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[helmetdoesnothing]

[When the video flickers on, it's set next to one bare grey foot. There's a voice quietly humming, and a shift knocks the SFC to give a better view.

Mituna's sitting on one of the steeper parts of the island's coast, holding a large conch shell to his ear as he hums along to the tune he can hear inside it. He's looking out over the sea, eyes fixed on the horizon, the blustery wind whipping his hair up.

The tide is coming in, just visible in the corner of the video, but if he thinks that's a problem, he's not moving. It's just as likely that he hasn't actually noticed.]

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Would you like me to come up with a jacket or something? Maybe we could watch the tide come in together.

[There, simple and casual. Probably. What even was casual?]

[helmetdoesnothing]

[If he was thinking about it he'd probably be something like impressed with how casual Darkleer was being.

Remember, the only troll he has for comparison is Horuss.

Mituna nods. He is pretty cold.]

Ok. I'll wait here.

[aim_exorable]

[Sob, Horuss, he just... don't tell him about Horuss okay.]

Alright, I'll be up soon.

[And off he goes! Funny how quick you can be when you have long STRONG strides. Soon enough, he's up on the island and quickly searching for Mituna in hopes that the tide hasn't swallowed him up yet. There's a large but plainblack jacket in his arms that should hopefully be plenty warm.]

[helmetdoesnothing]

[That's okay Mituna thinks he's creepy too.. and that's coming from Mituna.

In the time it took Darkleer to get up there, someone else has evidently persuaded Mituna to move - or he moved under his own realisation that getting wet isn't something he wants to happen. The young troll has scrabbled his way back up the cliffside and is now picking at small shreds of bloody skin on his palms where the rocks cut into his hands.]

[aim_exorable]

[Oh dear.]

Mituna?

[After announcing his presence, he ventures closer to him and leans down to inspect the damage.]

Would you like me to take care of that? It looks a little painful.

[helmetdoesnothing]

[The yellowblood leans away a bit, but holds his hands up so Darkleer can inspect them. It's not too bad, just some scrapes lightly beading with blood.]

I'm ok.

[aim_exorable]

If you're certain. We should go clean it up down in the city to make sure it doesn't get infected... Unless you really don't want to leave here, I suppose.

[helmetdoesnothing]

[He frowns, flexing his fingers and looking at the shallow scrapes.]

Infected? [A dubious look.] They're not that ffh-fucking bad. [Pause...] Are they?

[aim_exorable]

When the skin is broken, you can never be too careful, really. They're shallow enough that you won't die if you don't clean it- [Probably.] -but I always think it's better safe then sorry.

I have a device that can clean it up here, if you like.

[helmetdoesnothing]

[You're weird, for a troll, do you know that, Darkleer? Not in the Horuss 'wow what a fffhucking freak' kind of way but he's spent so much time around a group of trolls mostly comprised of total jerks that he's not used to someone being so pleasant.

Just in case you were wondering why he keeps giving you funny looks.]

What ff-fucking devithe ith that?

[Squint. Suspicious faces.]

[aim_exorable]

[Darkleer is used to funny looks, and for worse reasons! So he'll deal alright with this. Besides, when you've spent so many years alone in a cave with only a spider pirate who loves fucking with your head, you start to practice being pleasant just in case you get into any other troll- or alien- contact.]

[Besides, now he's raising kids and is dating a rebel leader. He's mellowed from his executioner days.]

It's called an omni-tool. It accelerates healing.

[He activates it from its place on its wrist, and the glowing blue shape of it forms over his wrist.]

Among other things, like hack into computers.

[helmetdoesnothing]

[Mituna shifts back a bit, but he's curious, and he reaches one hand out to touch the blue glow. It's not like anything he's every seen - at least, he thinks it isn't - and that's all at once worrying and interesting.

He holds his hands out, though, because they do sting.]

Wowah. How doeth it do all that thhit?

[aim_exorable]

[The glow is a bit static like, but nothing that's really actively painful. With Mituna holding his hands out, Darkleer gets to work. Well, he really just has to hold the omnitool over Mituna's hands. He might feel a bit of wetness against his scrapes before it starts to dry, and a warm tickling feeling spreads as his skin reknits itself.]

Well, it's really rather interesting. You see...

[And then he starts to explain, doing his best to keep it as simple as possible. Of course, it's still highly advanced technology, so, well, it can't be helped.]

[helmetdoesnothing]

[Mituna wrinkles his nose at the prickling feeling, but doesn't move his hands away, just wriggles his fingers. He's not really listening to the explanation and probably wouldn't understand most of it if he was.

His attention snaps back in about half way through the talking.]

... the fh-fuck are you thaying?

[aim_exorable]

Ah, was I going too fast?

[The form of light flickers away, leaving just the metal on his wrist.]

I was trying to explain how everything worked, but perhaps that was too much. I have a tendency to get too involved with discussing technology.

[helmetdoesnothing]

[Reminds him of someone. He sniggers slightly, but doesn't offer any explanation as to why.]

'th ok buddy.

[He pulls his hands back and flexes his fingers, looking pleased with the result.]

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[Darkleer doesn't ask. He has already learned that yellowbloods are pretty weird in their own right so, whatever.]

If you say so. Feel better, then?

[helmetdoesnothing]

[A nod.]

Yeth. [He looks off at the horizon for a moment, before announcing-] I'm cold.

[aim_exorable]

Why don't we go down and get some hot chocolate, then? That should warm you up.

[helmetdoesnothing]

[He brightens, flashing a toothy grin.]

Ok. You firtht.

[If only because he's a little lost.]

[aim_exorable]

Very well then.

[Pushing himself up, he turns back the way he came from. Good thing Darkleer doesn't get lost easy.]

[helmetdoesnothing]

[He scrambles up to follow, trotting along by Darkleer's side. Mituna's co-ordination isn't great, and he bumps into the older troll's arm more than once.]

[aim_exorable]

[Darkleer doesn't mind. With each bump, he just nonchalantly steadies Mituna again. And again.]

[helmetdoesnothing]

[He finds his footing after being righted a few times, and manages to walk in a (somewhat) straight line to the elevator.

You're so good to be this patient with him, Darkleer.]

[aim_exorable]

[As they slip into the elevator, Darkleer looks over Mituna one more time just to make sure he's alright before he starts conversation.]

What sort of food do you like, then, Mituna?