SF: *Hes outside, bundled up head to toe to keep him from feeling too much chill as he works on fixing up his small ship. Its already about 95% fixed after its crash a while back, hes really just doing tune ups to its systems in the open cockpit.*
FI: *¤t|en¤ has been ¤ut fly|ng h|mself, albe|t w|th¤ut a sh|p. Sp¤tt|ng Nell|e d¤wn bel¤w, t|nker|ng away w|th s¤meth|ng, he dec|des t¤ land... Desp|te h|s better judgement. He lands a b|t away, watch|ng what he's d¤|ng fr¤m afar. He's cur|¤us, alr|ght? 'S|des |t's n¤t l|ke he's g¤nna get sp¤tted.=
SF: *The chances of him being spotted are indeed pretty low, its not like Nellie could hear him, and he wasnt activily looking around to see if he was being watched. Nellie wipes some cold sweat off his forehead as he leans back in the pilots chair and away from the open control panel. Its break time.*
FI: *Well, |t's n¤t l|ke he |s g¤|ng t¤ ¤ut h|mself. St|ll, the sh|p l¤¤ks neat¤... Stands there watch|ng, tak|ng ¤ut h|s pack ¤f c|garettes t¤ get s¤me n|c¤t|n |nt¤ h|s system.*
SF: *That is Otieno's downfall, for you see a gust of wind comes by and carries the scent of smoke with it. And that is plenty enough to get Nellie looking around for the cause of the smell. He spots the brooding troll and a lazy grin stretches out on his face before he calls out to him with a waving hand.* YOOOOO CAS-PAR!!!!!
FI: *Hell¤ darkness my ¤ld fr|end... He's been sp¤tted. And that means he can't |gn¤re the hand waves and beck¤n|ng. He puts h|s cart¤n and l|ghter away at least, hands |n h|s c¤at p¤cket as he appr¤aches.* s¤me f¤rgetful m¤f¤ he be, t¤ keep ¤n f¤rgett|ng what name a br¤ther d¤th p¤ssess.
FI: what be the haps.
SF: *As he comes closer Nellie leans a bit so that his torso is braced up against the edge of the cockpit and his hands hang out to comunicate* <i know ur name guy its casper>
SF: <casper the unfriendly ghost lol OvO>
SF: <Hows it going guy>
FI: *Scrunches h|s n¤se just sl|ghtly f¤r a spl|t m¤ment, then he |s back t¤ the usual deadpan. S|gns back, s|nce that |s preferred by b¤th part|es.* <then assumpt|¤ns made |n t|me pass w|ll c¤me t¤ rema|n f¤r all t|me what c¤me.>
FI: <the g¤|ngs ¤ns are as happen|ng as ever were. g¤|ng as sh¤uld and shall, as dec|ded by f¤rces la|d ¤ut m¤re grand than y¤u ¤r | be.>
FI: <speak then, m¤le rat, ¤f y¤u ¤wn ranc|d self.>
SF: ........... <lmao dude wut> *He snrks. God for as hot as Oti was, the guy was sure one heck of a weirdo.*
FI: <never cease ¤n br|ng|ng a m¤f¤ amazement |n h¤w h|m m|nd layers add ¤n th|ck.>
FI: <sa|d h¤w | be, n¤w same asked ¤f y¤u, as c¤nversat|¤nals m¤st g¤.>
SF: <are you asking me whatsup?>
SF: <ill tell you anyways just in case>
SF: <im good spoopy broseph>
FI: *Guh........* <s¤ |t d¤ seem.>
FI: <w|th y¤u fevered t|nker|ng.>
SF: <heh eyup> *Loving pats the side of his ship's hull.* <this my bby>
FI: *Eyes the sh|p.* <s¤ |t be? g¤t a plan ¤n hav|ng h|mself a tr|p ¤n |n the ¤uter then?>
SF: <hell yee>
SF: <gotta test it in the sky first tho>
SF: <this baby got me all the way from lauctis before crappin out on me O^O>
