Is he? [ Good for a laugh, that is. Even smiles are rare from Athos.
Sturmhond can’t help smiling himself, at the image. ] Well, don’t
tell him so. You’d probably offend him.
[ He wonders now what his friend thinks of her. Whether this is
something that would interest him. Perhaps he’ll ask; if there’s anyone who
deserves a bit of happiness, it’s Athos.
In the meantime, he pours warm water over the purple stain on Tess’
fingers. That doesn’t actually do a lot to remove it, which says good
things about its potential as a dye. The paintbombs might be potent,
though. He lets her go, and then stands up with a shake of his
head. ]
I don’t know, but we needn’t put them over the fire, anyway. They’ll take
boiling water, and now that we know this works, we might as well use it.
Does your rover have a kettle we can borrow?
[(OH GOD STURMHOND DON'T TELL HIM HE'LL NEVER FORGIVE HER)
She huffed, a small excuse for a laugh, but genuine enough. Offended seemed likely. Deeply wounded, maybe. He was a serious kind of man, at least from what she'd seen.]
I think that's advice I can take.
[There's a certain casualness to the way she lets him pour the water over her hand, barely paying attention as he does, rubs her fingers together distracted and flicks the water off when he lets her go. Like she's used to having other people do things for her without much in the way of thanks. Barely notices the stains, not the worst stuff she's had clinging to her skin.]
True enough. They might stain, hopefully they don't take it out of our paychecks. I got a coffee pot, which should work. Between that and a couple of buckets it seems like we can get a pretty good batch going.
[A few different colors, at least. Not like that was really what she'd been aiming for. Hopefully they all wouldn't stain as bad as the purple.]
If the others give up their colours so easily, we could have a good range. Time will tell if we've kept the glow.
[ But he hopes so. It would make for a colourful game, and they'd be able to play it safely during the dark hours here. That appeals to the side of him that's fond of aesthetics, but in truth, it's good for marksmanship, too. Their time on Macha has been proof enough that you don't always have to shoot in perfect conditions.
While she makes ready to go, he stands and moves over to where he stores the kindling for his fires. ]
I'll get some more heat started. By the time we're done, we should have enough molten metal to make the casings.
[ ooc: do you want to handwave the rest of this or keep going?? ]
Either way I guess they'll do. [But the slightly distant tone suggests she'd probably like the glow better, too.
No one was immune from cool factor.]
Sounds like a plan.
[There's a slight but noticeable hesitation before she continues] Thanks for the help.
[And then she's gone. Around to the front of the rover and out into camp. And she doesn't come back until she's got the things they needed, which she figures is enough time she could pretend she hadn't said thank you.]
((OOC: Seems like a good a place as any to stop :>))
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Is he? [ Good for a laugh, that is. Even smiles are rare from Athos. Sturmhond can’t help smiling himself, at the image. ] Well, don’t tell him so. You’d probably offend him.
[ He wonders now what his friend thinks of her. Whether this is something that would interest him. Perhaps he’ll ask; if there’s anyone who deserves a bit of happiness, it’s Athos.
In the meantime, he pours warm water over the purple stain on Tess’ fingers. That doesn’t actually do a lot to remove it, which says good things about its potential as a dye. The paintbombs might be potent, though. He lets her go, and then stands up with a shake of his head. ]
I don’t know, but we needn’t put them over the fire, anyway. They’ll take boiling water, and now that we know this works, we might as well use it. Does your rover have a kettle we can borrow?
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She huffed, a small excuse for a laugh, but genuine enough. Offended seemed likely. Deeply wounded, maybe. He was a serious kind of man, at least from what she'd seen.]
I think that's advice I can take.
[There's a certain casualness to the way she lets him pour the water over her hand, barely paying attention as he does, rubs her fingers together distracted and flicks the water off when he lets her go. Like she's used to having other people do things for her without much in the way of thanks. Barely notices the stains, not the worst stuff she's had clinging to her skin.]
True enough. They might stain, hopefully they don't take it out of our paychecks. I got a coffee pot, which should work. Between that and a couple of buckets it seems like we can get a pretty good batch going.
[A few different colors, at least. Not like that was really what she'd been aiming for. Hopefully they all wouldn't stain as bad as the purple.]
Just a sec, I'll run over and grab them.
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[ But he hopes so. It would make for a colourful game, and they'd be able to play it safely during the dark hours here. That appeals to the side of him that's fond of aesthetics, but in truth, it's good for marksmanship, too. Their time on Macha has been proof enough that you don't always have to shoot in perfect conditions.
While she makes ready to go, he stands and moves over to where he stores the kindling for his fires. ]
I'll get some more heat started. By the time we're done, we should have enough molten metal to make the casings.
[ ooc: do you want to handwave the rest of this or keep going?? ]
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No one was immune from cool factor.]
Sounds like a plan.
[There's a slight but noticeable hesitation before she continues] Thanks for the help.
[And then she's gone. Around to the front of the rover and out into camp. And she doesn't come back until she's got the things they needed, which she figures is enough time she could pretend she hadn't said thank you.]
((OOC: Seems like a good a place as any to stop :>))