LOG: Reborn and Ipin in the Captain's Quarters with a tea tray
Who: Reborn and Ipin
What: Discussing payments
When: Sunday before the Lambo and Ipin log
Where: Captain's Quarters
Ipin sat at the desk in the outer captain's quarters. The more spacious room most likely used for crew meetings and general navigation planning. She'd shoved her computer aside in annoyance and was now rubbing her temples and waiting for Reborn to get there. She and Jyabura would be changing rooms soon unless he wanted to keep his smaller cabin. You never really knew with him. Her desk had a few papers spread across it but was otherwise tidy. Her fingers were a little inked up from the way she held her pen.
Reborn walked up the corridors as if they were home; not surprising, considering his penchant for placing spies in every place he deemed necessary. He approached the captain's quarters and knocked on the door; courteous, but not obsequious. "Ipin?"
She'd forgotten to open it. "Ah Mr. Reborn, come on in, It's unlocked." She called out glancing up at a flickering flourescent light. She'd need to replace that.
Reborn was carrying a rather elaborate tea tray; somehow it wasn't at all out of place for him to be acting as a maid. He set it down on the table and reached to pour a cup for her.
Ipin looked a little relieved to see tea even if it seemed odd to be served by Reborn. She pulled her papers together and set them aside, moving to help Reborn if he needed it. "Thank you, I kind of needed it."
Reborn smiled. "Not a problem." He set the tea in front of her; she wasn't likely to take it with much sugar, milk or cream, though they were all there, just in case; he stirs milk into his own. "Now then," he said, trying to keep the tone light. "I really can't let you help pay for damages..."
Ipin took her tea straight and sat back in her chair after making sure he had his own seat in one of the plush leather numbers on the other side of the desk. She gave him a steady look. "You're not letting me do anything, Mr. Reborn. If I recall, and correct me if I'm wrong, I'm the captain of this ship and I'm the one who gets to decide how it's money is spent."
Reborn frowned and stirred his tea. "I have no objections to your spending your own money however you see fit," he murmured smoothly. "But since this 'training exercise' was my idea, I should bear the consequences, particularly since Tsuna did not manage to win his battle."
Ipin smiled a little and sipped her tea. "Tsuna was one of many in a group effort. My team worked with yours and we still only pulled a tie. I could just as easily point out that Gon barely managed to get in one hit before he was rendered useless as a combatant."
Reborn finally drank his tea, finishing half the cup in one swallow, though the action is by no means indelicate. "Indulge me, Ipin," his tone was very serious. "It was my student that did not do as I expected, so I should take responsibility."
Ipin raised a brow and set her cup down. "I'm sorry Mr. Reborn, I just can't justify that. In my mind this was a joint effort. We worked on the plan together, we had eqal amounts of crew invested in the battle and we are equally responsible for damages. This battled did not rely soley on Tsuna."
Reborn leaned back against the chair, the cup cradled steadily in his hand, and sighed. "You are not paying for it out of personal funds, I hope?" He asked, looking for a concession now.
She smiled at him and lifted her cup back up. "We had a mission on Tuseday to collect a bounty and earn a little extra with this activity in mind. We may have lightened their load before turning them into the marines." She took another sip. "We'll be using the bounty money."
Oh, well, that was slightly better. His sound of assent is not quite relieved, not quite pleased, though it does give that impression, somewhat. "Good." He finished the rest of his tea and set it back into its saucer. "Has Xanxus talked to you yet, then?"
She shook her head and her finger tapped the edge of the teacup. "Not yet. He probably doesn't take me seriously. Although I'd thought he would at least want to harass us to pay."
"That is unlike him." Reborn agreed. "Unless he's just that relieved over the curse being broken."
She laughed a little. "Sometimes that can overshadow everything else. I'll contact him tonight if I haven't heard from him soon."
Reborn visibly relaxed in his chair, content that everything was more or less taken care of. "That does seem to be the case," he agreed easily, and stretched out. "Well, that's that. Unless..." He looked Ipin over quite seriously, inviting confidence. "I'm not in a rush."
Ipin made a gentle gesture. "I don't mind sitting and talking with you if you have the time." She breathed in the scent of the tea, letting it relax her. "It would be nice to have a laid back conversation frankly. Things get a little too dramatic around here some days. Is there anything in particular you wanted to discuss?"
