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[knowledgeordeath]

[His hand lingers on his arm, his eyes remain on his face. This small being has exposed himself to him in a way that no one has in so long. Kolivan finds himself dragged back to many, many years ago.

He sighs a little but maintains the contact.]

I'm not certain of my desires as of yet. I will make no promises to you since you deserve those that can be kept. So I will be your friend for now.

[Yes. He said it. He said friend and not ally.]

You should feel free to pursue me as you wish until we can both determine what our hearts desire. Whatever that answer is, you will have my strength to protect you.

[samahl]

[Cyril smiles at that, and it's not the flirtatious grins he usually gives Kolivan. It makes his face seem so much younger.]

That's perfect for me.

And if you do determine that what you feel is purely platonic, you don't have to worry about scaring me away. I don't want to pressure you to do anything you don't want to do.

Not that I think such pressure would work, mind you. You don't seem the type to bend to anyone's will.

I only ask you tell me once you have it figured out.

[knowledgeordeath]

[Odd. That is a good look for those features. He tilts his head as he observes it. This look somehow makes him seem smaller. More vulnerable.

He quite likes it, he finds.]

I cannot be pressured into anything I don't wish to do. And I give my word that I will tell you when I have determined how I feel and where I wish for the pair of us to go.

[samahl]

That's all I could ask of you.

[After a moment he looks away, bowing his head a bit because he can't really stop smiling.

This has the oddest conversation he's had in a while for the way it's making his heart sink and soar so quickly.]

So, um, is everything you wanted to say? I'd hate to cut off part of your point with my gushing.

[knowledgeordeath]

I did not feel you were...gushing.

[Hm. Cyril seems very happy in this moment. He's going to remember that as he sits back finally.]

I had nothing else to add. However, you have come to this ship so it would make sense for us to share a meal before you depart.

[samahl]

[Cyril finally feels as if he's been able to regain control of his face, so he looks up at Kolivan and nods.]

Yes, I'd like that. I was working on something before you called, and may have forgotten to eat today, so somehow you continue to provide just what I need.

[knowledgeordeath]

You are too small to be forgetting to eat.

[He rises to his feet (as best he can since it's hard in here) so he can duck out into the hallway.]

I only eat the proteins here. Given what Robin has stated in criticism about my meals, I feel it is safe to assume there is other food on this ship aside from that.

[samahl]

[Cyril follows after him. He looks around the Goldstone curiously now that he has more time to take it in.]

Does the Goldstone have a cook? That makes your kitchen a bit more fancy, if I remember correctly.

[knowledgeordeath]

We have an upgraded kitchen but no cook. It seems this ship has a primary focus on security given that there are three of us.

[samahl]

That probably makes The Goldstone a pretty safe vessel to be on.

But then, it would be that either way for me now, hm? Since you've promised to protect me. [He grins, still a little too pleased with that whole arrangement.]

[knowledgeordeath]

Perhaps.

[He doesn't trust their new security officer at all.]

That is correct. I have given my word to protect you.

[So matter-of-fact.]

[samahl]

[Kolivan you just keep wording things in a way that makes Cyril too damn pleased. He grins, showing a bit of that feeling on his face.]

We should train together too, so if we find ourselves in a hairy situation we'll know how the other works. Makes it easier to fight side-by-side.

[knowledgeordeath]

I am not opposed to this. Your weapon of choice is one I face very rarely. You are unlikely to hit me but improving your aim with your aim will be beneficial.

[Yes. He does plan on continuing to be a target.]

[samahl]

And now I will make it the goal to hit you. Impossible though it may be, it would be a good way to train.

I've been thinking the same thing for a while now. It's nice to have someone to help me.

[knowledgeordeath]

If that were not your goal then there would be little point in training with me.

[Just Blade things.]

You handle your arm decently for it being one you are not familiar with. More practice will only serve you well.

[samahl]

I think so too. When I first arrived we found ourselves on some rather dangerous planets. I'd hate to find myself in that situation again and be unprepared.

[knowledgeordeath]

It is rarely wise to be unprepared for dangerous situations.

[They arrive at the kitchen and he pauses to look around. Obviously he has no idea what they never have here other than the proteins. He knows those are here.]

You may see what we have and eat.

[...Problem solved.]

[samahl]

[Cyril goes about looking for something to make them both. He ends up putting together something simple and gives Kolivan a serving before sitting down to eat his own.]

I'm no cook but this should be edible.

[knowledgeordeath]

This will be fine. Thank you.

[He seriously usually just eats the protein sludge. No joke.

Sitting down, he takes advantage of the chance to not have to crouch and straightens up, rolling his shoulders. Being on a ship that is so short is very challenging sometimes.]

[samahl]

Is there anything they can do to make a ship bigger for you? You seem uncomfortable most of the time.

[knowledgeordeath]

To my knowledge there is nothing to be done. However, I am not familiar with the blueprint of the ship and that likely would be best understood by one with the engineering augment.

[samahl]

[Cyril rubs the back of his neck where his augment is. He feels a little jealous toward the people who had engineering implanted.]

I know a few engineers. Maybe we can coax them into cooking something up.

[knowledgeordeath]

It isn't necessary. There are other priorities that could be attended to first.

[samahl]

Sure. They can put it low on their lists.

[knowledgeordeath]

I would prefer it not be a thought at all until more important matters are handled. Distractions are too easily had here.