promuseboxing | Eos 10 open post

[ Continued from here. ]

[ He maybe manages to get another hour of sleep before he enters Eos 10 airspace and had to start paying attention again. He's still got to spoof some clearances and some IDs to get on board after all, and wouldn't it be a sorry state of affairs if he got pinched for being too tired to remember his current fake name. Once he's all squared away he heads for his cargo bay and sends a quick text to Ryan. ]

Just got in if you still feel like visiting.

[ The cargo bay isn't much better than the last time Ryan had visited but there had been a few improvements to make it a bit more homey. Things like the couch he's currently sprawled out on, trying to ignore the ache of the other injuries he'd gotten on his little field trip. It isn't anything deadly, though the ring of bruises around his throat and the throb of his probably broken ribs will likely piss the doctor off anyways. ]

Edited 2016-04-03 18:03 (UTC)

[where did you even get a couch Akmazian does Leon's do space deliveries.

The text rouses Ryan from a semi-nap he was in (what he takes advantage of his days off). But he did promise to get the guy food, and maybe there IS a little less than altruistic bent to this all. The food MAAAAAAAY just be a little bit of an excuse to check in on him and make sure Akmazian isn't more injured that he says he is.

Ryan isn't exactly sure when he got this invested, when Akmazian turned from a thorn in his side to someone he worries about when he comes back from journeys later than he said he would. Something to look into later.

Right now Ryan is just going down to the food court and loading up on take-out containers (he has no idea what Akmazian eat after all) and firing a text back.]

on my way. don't die before I get there. I'm bringing chow mein.

[He shows up about half an hour later, loaded down with cartons and looking are perturbed as he usually does. Did you miss him?]

You still have a rat problem, you know.

[ He got it the same way he got all his possessions, by doing crime. It's a completely legitimate method of acquiring furniture. And kittens. Not that there's usually much of a demand for black market felines.

His proximity sensors warn him when Ryan is getting close to the cargo bay, it gives him enough time to get upright even though his ribs start kicking up a ruckus about the whole idea. Too bad they don't get a vote in the whole matter, especially when he doesn't want to get a lecture from the good doctor. He even manages to get to his feet without more than a wince small enough that Ryan might miss it if he's lucky.

Not that Akamazian has ever considered himself lucky. Not since he was framed for a genocide that never happened. ]

They were here first, it's not my business to kick them out as long as they don't go bothering me. Plus have you seen those things? They're about as big as a dog.

[ Though really he can't help looking like a few miles of bad road between the bruises and the split lip he neglected to mention on text Akmazian can't help reaching for the food. ]

I also got this problem where the medical staff keep showing up in my den of inequity but that one I don't mind so much.

Yeah, I hear those guys and spreading, you should put up some traps or something.

[Ryan frowns as soon as he sees Akmazian - yeah it's pretty obvious things went a lot worse than the other man wants to tell him. He did bring his med kit just in case, he's starting to understand how this goes, asshole.

He holds the food cases out of the way at the last minute, and don't think you can hide the ribs bruising now he happens to be a professional okay.]

You're hurt.

[And YES he's going to sounds pissed off about that, just watch him.]

Oh come on, doc. It ain't that bad.

[ Though that depends on your definition of bad. But it's nothing he can't handle himself, being on the run as a destroyer of worlds means you get a lot of first aid experience in. It was mostly out of necessity, when he had his lackeys crawling around the place it would have been a show of weakness to let them see him hurting.

Funny how criminals take advantage of stuff like that.

He reaches for the food again. ]

I'm also tired and I've got a gun kickin' around here somewhere so maybe don't withhold food from the wanted terrorist.

You're not a terrorist.

[It's a weird echo from not that long ago, Ryan knows as soon as the words come out of his mouth.]

I've also heard it's not a good idea to withhold injuries from your doctor. We have easy access to very sharp implements and could drug you unconscious if needed.

[ He can't help grinning at that. At least he's got someone believing the truth. One down, the rest of the alliance to go. ]

This ain't my first rodeo, it's nothing that won't be better with a few days of rest. Believe it or not I survived just fine before I met you.

[ But if Ryan is going to be difficult he's just going to sit back down on the couch. And if he's a bit ginger in his movements well... that's his own business. ]

You know, it's almost cute when you try to be all intimidating like that.

[He just glares extra hard at the 'cute' comment. Come on man, he knows he's short already, don't rub it in.

He drops the rest of the takeout cartons on the couch next to them and comes over to get a closer look at that split lip.]

Yeah well you don't have to anymore. I'm here, okay, why don't you just advantage of it.

I ain't dying, I just took a few knocks before I got the upper hand.

[ But contrary to his protests he sits still so Ryan can get a look at the damage. The lip looks worse than it is, thankfully. Though he's going to look rough for a few days.

Still, he can't complain about getting some up close attention from the doctor. Well he can, but mostly because he knows Ryan will fuss anyways. ]

A fella took exception to my stunning good looks, you know how it goes.

Yeah, yeah. One day your good luck is going to run out and you're actually going to get shot.

[No comment on Akmazian's looks, good or otherwise. He pulls some disinfectant out of his bag for the cut, anyway, given the places the guy hangs out he's fairly certain it hasn't been kept sterile.]

And don't think I didn't see you flinch before. What is it, bruised ribs?

You say that like it hasn't already happened before.

[ Not a good day, that.

He shrugs, being careful not to move too much so he doesn't set off his ribs hurting again. The whole trip was a fiasco, he'd almost rather be alone to kick his wounds privately. The lecture wasn't something he wanted. ]

Probably. I don't think I felt anything cracking.

