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That's not what I said.

( He said the intentions are bad. The pictures themselves are... well, most of them are bad, yeah, but there's a couple that are salvageable. Take, for example, the one he's got in his hand.

With the same sound of photo paper fwip-ing, he'll brush the edge against the sleeve of her jacket, indicating for her to take it. )

This one isn't so bad.

What is it of?

[she takes it with the air of someone who could be handed a very large spider and not really be bothered - it's all paper, to her.]

A scavenger hunt.

( Matter of factly. )

There are three people in an infirmary. First, the most beautiful woman on this ship has her hands clasped together, with a smile as bright as the light of the stars themselves. Next to her, some old human is looking ungrateful as he reads a decorated card, and her brother is reaching over to take it from him.

( That was his card, and he wasn't going to let their hunt end there when Pollux looked so happy! )

The table has some pastries decorated to look like graves laid out on it. On the bed, there's a doll that's been cut open in the middle, with fake organs and blood spilling out. The blood from the doll is making a mess of the floor and the walls around.

That sounds very...

[what's a really nice word for everything she's feeling. between the potential crush(?) this stranger has on this woman, the mutilated doll, and the scavenger hunt...]

Unique of an event to take place. Was it around Halloween, by any chance?

Yeah.

( Of course it was. What does she think they are, freaks?

Now praise it! )

Figures...

[but Halloween was right before her arrival, and it hasn't been so long. and the stranger is close enough to her - close enough to hand this picture off, that the faint scent of blood catches her nose. when you've been around enough of it, it embeds itself in you. so he'll see the way her eyes widen just a touch, considering.]

...That incident that took place, however. Are you all right from it?

[she's a stranger. she has no reason to be invested. and yet, her question is utterly sincerely concerned for his welfare.]

You're misunderstanding.

( Though she may or not be, and it's more likely to simply be the fact coming to mind again that triggers her concern, but Castor is quick to correct her either way. His voice drips with contempt as he speaks. Don't catch him letting a lowly human worry about him now—he isn't about to let his pride take that hit. )

I said it wasn't bad. Or did you call me over to waste my time?

( He was asked for a favourite, not a recap. )

Not what's in the photograph. What happened on Halloween proper.

[shove her away then, take your picture back, if you hate it so much. she'll be pushed around. she's only a lowly human.]

You smell of blood. That's enough to raise a question.

That's no business of yours, Human.

( Ask and you shall receive, Helena; Castor's voice is brimming with disdain, all but ready to spill over by the time he reaches the end of his words.

Bragging about Pollux and things she's enjoyed will put him in a good mood easily enough, but having to explain the chaos of Halloween and what he'd had to do on that night is far from his favourite topic. There's an absent huff, the sound of his arms folding over his chest, and his voice holds more force to it now—commanding as he repeats himself for good measure. )

Did you call me over to waste my time?

[there's something in that command that makes her back down where she could have pushed. the reminder that she's a stranger, that all she can really do in the end is run. her eyes close - if they had been meeting his, with vision, she would have lowered them.]

...No. My question was an honest one.

[that's the only defense she has. she's new, and she doesn't know.]

( Okay well he's got priorities, and Halloween isn't one of them right now. Talk about Pollux or die for all he cares. In fact, you know what? )

I don't care.

( Just straight up. )

I don't need concern from the likes of you. Know your place.

...I'm sorry.

[something in her secretly fumes, hurts, adding this onto the list of things that have happened since her arrival, but she presses it down further. it's probably just him being touchy because of everything. it's not her. it's not.

(it's not fair. but no one cares.)]

Hmph.

( He didn't ask for an apology either, but that doesn't necessitate more reprimand. Even if she's... still just standing there, for some reason he can't understand. He has nothing more to scold her for, but he will at least offer this: )

If you have no interest in such stories, then I suggest you leave this place. That, or be honest with your requests.

( Don't waste someone else's time as you've wasted his. )

I do have an interest, I sincerely do. Stories are all the worth these photographs have for me.

[she has been honest, and that's enough to spark a little firmness in her voice. why would she be decieving him at all.]

-The woman in the photograph. Who is she?

[he spoke of her so fondly, maybe that will lift his mood.

Then you had better know your place and stay on topic, Human.

( Just... one last time for good measure. At that though, he pauses. Really, any semblance of a decent mood he may have had disappeared at the way she pushed, but on the other hand, it is about Pollux. If there's one thing that he would enjoy talking about, wouldn't it be her? But does this miserable human deserve to hear about her...

Hm... )

Her name is Pollux.

Pollux...that's a beautiful name.

[her parents must have been devoted to myths. she probably has a twin somewhere named Castor.]

I'm sure she's a wonderful person, from the fondness you spoke of her with.

Better than anyone on this ship deserves.

( Which may be a bit more stern of a way to put it than is entirely necessary, yeah, but she's right. )

[ah, with a statement like that, she wonders...hm. she admires anyone who has such devotion, such that she might want to note it down at a point.]

Then it's fortunate that she's here with you regardless. Did you help her with the scavenger hunt?

Yes.

( Right to the point. Though, give him a moment, and he'll shift his weight a little before elaborating some. )

I see no point in participating in such human frivolities, but it made her happy.

That's enough of a point. If you care about someone, even things you would never touch become at least moments spent together.

[or so it was said and described. she hasn't lost that part of her ideals yet.]

I see why this one is your favorite now.

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