[EVENT] - Kharveryos

[zenderael_mods]

Who: Open
When: Friday/Saturday/Sunday, 4/1-4/3
Where: The Culture Center
Before/After: N/A
Warnings: Language. Violence, injury, combat. Cannibalism in 9pm thread.

[OOC post for this event is here]

Comments

[inchesofevil]

"Hah," Duncan shot back with a smug grin, as if Theresa's refusal was a personal victory. "See, not everyone is willing to put up with your shit."

[andlivefreely]

That only amused him further. "So? That just makes it more fun," he said, grinning broadly. Since when did Mal actually listen to someone who told him not to call them something?

Since never.

"Soooo should I leave you two alone now?" Mal asked, glancing between the two.

[deselfing]

That would be fine by her.

Hopefully her continued silence said as much.

[inchesofevil]

"Apparently, yes," he replied. It was a yes on his end too. Not that he disliked having Mal around, but he just didn't have the energy to keep it up right now.

[andlivefreely]

Mal let out a dramatic sigh, complete with the back of his hand touching his brow. "My friends. Don't even want me around." Sniff.

With a smirk, he grabbed up his cane. "Later, Chief. Dewey," he said, offering a wave as he started walking away, looking for either Gabe or a table to sit at to finish his sweets.

[deselfing]

She watched Mal off, frowning. Had he not heard her?

Another point in favour of not having friends, she supposed.

"Always?..." she asked Duncan. Was he always like that?

[inchesofevil]

He responded with a wave of his own and a brief, "Later."

When Theresa spoke he looked to her. It took him a second to puzzle out what her question meant. "Yeah, he's always like that. You get used to it."

[deselfing]

She gave him a blank look before her eyes followed Mal, sifting through the crowd again. Get used to it? She wasn't quite so sure she wanted to get used to it. No, she was actually rather sure she didn't want to.

But he didn't seem to mind... "...it's all right to you?"

[inchesofevil]

"In small doses," he replied, returning his focus to his gyro. Which was getting cold now thanks Mal.

[deselfing]

It was clear she didn't understand it, but she was not the type to criticize. She accepted that it was something he tolerated that she could not imagine tolerating herself and let the matter be. Besides, he was eating.

However, it seemed the moment had passed for conversation. Unless he asked her something, she herself had nothing more to say, and so she remained a silent presence beside him against the wall.