Vault House Mingle Log

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Who: The Borderlands Cast of Region Three's Vault House (+Guests, but do these fucks really have friends?
When: All March Long/Until we make another one
Where: The Vault House
What: Shenanigans
Warnings: M for Blood and Gore, Intense Violence, Mature Humor, Strong Language


Catchall for any and all bullshittery that may crop up behind closed (or not so closed) doors.

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[Angel held up her hands, shaking her head in the process.]

I'm afraid I've had my fill of nothing, today.

[presidentfuckboy]

[With a few more dying laughs, he fusses at his hopelessly crinkled hair as the machine finishes up.]

You want some actual coffee, then? If you're okay with it really strong. [He has a problem.]

[brokencode]

[Leaning her pitiful frame up against a counter, she watched the man for longer than was probably polite. It wasn't anything about him, his hair was just such a disaster. Not that she would say that out loud.]

[Shaking her head, Angel reached up to smooth a missed lock of hair down. What are personal boundaries?]

I can barely stand without shaking as it is. Best not to disrupt an already delicate balance. [She lowered her hand and offered a grateful smile.] Thank you, though.

[presidentfuckboy]

[He can feel Angel's judgey eyes -- he has a talent for that. But he'll let it slide, because she's skinnier than him, and he didn't think that was physically possible.

And maybe he's a little flustered at her trying to groom him, for reasons less about pride.]

Y-yeah. 'Course. No problem.

[Swallowing, he turns to fix up his cup.]

You're doing okay, though, right? I mean, with... everything.

[brokencode]

[The stutter was noticed, and Angel opened her mouth to apologize, though not before Rhys began speaking again. He didn't seem to be too bothered, other than the apparent stutter to his voice.]

[If it continued, she could question him on it later. For now, he had asked a rather important question.]

I'm getting by. [Her smile was one meant to be a reassuring one, though she looked a little skeptical of it.] The worst of it passed not long after I arrived. The medical facilities were very helpful.

[presidentfuckboy]

[That's comforting for the most part; he definitely gets having doubts about longstanding health issues to just fix themselves in a flash, or even cooperate with medical help. But...]

As long as I don't have to worry about you... passing out in some kinda... dangerous... place... or... something.

[After clearing his throat and looking off to the side, he takes a sip of coffee and shifts a bit on his feet.]

If I can do anything, or help, y'know you can ask? Whatever. [His shoulders roll in a shrug exaggerated by self-consciousness, eyes still averted.] That's what... friends do. I'm, uh... here for you, and all that jazz.

[brokencode]

I don't think you have to worry about that. [Most of the dizziness and exhaustion had diminished within the first few weeks. There was always the chance of running herself ragged, or overusing her powers, but she had been exceptionally wary of both risks.]

I appreciate it, Rhys. I'll be sure to let you know if there's anything I might possibly need.

[She held out her hand, resting it upon his arm and offering him a grateful smile.]

You're a good friend.

[presidentfuckboy]

[He blinks down at her hand, not uncomfortable but still surprised at the contact. It only takes him a moment to smile back, as much as he's struggling to find a balance between self-restraint and the sweet, sweet crack that is feeling wanted.]

That might be a little generous, but... thanks.

[After getting a decent look at her following all his avoidance of eye contact, something of concern does catch his attention.]

You sleep okay..?

[brokencode]

[The question made her blink in surprise, and she glanced at him with her head tilting to the side. No, she hadn't slept well but as she had thought earlier... it wasn't like it would be exceptionally obvious.]

As best as I could. Why?

[presidentfuckboy]

You just look... more tired than usual? [Is it rude to tell a woman she has chronic bags? Is it less rude if she logically already knows this? Hopefully not.]

[brokencode]

I'm afraid I just always look that way. [She laughed, albeit slightly awkwardly. The good news was that they'd gotten significantly less obvious since she'd arrived.]

You should have seen them when I got here. At least now I've been getting into a habit of sleeping more. [A beat.] Most of the time, at least.