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[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.

[samahl]

Then I'll respect your preferences.

[Then, after a moment,] You know, nearly every conversation we've had has included you reiterating your willingness to give up something for the sake of others.

[He might need to start to figure out ways to give Kolivan small comforts.]

[knowledgeordeath]

[He blinks in surprise but doesn't say anything. He...literally hasn't noticed this.

At all.

And obviously no one has pointed it out before.]

[samahl]

So my question is... who does the same for you?

[knowledgeordeath]

I don't ask that of anyone.

[samahl]

I believe that. Maybe that could change now.

[knowledgeordeath]

[He pauses a moment.]

Are you volunteering yourself?

[samahl]

Am I volunteering to give up something for your comfort? If I had something that I could do that with, of course I would.

[knowledgeordeath]

You don't need to do that. As long as my basic needs are covered then I have no complaints.

[samahl]

You are the type to not complain about having to hunch over to fit into your bed, I'm not sure if that's the metric I want to measure this by. [Said lightly, more of a tease than a serious concern.]

[knowledgeordeath]

[Oh. Right.]

I tend to sleep only rarely.

[He really should sleep a lot more than he does but this is what happens when you don't have someone around to monitor your patterns.]

So I will not require the bed often.

[samahl]

[Cyril's brow lifts, and he blinks once or twice.]


Oh no, that was too easy an opening. I almost feel as if I'm taking advantage of it if I say half of the things that just popped into my mind.

[knowledgeordeath]

[He blinks. An easy opening? For what?

You know someone has been out of the game for a long time when that someone doesn't catch on to what Cyril could be implying.

At least it means Cyril gets cute expressions like this one.]

[samahl]

[He makes an amused sound and reaches out to pat Kolivan's arm.]

Let's just say there are quite a few things you can do in a bed that don't require sleep.

[knowledgeordeath]

[Oh.]

Not in my bed. It is far too small for such intimate activities to be comfortable.

[For him anyway.]

[samahl]

I'll have to work to find a place where we could do such things.... You know, just in case you ever decide to take me up on my offer.

[knowledgeordeath]

..........

[That's not where he expected that to go. But...]

If you wish to. It will be difficult to find a bed so large.

[samahl]

I know. You are so very, very tall. And wide.

[He reaches out and pats Kolivan's arm and then squeezes that arm a bit, enjoying the muscles.]