[Ah, Noctis isn't twitchy or anxious (at the moment), but the same awkwardness lies there. That gentle vacillating on not knowing what to say, when the answer is obvious in his mind: sure, he wouldn't mind. Why not? There's not much fun to be had on these missions nowadays, so why not indulge oneself? Even if it was basketweaving.
When he was twenty, this hesitation might've lasted longer. Ten years later, and he's at least gathered up the confidence to push himself forward just a little faster. And so:]
(Yeah, sure. My basket's gonna look really sad, just so you know ahead of time.)
[ It makes Elliot smile, too — and send something wordless, more like a mental shrug. It's not like he has much in the way of craft skills. ]
Just give it to one of the aliens, they'll probably think it's cool.
[ Or it will be the equivalent of an unwanted Christmas gift, thoughtful but doomed to live its life in an attic...
Anyway, it's cool, to have that brief measure of acceptance. Rewarding when this kind of reach out isn't something he would usually do — not in a world with the internet to keep him entertained. ]
[ Is his deeply deadpan response to that suggested time. But he's assenting — there's really not a lot for them to do here, considering socializing and activities aren't really his thing. If he has to participate... then it's gonna be like this, on his terms, with someone he doesn't actively find obnoxious. ]
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somnifacient) wrote2017-03-25 01:39 am
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( You doing any of this arts and crafts shit. )
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(Uh... not really. I mean, unless fishing counts.)
[Fishing isn't arts and crafts, Noctis.]
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[But maybe that's just because alien things, by nature, are immensely more intriguing by default.]
(What about you? Do any... arts and crafting?)
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[ And with a twitchy kind of anxiousness that stems from not really being sure how to make friends; ]
( I thought maybe we could hang out and do something. Basket weaving. Making friendship bracelets. Whatever, man. )
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When he was twenty, this hesitation might've lasted longer. Ten years later, and he's at least gathered up the confidence to push himself forward just a little faster. And so:]
(Yeah, sure. My basket's gonna look really sad, just so you know ahead of time.)
[At least there's a smile in there.]
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Just give it to one of the aliens, they'll probably think it's cool.
[ Or it will be the equivalent of an unwanted Christmas gift, thoughtful but doomed to live its life in an attic...
Anyway, it's cool, to have that brief measure of acceptance. Rewarding when this kind of reach out isn't something he would usually do — not in a world with the internet to keep him entertained. ]
Baskets it is, then.
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(Yeah? I hope so.)
[He sets a time and a place in his mind, transmitting it to Eliot. A question, wondering if that'll be fine.]
(Baskets. I'm becoming more well-rounded by the day. Soon I'll even be able to knit.)
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[ Is his deeply deadpan response to that suggested time. But he's assenting — there's really not a lot for them to do here, considering socializing and activities aren't really his thing. If he has to participate... then it's gonna be like this, on his terms, with someone he doesn't actively find obnoxious. ]
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[Deadpan right back, but there's nothing condescending about it. Just that inflection of Noctis' smile, keen behind each word.]
(Wanna try today or are you busy?)
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(( ps we can handwave this if you want because whoa nelly is this backdated, thanks for bearing with me. ))
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(Then let's do it. I'll meet you down at basketweaving-central.)