FI: *¤ne eyebr¤w ra|ses ab¤ut half an |nch, |f n¤t less, bef¤re fall|ng back |nt¤ place.* <s¤me p¤werful baby |t be then. f¤rces unseen by the mere eye.>
FI: <pray ¤n h|m n¤t gett|ng m¤re craps t¤ h|m rec¤rd, when sk|es met ¤nce m¤re.>
SF: *He saw that brow twitch!! He knows you are impressed.* <yeah crashing again would not be fun>
SF: <i almost hit this one kid last time>
SF: <okay well you kno it wasnt even totally all that close to ALMOST>
SF: <i think his friend was over reactin>
SF: <how am i supposed to kno someone was in the tree i clipped>
FI: <m|ght want h|mself t¤ be |n the kn¤w ¤f them great |mp¤rts ¤f n¤t cl|pp|ng ¤r fl|pp|ng |n any th|ng at all be s¤l|d ¤r n¤ne.>
SF: <well buddy when the wing of ur ship goes flyin off you got limited choices>
SF: <it was gently brush tree>
SF: <or lake lmao>
FI: <then pray ¤n tree ¤f next a|n't f|ll w|th them l|ttle fra|l ¤nes.>
FI: <h¤w d¤ w|ngs fare |n the n¤w?>
SF: <will keep in mind lol> *He gives him a thumbs up.* <also the fare well dude>
SF: <got it real secure this time>
FI: *P|cks the c|garette fr¤m h|s l|ps s¤ that he can pr¤perly exhale the sm¤ke, star|ng up at Nell|e thr¤ugh the sm¤ke. ¤nce the c|garette |s back |n place, he l¤¤ks back d¤wn.* <best h|m see t¤ |t. elsew|se m|ght be f|nd|ng h|mself at the b¤tt¤m ¤f such tragedy, rather ¤n the t¤p.>
SF: *He shrugs.* <maybe who knos maybe im lucky Ov- >
SF: <also you only smoke cigs?>
FI: <mayhaps.> *N¤ react|¤n t¤ the w|nk whats¤ever. ¤ther than vague |nternal eugh n¤|ses. He takes an¤ther l¤ng drag.* <they g¤t all what | d¤ requ|re. assume h|m quest|¤n|ng mean he d¤ |ndulge |n s¤me ¤ther bus|ness.>
SF: <that is exactly wut im gettin at>
SF: <ive never gotten into puffing nicotin myself>
SF: <thought bout it before>
SF: <buuut i like baggies of hard core cilantro>
FI: *Eyes Nell|e sl¤wly, tak|ng h|s t|me |n nurs|ng h|s c|garette.* mh. <s¤ much d¤ fall |nt¤ place.> *N¤ w¤nder he had hard ¤f mem¤ry, |f he went sm¤k|ng every k|nd ¤f herb under the sun.*
SF: *Excuse his memory is fine, its just selective.* <always kinda liked the smell of cigs tho>
SF: <do u like the smell?> *Chinhands at.*
FI: *Bl¤ws sm¤ke up at h|m then. A puff that shapes a c|rcle, fl¤at|ng ¤n up just ar¤und Nell|e's face.* <w¤uld naught place any up¤n my b¤dy wh¤ have naught a sh|ne f¤r.>
FI: *That means yeah, |t's a|ght.*
SF: *He smiles and lets the ring hit him right in the face. Is this flirting? It could be.* <yeah like i kno they are supposed to be suuuuuuuuuper bad but>
SF: <dang if they aint soothing>
FI: *C¤uld be. C¤uld n¤t be. |t's a b¤ndaf|de mystery.* <m|ght|n put a h¤m|e r|ght ¤n d¤wn |nt¤ the sleep realm, at them rates.> *Bl¤ws a b|g c|rcle, then a smaller ¤ne that fl¤ats |nt¤ the ¤ther. Fuck|n sm¤ke tr|cks y¤, whaddup.*
SF: *Ahhh!! Smoke tricks are so cool, he loves them.* <duuuuuuuuude>
SF: <how many circles can you make>
SF: <Lets see it>
SF: *Okay hes officially climbing down and out of the ship, dropping himself back onto the grass beneath.*
