*skilfully encrypted and well-hidden in the brighter information streaming through the Kalis-tower-*

[watch_in_shadow]

Well. This is very interesting.

I'm not particularly surprised at his manipulation of Dreadboots, and the 'intimate relationship' aspect has been used before...

But.

It was delicately done, and I can think of few others - at least, ones that currently co-habit this Nexus - that would either dare to do so or not push it too far and catch

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[juju_hugs]

*lands on his head* How what goes, Mr. Funny-Hat? Did something happen to Boots? I like Boots!

[watch_in_shadow]

((*waggles a finger at you* Uh-uh. I am not having Dreadmoon trying to disinfect his head, thank you. *picks you up and drops you in Care-A-Lot* Go amuse yourself somewhere else, Juju. ^_~))

[startactician]

*There is a ripple in the air as something undectable by most sensors comes into the room and gently places a green and gray box wrapped in blue ribbon on the console. It pauses for a moment, then moves away again, waiting for the box to be noticed.*

[watch_in_shadow]

*is not actually in commune at any level - but then, he is a shuttle-alt... Sensors flicker at faint the hint of something he does manage to pick up, and he very casually moves to rest a hand on the nearest interface port. A cable connects to his wrist with a near-inaudible snick*

*his optics flicker, very slightly, and the corners of his lips quirk upwards. Making a decision, he turns, and catches sight of the box. The quirk flutters once more*

*ostinsensibly ignoring the thing-that-is-not-there, he moves over and more obviously links into the tower, using the sensors in the room to check for any possible traps or explosives in the box*

*he picks it up and carefully runs his fingers over the cool paper - the ribbon is new and curious, and duly inspected. He turns the box over several times, partly admiring and partly justifiably wary of any assasination attempt it may spring. He could have Nimbus examine it, but then where was the enjoyment in the game?*

[startactician]

*the ripple shifts a bit, as if to say, 'Get on with it!"*

[watch_in_shadow]

*the lips quirk a little more, possibly from simple pleasure and possibly at the knowledge of the ripple of the one-who-is-not-there*

*the ribbon is carefully unwrapped and fingered, briefly; the shine on the curls intricately detailed and wondered over...then put to one side as the box itself is turned over once more, looking new and interesting again without the band of colour adorning it*

*inward smile*

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