mayberaven]

I can't say I'll argue with that.

[A faint, amused chuckle slips out.]

Which way's the bathroom? Figure you'll wanna get those two settled before they riot, yeah?

[backwaterbelle]

Good man.

[Arguing with her tended to be a poor choice overall. At his question, she motioned towards the location of the bathroom.

Whenever he comes out, he'll find that she's gleaned a towel from the kitchen and has wiped the sick off of the super unfortunate one. They'll get properly bathed later.]

[mayberaven]

[Does Fjord even know any women who it's good to argue with?

Whatever the case he shuffles his way into the bathroom to wash his face, rinse his mouth out and generally straighten up. And maybe catch himself trying not to worry about how soon his tusks will start to become visible now that he's stopped messing with them. He gives himself a shake on that one. They're still not visible if he doesn't smile too wide so it's a problem for Future Fjord.

Once he feels slightly less like he'd been fished out of a dumpster he'll be rejoining Rogue and the cats, though giving the felines a berth.]

They're pretty chill for alley cats.

[backwaterbelle]

[Rogue could think of at least one. No wait, two. Wade's really a glutton for punishment. Remy just enjoys the banter and challenge.

She has a type.

Glancing his way she offers him a more subdued smile while scratching the one cat's chin.]

That either means they were dumped on the street, or they've been fed and cared for by local folks, just not enough so as to give 'em a home.

[At that, she smoothly scoops them both up and trots them off to the bathroom, settling them in the dry shower and then sequestering them fully in the bathroom.]

Any other allergies ah should be worried 'bout?

[mayberaven]

Suppose so...

[He's used to seeing cats around- cities had plenty with all the rodents, and allergies or no cats were a must on a ship if you didn't want mice and rats up in your stores or spreading diseases.

Luckily his aren't so serious, which means once the cats are elsewhere he'll be clearing up quickly enough with a little time.]

Luckily nothin' I've found as of yet.

[backwaterbelle]

[Never fear, as a mutant who called Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters home, Rogue's something of an expert when it comes to taking and and taking care of strays of all sorts. She has excellent 'mother bear' energy when necessary.]

That's good to hear.

[She moves past him to the kitchen, maybe brushing a bit close. Intentionally? The jury's out. But, maybe he'll notice that she's changed out her gloves for a fresh pair of a different color.]

So, what are you hungry for sugah?

[mayberaven]

[Well, that was a middling perception check so he does not think anything is intentional and while he had noticed her gloves before, missed that she had a new pair on now. Whoops?

He is brought up a bit short at the nickname, blinking slowly before shaking out of the consideration with a wry smile.]

Bacon and eggs'd be good if you've got it, but I'm not too picky.

[backwaterbelle]

[He smile twitches when she notices his reaction to her habitual pet name of sorts. There's always a bit of joy in making a proper or awkward man squirm with a little flirting, or in this case, simply being kind.]

Ah can whip that up for you right quick. How do you like your eggs?

[mayberaven]

[He is very awkward in this situation. Flirting to get by, to get something, to get someone to stop thinking of him as a threat? Sure, he's good. It's when the flirting comes his way that it gets him a bit flustered.]

Fried's good. [Just gonna post up near the counter for the moment so they can keep chatting while Rogue's doing her thing.]

[backwaterbelle]

Alright.

[Eggs and bacon are thankfully a pretty quick item to whip up, especially when she had been about to start cooking some for herself prior to the rescue mission. Soon there's a crackling of bacon cooking in hot oil.]

So, ah'm Rogue.

[Since they never actually got to introductions.]

[mayberaven]

[Oh, right! Introductions are a thing.

The pukey cat took precedence before this.]

Fjord. [A faint smile and a nod.] Good to meet ya.

[backwaterbelle]

Pleasure.

[Honestly, she's so used to jumping into action without introductions that it just now registered that she was cooking food for a hungover stranger.]

You don't have to answer, but can ah ask what you are?

[There's only genuine curiosity, and a tone of understanding. She's different herself, but aside from the shock of white in her hair, Rogue's very normal human passing.]

[mayberaven]

[As hyper-keen as Fjord is to the tone such questions are asked with, there's a faint ease of the set of shoulders as that same analysis didn't show anything other than curiosity, nothing negative to be found. Which... if she didn't know what he was, it was hardly surprising.]

Half-orc. Kinda sorry showin' of one, but- [A faint, dismissive shrug.]

[backwaterbelle]

[Rogue perks, clearly intrigued at the mention of 'orc', half or otherwise, but her brows furrow before she can make any positive comments. Instead she points a spatula at him astonishingly.]

None of that. [She scolds, giving the kitchen utensil a bit of a flourish.] It don't matter what you are, just who you are as a person.

[mayberaven]

None of what?

[Did he even realize he'd added that little comment? Nope that was a thing so deeply internalized that it was entirely unconscious. Have fun with that Rogue!]

[backwaterbelle]

Self-deprecating talk.

[She lifts an eyebrow and cocks her head slightly. Ignore the fact that she should be better about taking her own advice on that, but they're not talking about her.]

[mayberaven]

Hm?

[It genuinely takes him a moment, blinking as he plays back what he said, brows furrowing lightly.]

Ain't self-depreciatin' or anything. Just truth. Here, lemme show you-

[It was simple enough to cast disguise self, tellingly not choosing to just cast an illusion of 'him, but looking like a half-orc normally would' but choosing the appearance of another half-orc he'd seen a few times in his life, at least enough to have a good handle on his appearance. Definitely taller, stronger, broader in frame than Fjord was, with an impressive set of tusks that Rogue would surely not recall seeing any sign of in the half-orc normally. A gesture with a wider, work-calloused hand to illustrate.]

Most normally look somethin' like this.

[backwaterbelle]

[Rogue is unphased by the justification, though she does make note of the fact that he can create illusions. He's not in her mind, which she's glad for as he hadn't asked permission to knock around in there, even for show and tell.]

Okay. So what? That's called genetic variation and it don't mean you're a sorry sort.

[There's a beat where she takes the bacon off to keep it from over cooking. Quickly cracking some eggs into the pan and putting a lid over them to steam them sunny side up.]

Do you have...? [She taps her lower lip, mouth slightly open to indicate his tusks, or whatever they're called.]