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[littletonoidea]

"This is the audio log of Communications Officer Doug Eiffel of the-- previously of the U.S.S Hephaestus, leave a message and I'll see if I can bear to drag myself away from whatever utterly engaging task I must be doing to not notice my comms--"

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[littletonoidea]

[Eiffel's silence on that is damning.

His lips just press a bit as he turns his face away, and takes a long, quiet breath.

Eventually, he turns back to Roman, and the soft smile has managed to resurrect on his face.]

Come on. I still want you to meet her. We're just gonna have to do it the old fashioned way - horrible invasions of privacy and tape recordings!

[He pushes off the window, grabbing the ceiling instead.]

Follow me! And- try not to overthink the whole anti-gravity centipede dilemma, just pretend it's a horrible swim where kicking doesn't work.

[betacuck]

[ Roman desperately wants to pick at it. Eiffel doesn't answer, and even if he wasn't trained to be a shark in the water he probably could have sensed it: weakness. The potential for anything from blackmail to leverage to just plain ridicule, the urge to verbally bite at the other almost immediately is hot on the forefront of Roman's mind.

It takes a lot of mental power to shove the initial, knee-jerk reaction aside. He has to cover his mouth with his hand to do it, to hide the triumphant smile that ticked up immediately. Once his face settles he follows the other. ]

Thinking in general isn't exactly something I do. [ It's an assurance at his own expense, doing his best to follow Eiffel. His movement is a lot less smooth and practiced, but he's a semi-quick learner. ]

I'm a gut-reaction guy. You know? Something needs to get done, you gotta attack it head on. Now lets go invade your privacy like it's watergate.