[Viktor is in charge of fireworks, of course he's coming to this hypothetical party; Palamedes will insist on his attendance at all Bunker Functions, regardless. Incense and fireworks, though - a very, hm, smoky affair in the future of the field? They can work it out.]
'Rowdy' is highly likely, in fact. I would mentally prepare for a long night.
[Assuming nobody's world ends over there in that house and prevents this party from happening— here's hoping. Anyway, Viktor, please? He hardly has enough thigh to wrap a holster around, let him rest.]
I'll send the beasts into fits of laughter; that will show them.
[Holsters and belts... can a man not dress like a big gray stick in peace? Viktor is so lucky he said this soft thing instead, or Palamedes would have a full presentation prepared in minutes for why he cannot wear a thigh holster or he will shrivel up at once. Which is to say, he might as well say it out loud:]
You really thought you were a hermit when you have rowdy fireworks parties in your lawn? [he can't help but tease just a little. all in all though he thinks he could look forward to this, and if not escaping to the lab is always an option. still, trying to socialize more on top of pal's reaction to fireworks for the first time will probably keep him there.]
It will give you more time to tase them. [a shrug.] Think of it this way, you can have pouches on the belt. More room for notepads.
[and stolen pens. he offers pal a smile back, isn't sure how to say something like even if he didn't owe pal many times over now he'd want to do this for him. that living outside of that expected give and take is terrifying but thrilling in turn.]
Thank you. [not exactly a speech but he has to glance away regardless.] I think I've kept you up long enough tonight though, between all the drama. I may head to the lab to get a start on this project. [and think about how one faces feelings. what to say, what to do.]
In my humble defense, I've never had a lawn before. [He's maintaining a hermit-action balance, truly. Rowdy fireworks parties are a distant possibility, not a guarantee.
Tempting him with notepads, though - devious. He scoffs, but-]
One pouch; I can't handle more than that.
[Neither can he control the flicker of open worry that crosses his face when Viktor wants to go out to the lab— sir? Right now? Well- this has been a fairly exhausting time, and he does understand the urge to go work on something even through tiredness to excise an unpleasant memory, which nearly turning to silver certainly is! Still. Hmm.]
If you're sure. [What does he say, 'come home if you feel silver'? That's too much.] Later— I'll check in. Just for my peace of mind.
A shame too, the Sixth sounds like it could use a rowdy party once and a while for... hm, enrichment? [keep the nerds entertained, give everyone something to talk about for a few months. ah well.
his expression softens a touch before he holds out a finger in indication to wait, leaning over for his bag and fishing out a key. he presents it with a quirk of his brow, just a typical key, maybe brass, fitting with the clunky look of his lab door.]
I finally had more made. For you, you are- of course you are welcome to come down whenever you wish. [and a little sheepishly he offers,] And I promise if I see anything like the mimic lurking you will be the first to know. As you said, a work in progress, yes?
A rousing good time watching the view screens, sure. [ha.] I'm calling it a learning experience; you wouldn't deny me that, would you?
[Learning about lawns and other worldly things, etc. Although, what's this- his brow furrows briefly, while Viktor digs in the bag, then- oh! Oh, a key of his very own at last, that is- a gesture, that both delights him (lab key! lab key!) and turns his insides to mush. Ah; a whole key...
He takes it, laying it flat on his palm and then sort of bouncing it once, twice, before closing his hand around it almost protectively. The last time he got his hands on a clunky key, it was terrible in every way - this is much improved.]
Thank you. For this, and for, you know. [letting him worry; he nods,] A work in progress. I'll see you when you get back.
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'Rowdy' is highly likely, in fact. I would mentally prepare for a long night.
[Assuming nobody's world ends over there in that house and prevents this party from happening— here's hoping. Anyway, Viktor, please? He hardly has enough thigh to wrap a holster around, let him rest.]
I'll send the beasts into fits of laughter; that will show them.
[Holsters and belts... can a man not dress like a big gray stick in peace? Viktor is so lucky he said this soft thing instead, or Palamedes would have a full presentation prepared in minutes for why he cannot wear a thigh holster or he will shrivel up at once. Which is to say, he might as well say it out loud:]
Alright— for you. I'd hate to make you worry.
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It will give you more time to tase them. [a shrug.] Think of it this way, you can have pouches on the belt. More room for notepads.
[and stolen pens. he offers pal a smile back, isn't sure how to say something like even if he didn't owe pal many times over now he'd want to do this for him. that living outside of that expected give and take is terrifying but thrilling in turn.]
Thank you. [not exactly a speech but he has to glance away regardless.] I think I've kept you up long enough tonight though, between all the drama. I may head to the lab to get a start on this project. [and think about how one faces feelings. what to say, what to do.]
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Tempting him with notepads, though - devious. He scoffs, but-]
One pouch; I can't handle more than that.
[Neither can he control the flicker of open worry that crosses his face when Viktor wants to go out to the lab— sir? Right now? Well- this has been a fairly exhausting time, and he does understand the urge to go work on something even through tiredness to excise an unpleasant memory, which nearly turning to silver certainly is! Still. Hmm.]
If you're sure. [What does he say, 'come home if you feel silver'? That's too much.] Later— I'll check in. Just for my peace of mind.
[Or: do not leave him on read again!!]
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his expression softens a touch before he holds out a finger in indication to wait, leaning over for his bag and fishing out a key. he presents it with a quirk of his brow, just a typical key, maybe brass, fitting with the clunky look of his lab door.]
I finally had more made. For you, you are- of course you are welcome to come down whenever you wish. [and a little sheepishly he offers,] And I promise if I see anything like the mimic lurking you will be the first to know. As you said, a work in progress, yes?
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[Learning about lawns and other worldly things, etc. Although, what's this- his brow furrows briefly, while Viktor digs in the bag, then- oh! Oh, a key of his very own at last, that is- a gesture, that both delights him (lab key! lab key!) and turns his insides to mush. Ah; a whole key...
He takes it, laying it flat on his palm and then sort of bouncing it once, twice, before closing his hand around it almost protectively. The last time he got his hands on a clunky key, it was terrible in every way - this is much improved.]
Thank you. For this, and for, you know. [letting him worry; he nods,] A work in progress. I'll see you when you get back.