KURLOZ: =Carrying tablets in his arm and walks down the hall, taking these things to go scan so he can put into his electronic database. Boot-clicks= RUFIOH: =Sure hopes he is at the right place. This did seem pretty “labby” though. Rufioh is standing at the reception desk, looking windswept from his flight here. A stack of stapled together pieces of paper, some worn notebooks and a sketchpad under his arm. As nobody seems to be around, he leans against the counter. Fixing his hair with his free hand for a second before drumming it against his thigh.= RUFIOH: =Hears the boot clicks in the distance, his ears perking. Maybe it’s the receptionist coming? He moves from the desk to try and see the person that was producing the sound.= yooo… anybody around? hear somebody cl1ck-clack1ng. KURLOZ: =Hears the voice in the distance and glances at the stranger from down the hall. Lifts hand and waves. From all the way down here= :o) RUFIOH: =Oh nice! He grins cheerily and waves back at him. He doesn’t want to yell though, so he just briefly looks around then starts walking to the guy.= RUFIOH: hey man. sorry 1f 1’m l1ke… 1nterrupt1ng your bus1ness or whatever. RUFIOH: but 1 was gonna meet someone here? RUFIOH: to del1ver my stuff to? KURLOZ: =Stays right there as he approaches and keeps smiling. Only offers a shrug and tilts his head. He doesn’t know anything about this business. His gaze falls to the papers and notebooks and points to them= RUFIOH: =‘Kay. Silent type, that’s cool.= RUFIOH: =Follows the skelly troll’s gaze and perks.= oh, r1ght. should probably have descr1bed sh1t a l1ttle better, hah… RUFIOH: =Pulls out one of the notebooks from under his arm and opens it with a flick of the wrist. It opens at a random page, this having sketches of a big turtle that had crystal sprouting from it’s shell.= 1t’s just a lotta my draw1ngs and junk, you d1g? RUFIOH: travel all k1nds of places and see all th1s d1fferent dope sh1t… sc1ence gangstas usually want1ng 1t for the1r stuff. RUFIOH: wh1ch 1s why 1’m here. KURLOZ: =Animal science, research scientist, field researcher. Hm. Nothing he’s particularly interested in but even if his interest is lost he doesn’t stop smiling though it doesn’t go up to his eyes. Nods and taps chin…. where oh where could he be directed= KURLOZ: =Gestures back the way he came and walks back to the front desk= RUFIOH: =Carefree smiling all the way, holding the book open patiently while it’s inspected. Then perks at the nod and following gestures.= oh. so you know where 1 need to be at? haha… n1ce. show the way dude… RUFIOH: =Follows.= r1ght… yeah. 1’m ruf1oh, by the way. probably should have sa1d that from the get go. KURLOZ: =Once at the desk he puts his tablets down and rifles freely through the shelves and drawers, looking up to Rufioh to spell out his name in sign language but that’s only if he understands, If not then whoops!= <KURLOZ.> RUFIOH: =Looks at the hand flapping and understands exactly 0 things. Slowly looks back up at the troll, smiling crooked.= sorry man… 1 don’t really have my pan wrapped around that stuff… RUFIOH: really only know th1s one. =Puts his free hand up in a V for victory.= KURLOZ: =Unamused and nods. Anyhow from the desk he pulls a piece of paper and a pen to kind of “map” Rufioh to the correct department. Probably. Hands him the paper= KURLOZ: =Thumbs up pretty boy. There you go, somewhat vague directions to probably where you want to go= RUFIOH: =Oh! Leans over the desk with interest watching him draw out the place. Grins at the thumbs up.= bangarang! =Thumbs up in return.= RUFIOH: m1ght wanna s1gn your handiwork though… l1ke dude. th1s a sweet map. KURLOZ: =Lifts hand and shakes his head, no need. Points to the wall at an actual factual map of the area. The line he drew only correlates with that= RUFIOH: =Looks towards the actual map, then back to Skelly man.= well. 1f not for s1gn1ng the map… then l1ke. RUFIOH: for g1v1ng a guy someth1ng to call you? KURLOZ: =That’s a better request so he does write out his name. Beautifully calligraphed in caps= [KURLOZ] RUFIOH: =Peeps him writing it out.= RUFIOH: daaaaammn… RUFIOH: you got some leg1t sk1lls, yo… bet you can use those hands for all k1nds of cool sh1t. KURLOZ: :o) KURLOZ: =thumbs up and nods, he sure can= RUFIOH: heh. }:) RUFIOH: =Thumbs up back at Kurloz.= cool man. RUFIOH: thanks for the ass1st kurly… 1 apprec1ate 1t. KURLOZ: =Nods and picks up his tablets again= KURLOZ: =lifts his hand to wave at Rufioh and is going to boot-click his way back down the hallway= RUFIOH: r1ght, yeah… better get back to the mystery bus1ness, 1 can d1g 1t. RUFIOH: =Waves back at him.= thanks aga1n man… catch you on the fl1p. =Casually checks out the boots when he goes. They make good clickies.= KURLOZ: =These boots are made for walkin, and that’s just what they’ll do. One of these days– well. You know.=