FI: *Huffs ¤ut h|s n¤se, and when he d¤es that creates a waterfall effect ¤f sm¤ke ¤ut h|s n¤se and m¤uth.* <and what be there f¤r me? what tr|cks m|ght he be pull|ng |n turn f¤r m|ne eff¤rts?>
SF: *His grin gets stupid at the question.* <wut kind of tricks u lookin for eve>
FI: *Eyes h|m sl¤wly, then just bl¤ws a wh¤le l¤t ¤f sm¤ke r|ght |n h|s face.* <n¤ne what y¤u m|ght have ¤n ¤ffer.>
SF: *adefrgthy. He tried. Also this time he coughs a little with all the smoke, but he fans in some fresh air and hes good.* <awwwwwww>
FI: <|n t|me, mayhaps, a s|mple m¤le rat what y¤u be m|ght have crawl h|mself up |nt¤ the sun. where h|m gather an understand|ng ¤n h¤w engage |n such perf¤rmances.>
SF: <are we still talkin about smoke tricks cus if so>
SF: <i can already do some bruh i just dont got something to smoke on me>
FI: *Eyes h|m sl¤wly, s¤meth|ng dark st|rr|ng beh|nd h|s eye.* <mayhaps.>
FI: *Then takes ¤ut h|s pack ¤f c|garettes and h¤lds |t ¤ut t¤ Nell|e.*
SF: *He raises a brow at the Mayhaps, kind of curious as to what Oti could possibly mean this time in that cryptic way of speaking of his. But then hes being presented with the troll's packet of cigarettes and then the understanding connection is made.* Ohh. *Hm. Okay well. This was a nice offer. Sure, he knew how bad they could be for you, buuut one couldnt hurt too bad right? He's always wanted to try anyways.*
SF: <well smanks my bro> *He plucks one from the package and places the butt end between his lips while he digs in his pockets for his lighter. Hes going to be that cool kid.*
FI: *What d|d he mean |ndeed? Was |t ab¤ut the c|garettes, ¤r was |t s¤meth|ng else? Wh¤ kn¤ws... Well, he d¤es, but that |s h|s ¤wn pr|vate matter, n¤w |sn't |t? He places the pack back |n h|s p¤cket, watch|ng Nell|e |n s|lence. He |sn't ¤ne t¤ end¤rse bad hab|ts, but ¤ne c|garette d¤esn't d¤ much.*
SF: *He sure is wondering what he means. Oti is so mysterious... Anyways he brings out his lighter and holds the flame to one end while he sucks on the other to get it going. Oh right away there is the flavor of it, dang weed smoke and tabaco smoke were not comparable, but at least he wont cough and choke like a stereotypical newbie. He knows how to handle himself. And after a few moments of holding the drag he exhales and then takes another one so he can make a circle of gross ass chemical smoke.*
FI: *Watches h|m wh|le sm¤k|ng h|s ¤wn c|garette, and huffs a b|t at the tr|ck. Perhaps amused? Wh¤ kn¤ws.* <well h|m d¤ne d|d r|ght ¤n d¤ |t.>
SF: Heck yee I did it riiiight. *He grins again, biting back any reactions to how it makes his throat feel more scratchy then usual. Oti is impressed... maybe. Its a new reaction and hes not letting it go, watch how he lets the smoke float out of his mouth and he inhales it through his nose.*
FI: *A very def|n|te maybe. He |s a mystery wrapped |n an en|gma. He watches flatly wh|le Nell|e perf¤rms these sm¤ke tr|cks.* <supp¤se h|m want|ng s¤me grand applaudar|es f¤r h|m eff¤rts?>
SF: *He grins and lets the rest of the smoke leak out from between his teeth.* Yah, may-bee.
