[ The greeting is as appropriate to the mood that Gorgug suspected Fabian might be in--displeased about another mission, but far too used to it to make his usually agitation be known off the bat. Gorgug gives a quick ] Sure [ to the invitation, the sound of his boots echoing well inside the music-less room, the door closed behind him.
And where does he sit? Directly next to Fabian, slipping down close where Gorgug's leg bumps against a knee poking out, the bent limbs allowing some short space between their bodies. His own legs sprawled out, in the same manner as Fabian's had been in the middle of his stretches--but Gorgug's not getting into those, himself. ]
I didn't think the mission about the dying universe would involve entertaining a bunch of people.
[ It feels like idle chatter, the talk before getting to something deeper. Which it is, and yet, it's more than what Gorgug has extra on his mind. He wants to figure out Fabian's mood: how into prep talk and the such he's eager to get into. ]
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And where does he sit? Directly next to Fabian, slipping down close where Gorgug's leg bumps against a knee poking out, the bent limbs allowing some short space between their bodies. His own legs sprawled out, in the same manner as Fabian's had been in the middle of his stretches--but Gorgug's not getting into those, himself. ]
I didn't think the mission about the dying universe would involve entertaining a bunch of people.
[ It feels like idle chatter, the talk before getting to something deeper. Which it is, and yet, it's more than what Gorgug has extra on his mind. He wants to figure out Fabian's mood: how into prep talk and the such he's eager to get into. ]