CHARACTERS: Capa and Chase. LOCATION: Passengers quarters. WARNINGS: Social awkward and geekery. SUMMARY: Capa asked Chase to keep an eye out for Cassie the day before. Apparently, she's still doing it.
The torn pages of the Ghaansgrad are familiar to her, the only comforting thign on this ship, and it's no surprise she's sitting tailor-style infront of the lift with it.
She does, however, have her hand on the page and her eyes are open, staring but not quite seeing anything. She's still for a moment, and it's only when Capa says her name that she snaps out of it, looking slightly frazzled.
"Capa."
She picks up the book and carefully tucks it under her arm, offering a small smile.
She's smaller than he imagined she'd be, which is still bigger than she should be. According to Chase, she's meant to be four, no older, and the girl that stands before him now is clearly older than that. It creates an odd disjunction as he looks at her and then, at length, attempts a smile back. The corner of his mouth twitches. It's enough.
"How long have you been here, Chase?" he asks. It hadn't been her responsibility to look for Cassie, but still she'd taken it up and with much more enthusiasm and dedication than Capa had thought possible.
Chase considers for a few moments, closing the battered book and hugging it in thought. She doesn't sit up, though.
"Well, asides from short trips to sate my hungry and a short meeting with Re-l," Chase shrugs. "Since you asked me to."
And really--to her it doesn't seem like that much of a big deal. It isn't, really, in the grand scheme of things. She tucks brown hair behind her ear and blue eyes meet blue, remembering how startlingly intelligent Capa's were. Observant, at the very least.
No, it isn't that much of a big deal in the grand scheme of things. Capa knows that most things aren't - he wouldn't be a very good astrophysicist otherwise, he figures - but there are times when relativity goes out the window and how you'd like something to be trumps whether or not it makes any difference. Those times are few and far between for Capa and he's thankful for it. But Chase is young, irregardless of the contexts of her home world, and when Capa looks at her he can't help but reminded of his sister and her children and how they're young too.
My sister would kill me if she heard you, Capa thinks, but he doesn't say it, just offers a hand out to Chase to help her stand. "I didn't think you'd actually do that," he explains and it's not chastisement, just transfer of information, perhaps tinged with the slightest bit of incredulity.
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She does, however, have her hand on the page and her eyes are open, staring but not quite seeing anything. She's still for a moment, and it's only when Capa says her name that she snaps out of it, looking slightly frazzled.
"Capa."
She picks up the book and carefully tucks it under her arm, offering a small smile.
"I've not yet found your crewmember, sadly."
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"How long have you been here, Chase?" he asks. It hadn't been her responsibility to look for Cassie, but still she'd taken it up and with much more enthusiasm and dedication than Capa had thought possible.
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"Well, asides from short trips to sate my hungry and a short meeting with Re-l," Chase shrugs. "Since you asked me to."
And really--to her it doesn't seem like that much of a big deal. It isn't, really, in the grand scheme of things. She tucks brown hair behind her ear and blue eyes meet blue, remembering how startlingly intelligent Capa's were. Observant, at the very least.
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My sister would kill me if she heard you, Capa thinks, but he doesn't say it, just offers a hand out to Chase to help her stand. "I didn't think you'd actually do that," he explains and it's not chastisement, just transfer of information, perhaps tinged with the slightest bit of incredulity.
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