Swearing was a universal language that even small dogs could understand, so Mikodez refrained, sliding up front to the tapestry instead. Ducking Ashari every time after their drink session the first day kept him from having to invent more plausible family details, and foxes willing, there would be less time on Station Moongray for enthrallment-backed Rahal interrogations, but really, how much youthful incompetence did he have to feign before they’d ask him to stay behind, like Iawa? He had already sliced up two fingers while sculpting lotus shot glasses from a sack of red onions, which he had paired with starbloom cordial. If only he hadn’t maintained that this was the actual winning combination in the Great Crescendo March Mix-off.
He needed another plan for sneaking away, unless he could manage it before the Wasp reached the station. Almost idly, he reaches a hand out to pluck at the edge of the fabric. There were a few ways to handle Andan. Withholding the adulation their egos craved annoyed them, but it also meant that they might refuse to move on until you appreciated them sufficiently, and maneuvering them just shy of the line of enthrallment was fun, if slow. Ooh and ahh enough and they would think you sufficiently pliable to proceed with their agenda, which could be inconvenient, but if he couldn’t stay behind with Iawa, then he had to stay with the project. Then he could wait until Ashari went to hobnob with the Nirai administrator and go exploring solo.
“Ashari, how did you get the color to project like this? I almost missed the repeats until I moved my head.” Mikodez moves to take an image on his tablet, but stops after five pictures. He looks up, bright eyed, like this was enough to distract him from the mission ahead. “And, can I stay with it when we’re bringing it over later? It doesn’t work as well on camera.”
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Re: COVER STORIES - Ashari's ideas
Date: 2017-07-24 08:02 am (UTC)He needed another plan for sneaking away, unless he could manage it before the Wasp reached the station. Almost idly, he reaches a hand out to pluck at the edge of the fabric. There were a few ways to handle Andan. Withholding the adulation their egos craved annoyed them, but it also meant that they might refuse to move on until you appreciated them sufficiently, and maneuvering them just shy of the line of enthrallment was fun, if slow. Ooh and ahh enough and they would think you sufficiently pliable to proceed with their agenda, which could be inconvenient, but if he couldn’t stay behind with Iawa, then he had to stay with the project. Then he could wait until Ashari went to hobnob with the Nirai administrator and go exploring solo.
“Ashari, how did you get the color to project like this? I almost missed the repeats until I moved my head.” Mikodez moves to take an image on his tablet, but stops after five pictures. He looks up, bright eyed, like this was enough to distract him from the mission ahead. “And, can I stay with it when we’re bringing it over later? It doesn’t work as well on camera.”