[It's not a lecture, it's fussing. Get it right, man. Still, Ryan can tell a losing battle when he sees one. He's just going to help himself to the kung poa chicken and let this one slide. FOR NOW.]

Eat some food.

Yessir.

[ He's not about to argue with this particular order, not when his stomach has been turning itself inside out for the past couple hours. He takes the chow mein and digs in. With that particular need taken care of he looks at Ryan again. ]

...you don't need to worry about me so much. If I was really in need of medical attention I would'a told you. Barring the whole bomb collar thing this was your average meeting with bad men. I've seen a lot worse.

Has telling someone not to worry every actually worked before?

[Ryan looks up from his own food, giving Akmazian the eyebrow again.]

Look, whatever... this is? This... I dunno trying to overthrow a government conspiracy together or whatever it is? I'm gonna be invested, okay? And that includes worrying when you get the snot kicked out of you. Just, I dunno, deal with it.

It was worth a shot.

[ He shrugs and slouches down as much as his second ribs will allow. He knows a losing fight when he sees one, thankfully this is the sort that won't end with him being blown up. ]

Alright, if you insist. I do appreciate you checking up on me, I just thought I'd remind you that this will probably keep happening 'til we get to the bottom of this. It might save you some heartache.

You're saying you want me to leave you alone or something?

[Not that he... wants to be here all the time. Honestly.]

No that ain't it. I just-

[ He rubs his face, wishing for than anything that he'd gotten more than three hours of sleep in the last twenty-four. His head is all over the place. ]

I'm givin' you an out. I know if it weren't for me your dad would probably still be alive. So... if you don't wanna hear from me, all you gotta do is say the word. And I'll leave you be.

[ No matter how he feels about Ryan, he deserves the choice to say get the hell out of my life. ]

[Oh. well. That... changed the mood. Ryan takes a small breath in, suddenly a lot more interested in his shoes than anything else in the room. When he does speak, he's picking his words very carefully.]

You know I... I never blamed you, about my dad. Right? That was... that was their doing, whoever the hell this whole Galactic Federation thing is.

He... died trying to prove you were innocent, right? Or at least trying to prove I was wrong about you. Either way... I need to see this through.

Still, I'm sorry.

[ There's a level of tired where a man should stop talking and Akmazian is pretty sure he's hit it and then went barreling past it at top speed. He needs a rewind button or something so he can go back and not do this. ]

God, sorry I'm bein' such bad company.

Given the last few months, I think we're both allowed to be.

[Okay he's going to... Ryan feels the need to initiate some physical contact here. That's a thing he can do. Because he is a functioning adult and not an awkward weirdo. Yes.

Touching.

He only hesitates for a few minutes before deciding on a hand on Akmazian's leg. Nothing too forward, just... letting him know he's here. Not weird at all, right?]

[ He takes advantage of the quiet to eat more. If his mouth is full he can't make it any worse. In theory anyways. Quiet can be good after all.

Until there's a hand on his leg.

He can totally handle this like a mature adult. This isn't his first rodeo. No need to make it weird or anything. ]

I hope you ain't thinking about seducing me. I know I'm a catch and all, but I'm a little tired for all that.

[ Nailed it. ]

[So smooth. And okay, Ryan is taking his hand back, and looks down at the floor with a half-smile.]

Jane told me why you got me Morpheus, you know.

[ Of course she did. What happened to the sacred bond of secrecy between smuggler and client? ]

Because she appealed to the goodness of my heart?

[ Or more accurately, to the teenager with a crush part of his heart. ]

Yeah, that. And uh, something about putting in a good word for you or something.

[Yes the ground is so very interesting right now.]

I kinda had to ask after she spent, like, a week trying to drop into conversation what a dashing specimen of man you are. She's, uh, not exactly the most subtle.

I guess I should'a expected something like that after she tried to seduce me into it. The saucier tried, too.

[ He's paying very close attention to the walls, with the occasional glance at Ryan. ]

I was gonna do it anyway, since she said you were feeling so down. But I figured if she was willing to say something nice about me it couldn't hurt anything.

Levi tried to seduce you? That... I'm really glad I wasn't here to see that.

[He's already had to see Levi's weird junk more than he's ever wanted to. He risks glancing at Akmazian again, lets himself study the side of his face a little since the other man isn't looking back.]

Uh, thanks. For that. It really helped. It's nice coming home and, uh, having someone happy to see me.

I wish I didn't have to be there to see it. Both of them need a lesson in negotiation strategy.

[ Especially since seduction techniques only worked when you had something the other party wanted. There wasn't anything under Jane or Levi's jumpsuits he was all that interested in. ]

It wasn't that big a deal. I knew a guy who knew a lady who had a litter she was looking to put into good homes. She said Morpheus was the best of the bunch.

[Jesus, why the hell is he so nervous all of a sudden. It was only a few months ago he hated the guy, and now...

Come on get it together, Dalias, jeez. He leans back with a grown, drags both hands down his face, and fixes Akmazian with the best stare he can manage.]

So what exactly is this... thing? That's going on now? Between, you know, us? I mean? Cause I'm kind of goddamn lost about what you want from me, okay?

[ And now they're back in awkward territory. He sighs and rubs the back of his neck, trying to figure out the right thing to say that won't send Ryan running off in a panic. ]

Frankly, I don't know what it is, 'cause I don't know what you want. I think you're a good man, and good looking.

[ And it's already in the open that he's attracted to Ryan. ]

Right now I'd say we're friends. It doesn't gotta go any further than that if you aren't comfortable.

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