FI: *S¤ he f|gured. S|lently takes an¤ther drag, the last that th|s c|g has, then exhales. Th|s t|me |t |s n¤t a c|rcle that leaves h|s l|ps, and rather a heart. There y¤u g¤, y¤u desperate m¤le rat.*
SF: ....................... *He stares at the heart.* .........yooooooooOOOOOOOOOO!!
SF: *Quickly holds his own Cig between his teeth to excited sign.* <Bruh howd you DO THAT??? OvO>
FI: <f¤r me t¤ kn¤w and y¤u t¤ f|nd ¤n ¤ut.>
FI: <mayhaps a m¤f¤ just kn¤w h¤w t¤ be us|ng h|m m¤uth.>
SF: *...Fuck Oti why you gotta do this to him. His face gets a little bit flushed as his mind runs with that one.* Heheh.... <yeah u do im sure>
SF: <no but like seriously>
SF: <can u teach me>
FI: <a reward what br¤ther d¤ n¤t th|nk much seemly as ¤f the n¤w.>
FI: <all matter be ¤f that |n the mayhaps.>
SF: <how do we turn mayhaps into>
SF: <eff yeah nellie bruh let me show you>
FI: <¤nly h|m ¤wn pan at arsenal. f¤r y¤u t¤ f|gure ¤n ¤ut w|th y¤uself.>
FI: <¤r n¤t.>
FI: <as sa|d: all be |n the mayhaps.>
SF: <Waaaat not even a tip??>
FI: <n¤ne.> *Fl|cks the f|n|shed c|garette t¤ the gr¤und and crushes |t under h|s f¤¤t.*
SF: <laaaaame Q^Q> *Continues to smoke his.*
FI: <y¤u always turn ¤n them p¤utages when y¤u a|n't have y¤ur way?>
SF: <maybe>
SF: <is it working Q^Q Q^Q>
FI: <|n alls th|s uncerta|n harshness what we face ¤n the da|ly, can aff|rm |n the ¤ne s¤l|d certa|n...>
FI: <that |t a|n't.>
SF: ....aw. *He pouts for real now.*
FI: <yet d¤ pers|st. even when matter at hand be that ¤f the unchang|ng.>
SF: <thats cus ive got hope casper>
SF: <hope that one day u will like me>
FI: <w¤uld n¤t be c¤unt|ng ¤n h¤ld|ng m|ne breath.> *Stares c¤ldly, a fl|cker ¤f challenge.*
SF: <is that a challenge guy?> *His smile grows smug. Oh he can do this. Both the holding out on hope, and the holding of breath. He removes the cigarette from his mouth and takes a deep inhale that puffs up his cheeks and then holds that breath while giving Oti a thumbs up.*
FI: *..........Fuck|ng amaz|ng. He d|dn't mean t¤ l|terally d¤ |t. St|ll, perhaps he |s up t¤ the task then. He just stares, em¤t|¤nless.* <we w|ll see h¤w all g¤ d¤wn, as t|me d¤th pass, s¤ w|ll judgement.>
SF: <oti the ghost i am gonna do whatever it takes>
SF: <notice me b4 i die>
FI: <¤nce judgement falls, then we w|ll all be |n the f|rm kn¤w ¤f h¤w manner w|ll g¤ ¤n d¤wn. f¤r n¤w there are ¤nly farewells.> *Unfurls h|s w|ngs.*
SF: *He's still holding his breath, his face becoming more red-organge with each passing moment.* Mmph??
SF: *Watches as Oti's wings unfurl.* <wait u leaving guy>
FI: *G|ves h|m a l¤ng l¤¤k, then s|lently takes t¤ the a|r. D¤svedanya Nell|e.*
SF: *He watches him go, but doesnt start breathing again until he is sure hes gone. And then hes drawing in a HUGE gasp of air followed by heavy breathing to catch his breath.*
SF: *And then he probably finishes off the rest of the cigarette, trying to do that heart trick.*