He laughed and reached for one of the biscuits set out on the tea tray. "More than a little, I think. I don't have anything particular in mind." He glanced around the cabin a bit ostentatiously, making his attention obvious, rather than the single surreptitious glance he'd given everything when he'd first walked in. "I like the way the room is laid out," he complimented. "Is it your doing for your tenure? Or is it always like this?"
She glanced around after him. "Ahh, no it was set up like this actually. I can't really figure this ship out, it looks like a yacht, has all the workings of a submarine, and the weaponry of a battleship. To be honest this reminds me more of the captain's quarters in a battleship. I think the designers were just fickle. But it's useful. Not all the captains use it but I thought it would be a good way to stay organized. The desks are really nice."
Reborn nodded, took a careful bite from the pastry and swallowed while Ipin was speaking. "Well, considering Killua's cavalier attitude toward ownership, at least this ship is secure, spacious..." He looked pointedly at the desk, laid out neatly. "And it's good to see someone taking her responsibilities seriously."
Ipin grinned a little. "I haven't heard about anyone missing personal belongings on board at the very least. He seems to just take what's necessary." She flushed a little looking proud at the praise. "Thank you. I wanted to give it a shot. I'm sure my younger self will be disappointed she missed out again. But it's not often one gets to spend a week as captain of a pirate ship."
"He wouldn't be so...obvious," he pushed the tray towards Ipin. "Try one of the cookies," he encouraged. "The crew usually seems to fare better when you're captain."
She took one of the cookies, obediently, taking a bite and sipping her tea. "Mm so long as nothing of mine goes missing I'll leave him be." She responded, and there he was complimenting her in just the right way. She wasn't the type of girl who liked being called pretty or beautiful or any of that nonsense. But when someone appreciated her work, her ego puffed up a little and she would find herself smiling proudly. "Thank you, Mr. Reborn, that means a lot coming from you."
Reborn smiled back, meaning it to be reassuring. "Sometimes a kind word comes at exactly the right time," he remarked in Chinese, watching Ipin closely.
Ipin looked up at him in surprise, taking a moment to take in what he meant by that. Reborn ALWAYS meant something when he said it. She sighed and smiled tiredly at him. "Ahh, you're right, you always know the right thing to say." She responded back in chinese.
He could tell that Ipin was not eager to rehash everything that had been going on - in a way, the end of the week would be something of a relief, if it meant she could relax a bit. "It's getting a bit late," he said quietly, almost soothingly. "None of that," he indicated the papers on the desk, "is urgent, correct?"
She sighed and looked at the papers. "Not those, no. But I have to talk to Mr. Xanxus tonight. And find Lambo. I have to find Lambo." She sounded determined. Tired though.
"I can talk to Xanxus," he pointed out, reasonably. "I'm far more used to dealing with him, and - after all - our two crews worked together, right? So there won't be any problem with that. As for Lambo..." He frowned. "What..."
She smiled thankfully at him. "Would you? I'd really appreciate it, Mr. Reborn." She rubbed her temples again. "Ahh he's... disappeared. After all the misunderstanding. I ... need to make sure he understands." She sighed again. "It may take a while to find him."
Reborn nodded; he could tell that Ipin wouldn't be able to relax until this was taken care of. "Go find him then," he encouraged. "I can see myself out."
He was so tiny, but she kind of wanted to gather him up in a hug. She thought he might not approve of that. Instead she smiled at him one of those smiles that fill a person's whole face. "I'll be able to focus more if you want to talk later. I promise. Thank you so much." For the tea, for the talk, just for generally knowing what she needed.
"My pleasure," he smiled, and then shooed her towards the door. "The faster you find the stupid cow, the faster you can relax."
She moved to the door before him, turning once to look back at him and bow politely. "Thank you again Mr. Reborn." and she slipped out the door deciding to start her search from the top of the ship down.
While Ipin's footsteps outside the room grew fainter and fainter, he stepped into the bedroom, quickly and efficiently straightening things up slightly; turning down the bedsheets, stacking the papers on the desk in neat piles, before moving into the bathroom.
Everything is neat here as well - probably due to the rotations; it was difficult for a mess to settle when you had to move just about every week - so all he does is run the water until it is pleasantly warm.
Ipin's night clothes are laid out neatly atop the blankets, and, on a whim, Reborn lit a scented candle (lavender, for its soothing properties) before leaving the room and the ship, all of Ipin's clothing measurements (for all her different ages) in his head. Even if she was so against his paying for the damages...well...she certainly couldn't complain about his gifting her with something, could she?
