( sorry, are scratched notes in multiple shades of black & blue ink, occasionally highlighted with a lurid yellow not considered colorful? she has a stack of pool noodles in a corner, how is that not fun?
...don't answer that. also don't register the blanket wash of surprise that covers her features at the mention of flowers because those would actually be... nice. really nice. it's a new sort of insult, to go from seventeen years confined in a steel space prison lit with flickering fluorescents, to a year and a half on earth surrounded by trees and grass and wild flowers, only to them be forced onto another ship with complicated rules about death. she likes flowers, especially the blue and purple ones, and —
no, nope. neatly folding her composure back over that spark of childlike intrigue and useless tug of wanting in her chest. clarke even goes so far as to force a half smile while shaking her head softly from side to side. ) This is a really nice present, Mizuki. Practical over pretty any day.
( and his reasoning actually makes perfect sense. she hadn't turned herself into a nightblood for fun, the science of her home world had always been for a purpose, usually geared around saving lives. mizuki had recognized a threat, so he'd gone and pioneered this solution of his own accord. for the scope of her emotionally manipulative tactics, purring good boy at him isn't on the list — but beneath the perpetually aggrieved exterior, clarke's impressed. )
No, I agree. That was really smart of you, and if it ever comes to the point where we're all introduced to sea jelly toxin, this could be the difference between surrendering to whatever the Captain has in mind, or fighting back.
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...don't answer that. also don't register the blanket wash of surprise that covers her features at the mention of flowers because those would actually be... nice. really nice. it's a new sort of insult, to go from seventeen years confined in a steel space prison lit with flickering fluorescents, to a year and a half on earth surrounded by trees and grass and wild flowers, only to them be forced onto another ship with complicated rules about death. she likes flowers, especially the blue and purple ones, and —
no, nope. neatly folding her composure back over that spark of childlike intrigue and useless tug of wanting in her chest. clarke even goes so far as to force a half smile while shaking her head softly from side to side. ) This is a really nice present, Mizuki. Practical over pretty any day.
( and his reasoning actually makes perfect sense. she hadn't turned herself into a nightblood for fun, the science of her home world had always been for a purpose, usually geared around saving lives. mizuki had recognized a threat, so he'd gone and pioneered this solution of his own accord. for the scope of her emotionally manipulative tactics, purring good boy at him isn't on the list — but beneath the perpetually aggrieved exterior, clarke's impressed. )
No, I agree. That was really smart of you, and if it ever comes to the point where we're all introduced to sea jelly toxin, this could be the difference between surrendering to whatever the Captain has in mind, or fighting back.