[Razer is
nine years old. Razer is nine years oldHe's also standing in the middle of the buffet, glaring at a girly bicycle, wearing clothes that don't look like they could ever possibly fit him--and a macaroni necklace--and being generally pissed
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Somehow, the macaroni-necklace, the oversized shirt that drapes over her body, the change in height, in her voice, in her gender - of all those things, the thing that irritates her the most is the fact that she can't get these damn pigtails out of her hair.
So it's a very grumpy Phoenix wandering the ship. However, the sight of another angry child - a Precurian child, no less - catches her attention. Distraction is a go.
Hello, Razer. You have an inquisitive girl-child approaching you now.]
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So he's just...going to keep glaring at this bicycle. And not look at whoever it is that just walked up--not even sideways. If he doesn't look at them, maybe they'll go away.
Damn it, he is going to kill Redd.]
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Pardon me, but are you new?
[Such a polite little girl.]
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He folds his arms and casts his eyes sideways, avoiding Phoenix's gaze.]
If you call being on this Mar-forsaken ship for almost six months new, certainly. Otherwise no.
[His accent, however, is significantly more unique, even if his voice is so much higher right now than it should be.]
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But then he found nine-year-old Razer.
Fish boy just stands, stares, and laughs.]
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He does clench his little hands into fists, though, and grind his teeth even harder. He's sorely tempted to just launch himself at Jere right now, but doesn't think he wants to deal with a punishment on top of this.]
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Pissed off the Captain, huh.
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...One he is even more tempted to take on when Jere has the gall to ruffle his hair. Ruffle. His. Hair.
Razer swings an arm to make him CUT THAT OUT and shoots a glare up at him with oversized green eyes.]
It doesn't matter what I did--if you so much as touch me again I'm skinning you alive.
[It's not an empty threat. Or at least it doesn't sound like one. In fact, the natural way with which Razer speaks it is probably a little disconcerting in comparison to his usual friendly tone, not to mention his current appearance.]
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She does stop and stare at the kid, however.]
Who're you?
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Does that apply to situations like this?
He isn't sure. So he'll just fold his arms--a mess of oversized sleeves--and look away, long curved ears dipping slightly.]
No one of consequence, I assure you.
[The accent, vocabulary, syntax--Razer still sounds distinctly like himself. Just about a quarter-century younger.]
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Sure sound like someone I know.
[Stepping closer, she sets aside her piece of cake and looks at the bike.]
...Nice ride.
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A gift from the Captain. If you like it, you're welcome to it.
[He's not touching the "someone I know" bit with a ten-foot pole.]
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... Hm. The Captain's sense of humor leaves much to be desired.
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Razer's face goes hot and he keeps his eyes averted. His voice is very quiet when he finally speaks.]
Agreed.
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Tilting his head to try to catch Razer's eyes, Erol steps closer.]
What are you doing loitering about out here?
[Instead of, you know, holed up where no one will see you?]
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I'm almost positive that the moment I try to leave this room, something else is going to happen even worse than singing pasta and being treated like a girl.
[Pause.]
Also, I've been trying to decide how to gather up my clothes and still manage to get all the way back to my room without tripping like an idiot and making everything even worse.
[Still not looking at you, but his tone is still exasperated, not to mention humiliated. Assuming that's what Redd was going for, he sure knew where to hit where it would hurt.]
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