He contacts Xanxus as promised and then returns to his own ship to prepare for Tsuna's training the next day.
What: Discussing payments
When: Sunday before the Lambo and Ipin log
Where: Captain's Quarters
Ipin sat at the desk in the outer captain's quarters. The more spacious room most likely used for crew meetings and general navigation planning. She'd shoved her computer aside in annoyance and was now rubbing her temples and waiting for Reborn to get there. She and Jyabura would be changing rooms soon unless he wanted to keep his smaller cabin. You never really knew with him. Her desk had a few papers spread across it but was otherwise tidy. Her fingers were a little inked up from the way she held her pen.
Reborn walked up the corridors as if they were home; not surprising, considering his penchant for placing spies in every place he deemed necessary. He approached the captain's quarters and knocked on the door; courteous, but not obsequious. "Ipin?"
She'd forgotten to open it. "Ah Mr. Reborn, come on in, It's unlocked." She called out glancing up at a flickering flourescent light. She'd need to replace that.
Reborn was carrying a rather elaborate tea tray; somehow it wasn't at all out of place for him to be acting as a maid. He set it down on the table and reached to pour a cup for her.
Ipin looked a little relieved to see tea even if it seemed odd to be served by Reborn. She pulled her papers together and set them aside, moving to help Reborn if he needed it. "Thank you, I kind of needed it."
Reborn smiled. "Not a problem." He set the tea in front of her; she wasn't likely to take it with much sugar, milk or cream, though they were all there, just in case; he stirs milk into his own. "Now then," he said, trying to keep the tone light. "I really can't let you help pay for damages..."
Ipin took her tea straight and sat back in her chair after making sure he had his own seat in one of the plush leather numbers on the other side of the desk. She gave him a steady look. "You're not letting me do anything, Mr. Reborn. If I recall, and correct me if I'm wrong, I'm the captain of this ship and I'm the one who gets to decide how it's money is spent."
Reborn frowned and stirred his tea. "I have no objections to your spending your own money however you see fit," he murmured smoothly. "But since this 'training exercise' was my idea, I should bear the consequences, particularly since Tsuna did not manage to win his battle."
Ipin smiled a little and sipped her tea. "Tsuna was one of many in a group effort. My team worked with yours and we still only pulled a tie. I could just as easily point out that Gon barely managed to get in one hit before he was rendered useless as a combatant."
Reborn finally drank his tea, finishing half the cup in one swallow, though the action is by no means indelicate. "Indulge me, Ipin," his tone was very serious. "It was my student that did not do as I expected, so I should take responsibility."
Ipin raised a brow and set her cup down. "I'm sorry Mr. Reborn, I just can't justify that. In my mind this was a joint effort. We worked on the plan together, we had eqal amounts of crew invested in the battle and we are equally responsible for damages. This battled did not rely soley on Tsuna."
Reborn leaned back against the chair, the cup cradled steadily in his hand, and sighed. "You are not paying for it out of personal funds, I hope?" He asked, looking for a concession now.
She smiled at him and lifted her cup back up. "We had a mission on Tuseday to collect a bounty and earn a little extra with this activity in mind. We may have lightened their load before turning them into the marines." She took another sip. "We'll be using the bounty money."
Oh, well, that was slightly better. His sound of assent is not quite relieved, not quite pleased, though it does give that impression, somewhat. "Good." He finished the rest of his tea and set it back into its saucer. "Has Xanxus talked to you yet, then?"
She shook her head and her finger tapped the edge of the teacup. "Not yet. He probably doesn't take me seriously. Although I'd thought he would at least want to harass us to pay."
"That is unlike him." Reborn agreed. "Unless he's just that relieved over the curse being broken."
She laughed a little. "Sometimes that can overshadow everything else. I'll contact him tonight if I haven't heard from him soon."
Reborn visibly relaxed in his chair, content that everything was more or less taken care of. "That does seem to be the case," he agreed easily, and stretched out. "Well, that's that. Unless..." He looked Ipin over quite seriously, inviting confidence. "I'm not in a rush."
Ipin made a gentle gesture. "I don't mind sitting and talking with you if you have the time." She breathed in the scent of the tea, letting it relax her. "It would be nice to have a laid back conversation frankly. Things get a little too dramatic around here some days. Is there anything in particular you wanted to discuss?"
He laughed and reached for one of the biscuits set out on the tea tray. "More than a little, I think. I don't have anything particular in mind." He glanced around the cabin a bit ostentatiously, making his attention obvious, rather than the single surreptitious glance he'd given everything when he'd first walked in. "I like the way the room is laid out," he complimented. "Is it your doing for your tenure? Or is it always like this?"
