On questionable mun decisions and needing help

[dontmindthemouse]

[this is the most unimpressed face, mundane.]


[the most unimpressed face, and you share a headspace with him so you can't even ignore that nagging little consciousness in the back of it telling you that this is ridiculous, you're ridiculous, and that if you really mean to be this level of unnecessarily cruel to him then you can at least get on with it and stop hiding.]

...

[so no, nothing needs to be said here. just get your shit together and move.]

 

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[dicksinspace]

Trouble with the misses, myshonok?

[dontmindthemouse]

[snerk. You just called his mundane a woman; not entirely accurate, but with the way he's behaving right now? Oh yeah.

Still, it nets a one-shouldered shrug and a headshake, if not a little smirk that says there's more to it than that.]

[dicksinspace]

[ Misses is a gender-neutral term for Cain. As most things are. ]

Still playing the quiet game, huh?

Here, let me guess, mun's thinking of tossing you somewhere you don't want to be right?

[dontmindthemouse]

[A curt nod, and arms cross before he jerks his chin over in the direction of daedalus_ipc. Read if you want, but he's eyeing the game with a measure of distaste already.

Really, you should see the canon point he means to take him from.]

[dicksinspace]

[ Silence, followed by a loud snort. Really, ]

Shit, that sounds like a real party, doesn't it? Glad my mun hasn't decided to throw me over there yet.

[ Yet. but now that she's seen it -- ]

Y'think he's gonna go through with it?

[dontmindthemouse]

[The cluck of his tongue and a slower nod this time. Mun's really into the idea.

But, he's going to close his eyes and give a long sigh, one that makes his shoulders rise and fall. If it comes to it, he'll take every advantage he has...even if he's going to miss the weight of his knives, for a while.]

[dicksinspace]

[ Something rumbles in the back of his throat - a growl, maybe, or just a contemplative noise. It's hard to tell. ]

So what're you goin' in for, if you end up there?

[dontmindthemouse]

[It's so full of shit, he thinks, but he's heard what he's heard. Which isn't all that much, granted.

When he opens his eyes again it's just a steady gaze that falls on Cain, kinda bored looking and not really revealing much. Then he draws a short line across his throat, swift and decisive like a cut, and shrugs again. Cain can take what he wants from that; make his own assumptions or ask more, whatever he feels like.

Deimos is still blaming him, anyway.]

[dicksinspace]

Gotta keep an eye out for the quiet ones. [ He smirks, almost like he's proud of whatever it is that Deimos did. ]

Try not to get bitten, myshonok, I won't be there to watch your ass. Not unless my mun decides to put some serious effort in.

[dontmindthemouse]

[If you say so; technically he hasn't done it yet, so fuck all of this. If Cain's confident that the shit's not gonna hit the fan (or at least that he'll be fine when it does), though, that brings him a bit of comfort. Enough that he makes a small, contented hum of agreement in the back of his throat - barely audible, if that.

He's got more than a little bite, himself. But all the same he thinks that if he's stuck there, Cain should be too. Selfish thought.]

[dicksinspace]

[ Cain is fairly confident Deimos can handle himself when it comes down to it. Not as well as most fighters, probably, but he's capable. He has to be, Cain can't come save his ass every two seconds. ]

Got nothing to say about that, huh? [ He's egging him on now. Come on, cutie, you can talk a little. ]

[dontmindthemouse]

[Tch. Be honest, Cain. Would you even let him near you if he couldn't hold his own when it mattered? He knows where to pick his battles.

And you've never been one of them. So he'll roll his shoulders back and the corner of his lips will tick up into a sharp almost-smile...but all you get is another small headshake. He knows you're no bleeding heart; try a bit harder.]

[dicksinspace]

[ No. No he would not.

He folds his arms over his chest, bending at the waist so he's eye-level with Deimos instead. He decides then not to say anything, because, you know, why the fuck should he? He probably won't last long though, he's really bad at the quiet game. ]

[dontmindthemouse]

[See, now you're just teasing him.

But, hey. With all the crazy-ass aliens with psycho powers that are probably in there? (Or will be.) He's thinking you'd end up getting your ass kicked before he did, Cain. See him doubting you?

'Cause he is.]

[dicksinspace]

T'ch, [ He clicks his tongue irritably, lips curved into a small sneer as he notes the look on the other man's face. You little shit-- ]

The fuck is that look about? [ He reaches out, index finger pressed into Deimos' chest to give him a little shove. ]

[dontmindthemouse]

[And somehow part of that catches him by surprise even though he swears he saw it coming. So maybe he doesn't back out of the way quite fast enough to completely ignore the push, but it doesn't throw him off either.

...Giving Cain something of a decent answer is probably a better idea than nothing right now, anyway. Even though putting it to voice (even one as broken as his) makes everything behind it that much more substantial than a few vague gestures.]

...Easier to be invisible [just a mouse] with you around.

[Enjoy the double-edged compliment, Cain.]

[dicksinspace]

[ As soon as Deimos' mouth opens, Cain leans in closer - knowing he's going to have to pay extra attention to actually hear what the other fighter is saying. ]

Heh. [ It's a humourless laugh that follows. ] Can't be invisible forever, can you? [ He leans back, sighing somewhat dramatically through his nose, ]

If my mun has any brains in her, she won't send me there, so you're on your own for a while. Until then... [ Smirk. Good luck. ]

[thenavigator]

[ Don't mind him, he's just looking over at the black clothes briefly wondering who you've been paired with. ]

[dontmindthemouse]

[Is this going to be one of those moments where they gaze into each other's eyes in silence and somewhere the situation turns from awkward to slightly erotic?

Prooobably not. Unless you're into that. At any rate, Deimos looks a tinge bored and is studying this Abel with the same measure of appraisal - new Abel, or tricky mundane? Hard to say.]

[thenavigator]

[ He'd say no but he once caught one of you jerking off in a plane. So lord knows what will happen. Cain has sort of set a certain example about the boys in black. So slightly erotic is always possible.

He can tell he's being looked at and the blond just stares over at the other.]

...What?

[dontmindthemouse]

[Nothing. That's what the headshake and the cocky smirk say; nothing at all. So this is a different Abel. How charming.]

[thenavigator]

[ Abel is just going to shift in his spot again, before glancing away and rolling his eyes. God. They were all like Cain. Cocky and... whatever. ]

[dontmindthemouse]

[Don't be like that. Cain would have said something stupid by now, right? Sometimes the best thing about Deimos is his silence.

Granted, it's also fairly creepy.]

[thenavigator]

[ Cain would have said something to make him blush and than properly done some lewd sexual thing. So. You know, at least he's different.

Creepy different.]