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[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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[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.

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.

[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?

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.

[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.]

[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.

[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?

[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.]

[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?

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.

[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.]

[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?

[A nod.]

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

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

[He brightens, flashing a toothy grin.]

Ok. You firtht.

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

Very well then.

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

[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.]

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

[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.]

[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?

I like...

[He trails off. Really, while he's been here, he's just been eating bits and pieces of things now and then when he feels hungry, not really paying attention to what he's eating. Standing in the elevator, he lifts his eyes to the ceiling and cocks his head.]

I just like thhit I can eat.

I suppose that's reasonable.

[With how many sweeps he's lived, Darkleer has run into more than his fair share of bottomless stomaches and dead tastebuds.]

Perhaps you can come have dinner at my hive, then. I'm sure Gamzee and Equius wouldn't mind your company.

[Well Equius a little, but Gamzee not so much.]

[Unfortunately, for a long time, Mituna's actually been dead. He is finding things he likes, but it's a learning process. He's having to figure a lot of things out all over again.]

Equ-.. [He falters over the name, pressing his lips together.] Ekh-ui-uth.

[He's trying so hard with those damn teeth.]

Equius, that's right. You know, perhaps you two could talk about spaceships and such things.

[His son be willing, anyway. Maybe this will be a good exercise in patience for him.]

[Could be. Patience is required to converse with someone like Mituna.]

Like the oneth in your book?

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