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Texts From Last Night
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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.
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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.
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[A faint, amused chuckle slips out.]
Which way's the bathroom? Figure you'll wanna get those two settled before they riot, yeah?
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[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.]
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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.
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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?
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[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.
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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?
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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.
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Ah can whip that up for you right quick. How do you like your eggs?
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Fried's good. [Just gonna post up near the counter for the moment so they can keep chatting while Rogue's doing her thing.]
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[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.]
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The pukey cat took precedence before this.]
Fjord. [A faint smile and a nod.] Good to meet ya.
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[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.]
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Half-orc. Kinda sorry showin' of one, but- [A faint, dismissive shrug.]
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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.
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[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!]
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[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.]
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[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.
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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.]
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[A faint shrug as he lets the illusion drop, though there's a faint darkening at the tips of his ears at the question that follows. His own damn fault for not curating the illusion for that, but he was still rather unused to people not knowing stuff like this.]
Nah. Suppose there wasn't enough orc in the mix or somethin' like that. [That sounded reasonable enough, right?
Roll insight, Rogue! Surely you could beat a 10!]when you roll a nat 20 sorry fjord
[It's the embarrassment that gives it away, the fact that it looks as though her question catches him off guard. She stares at him with a look that reverberates "bitch stop lying to me" and puts the hand not holding the utensil on her hip.]
But you got all the other orc traits? Like your lovely green skin an' stunnin' eyes?
[Unlike him, she's absolutely not lying. Green's her favorite color and she's always like pairing yellow with it.]
I mean this is what he deserves
He is going to however inwardly swear at himself for somehow not keeping a lid on his shit enough that she'd picked up on it. Clearly hung over him was not having a good day for pretending to be Fine.
And pay no attention to the person-equivalent of the 45-degree puppy headtilt as she's complimenting him, because what? That doesn't make sense that doesn't compute at all-]
Yes...? [Is this a trap? It feels like a trap.]
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Ah'm a mutant--a genetic variation of humans. Our mutations often give us abilities an' unique physical features. [The hand on her hip lifts to touch the shock of white in her hair.] Mah brother looks like a fuzzy blue elf, with a tail an' glowin' yellow eyes. He can teleport and is one of the best people an' fighters with a sword that ah know.
[Which should explain why she objectively finds him attractive, but she can see how deep his esteem issues run. It's something she's experienced and seen as a teacher at the mutant school.]
An' he's just an inch taller than me. [So, smaller than Fjord.
As though an internal timer goes off, Rogue turns off the stove and plates the eggs with the bacon, tugging a glove off to steal a piece before handing him the plate with her gloved hand. She pops the bacon in her mouth.]
So 'bout your... Teeth?
[Bet he thought she'd forgotten, huh?]
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[And from his tone as he speaks on these options, it's clear he doesn't hold nearly the same discomfort about the idea of them as he does himself. Everyone else was fine, it was just he himself that didn't measure up.
Whatever the case, he resists the urge to brush back his own witch's streak, not thinking about how he only had it after he got his weird new powers too. At least the description of her brother is a distraction from that.]
He sounds pretty cool. Can't say teleportin' isn't dead useful.
[The plate was accepted when it was offered, the half-orc murmuring a thanks. And thinking at first that he'd dodged the uncomfortable conversation, he was brought up short by her bringing it up again.
Damn!]
W-what about 'em? [When in doubt, play dumb! But the continued darker green along his ears hinted that he knew this was a weak attempt at diversion on his part.]
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