She glanced around after him. "Ahh, no it was set up like this actually. I can't really figure this ship out, it looks like a yacht, has all the workings of a submarine, and the weaponry of a battleship. To be honest this reminds me more of the captain's quarters in a battleship. I think the designers were just fickle. But it's useful. Not all the captains use it but I thought it would be a good way to stay organized. The desks are really nice."
Reborn nodded, took a careful bite from the pastry and swallowed while Ipin was speaking. "Well, considering Killua's cavalier attitude toward ownership, at least this ship is secure, spacious..." He looked pointedly at the desk, laid out neatly. "And it's good to see someone taking her responsibilities seriously."
Ipin grinned a little. "I haven't heard about anyone missing personal belongings on board at the very least. He seems to just take what's necessary." She flushed a little looking proud at the praise. "Thank you. I wanted to give it a shot. I'm sure my younger self will be disappointed she missed out again. But it's not often one gets to spend a week as captain of a pirate ship."
"He wouldn't be so...obvious," he pushed the tray towards Ipin. "Try one of the cookies," he encouraged. "The crew usually seems to fare better when you're captain."
She took one of the cookies, obediently, taking a bite and sipping her tea. "Mm so long as nothing of mine goes missing I'll leave him be." She responded, and there he was complimenting her in just the right way. She wasn't the type of girl who liked being called pretty or beautiful or any of that nonsense. But when someone appreciated her work, her ego puffed up a little and she would find herself smiling proudly. "Thank you, Mr. Reborn, that means a lot coming from you."
Reborn smiled back, meaning it to be reassuring. "Sometimes a kind word comes at exactly the right time," he remarked in Chinese, watching Ipin closely.
Ipin looked up at him in surprise, taking a moment to take in what he meant by that. Reborn ALWAYS meant something when he said it. She sighed and smiled tiredly at him. "Ahh, you're right, you always know the right thing to say." She responded back in chinese.
He could tell that Ipin was not eager to rehash everything that had been going on - in a way, the end of the week would be something of a relief, if it meant she could relax a bit. "It's getting a bit late," he said quietly, almost soothingly. "None of that," he indicated the papers on the desk, "is urgent, correct?"
She sighed and looked at the papers. "Not those, no. But I have to talk to Mr. Xanxus tonight. And find Lambo. I have to find Lambo." She sounded determined. Tired though.
"I can talk to Xanxus," he pointed out, reasonably. "I'm far more used to dealing with him, and - after all - our two crews worked together, right? So there won't be any problem with that. As for Lambo..." He frowned. "What..."
She smiled thankfully at him. "Would you? I'd really appreciate it, Mr. Reborn." She rubbed her temples again. "Ahh he's... disappeared. After all the misunderstanding. I ... need to make sure he understands." She sighed again. "It may take a while to find him."
Reborn nodded; he could tell that Ipin wouldn't be able to relax until this was taken care of. "Go find him then," he encouraged. "I can see myself out."
He was so tiny, but she kind of wanted to gather him up in a hug. She thought he might not approve of that. Instead she smiled at him one of those smiles that fill a person's whole face. "I'll be able to focus more if you want to talk later. I promise. Thank you so much." For the tea, for the talk, just for generally knowing what she needed.
"My pleasure," he smiled, and then shooed her towards the door. "The faster you find the stupid cow, the faster you can relax."
She moved to the door before him, turning once to look back at him and bow politely. "Thank you again Mr. Reborn." and she slipped out the door deciding to start her search from the top of the ship down.
While Ipin's footsteps outside the room grew fainter and fainter, he stepped into the bedroom, quickly and efficiently straightening things up slightly; turning down the bedsheets, stacking the papers on the desk in neat piles, before moving into the bathroom.
Everything is neat here as well - probably due to the rotations; it was difficult for a mess to settle when you had to move just about every week - so all he does is run the water until it is pleasantly warm.
Ipin's night clothes are laid out neatly atop the blankets, and, on a whim, Reborn lit a scented candle (lavender, for its soothing properties) before leaving the room and the ship, all of Ipin's clothing measurements (for all her different ages) in his head. Even if she was so against his paying for the damages...well...she certainly couldn't complain about his gifting her with something, could she?
He contacts Xanxus as promised and then returns to his own ship to prepare for Tsuna's training the next day.