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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.]

Comments

[aim_exorable]

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.]

[helmetdoesnothing]

[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.]

[aim_exorable]

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.]

[helmetdoesnothing]

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

Like the oneth in your book?