hadriel { ic inbox }

[nonscriptum]

This is Nate, you know what to do. I'll...probably get back to you.

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[volitaunt]

We haven't either. Interplanetary, sure, but intergalactic? Not a chance. We still haven't even explored our whole galaxy. And John's people have ships that could blast past ours in terms of speed. Don't think they have lightspeed for their smaller ones at least. We've got that one on them.

[ Ships ships ships ships. Stop him before he keeps going. ]

[nonscriptum]

[ Yeah, he could have foreseen that bringing up ships would capture Poe's attention span the same way any object over a hundred years old captures Nate's.

He raises his eyebrows, amused, gently steering. ]

So what makes you think we'd get along?

[volitaunt]

I don't know, exactly. [ He hums thoughtfully.

Then: ]

He's a smartass.

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[nonscriptum]

Oh.

[ Pleasant, soft, almost lilting in delivery. The dry exclamation of a man who has just stumbled upon a five dollar bill in the street and cannot believe his luck. ]

[nonscriptum]

So what you're saying is, I'm a smartass.

[ Birds of a feather. ]

[volitaunt]

[ Oh no that voice?? Is very rude. Poe's stomach turns over and he does his damnedest to ignore it. ]

You're one of those things anyway.

[nonscriptum]

[ "Rude" says the guy haphazardly calling people smartasses. Pot, meet kettle. ]

I'll pretend it's the first part.

[volitaunt]

[ Wow it's not haphazard. It's very thoughtful and carefully considered.

His voice is still rude. ]

You can pretend, but we both know the truth.