http://hisfathersstaff.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] hisfathersstaff.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-06-19 09:52 pm

Bendytimed to Shore Leave [Open]

Negi was smoking. A holo-cig but still.

And he had a big goofy grin on his face.

For his first cigarette in, well, forever, he was being rather good at it. And he was humming and walking around like he was floating on air.

The night before had been just fantastic. Wonderful food despite the tiny portions, the wine was great, the amazing not!date...

Yeah, he was on cloud nine at the least. And dressed in sunglasses, hooded shirt and shorts with sneakers, he was humming loudly and a little off tune.

Chamo chuckled to himself. "You think the way he was acting he got laid..."

"I heard that!" exclaimed Negi and Chamo laughed.

[identity profile] crysteel-future.livejournal.com 2010-06-21 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
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She puts his head against her neck, hoping that it helps block out the scent further more. "Like I said, it's bad." She pats his back again in a "there, there" emphasis.

"Food that won't upset your stomach," Nura says, careful to keep away from that spicy scented stall with the blue rice (at least she hopes that it is blue rice...) "The best thing to do to get over a hangover is to eat a little."

she probably looks like a teenage mother with her holding him.

[identity profile] crysteel-future.livejournal.com 2010-06-21 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
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She finally finds a vendor selling a safe-looking fruit (and it seems to smell alright when she picks one up and brings it to her nose).

"Here." She hands some currency to the stall vendor and then takes a couple of the purple bananas. "That should be enough for four..." They come all attached together at the end.

Taking her fruit, she weaves her way through the market place once more, and then, she's out on beach property.

"No this isn't my baby...wish he was, though"

[identity profile] crysteel-future.livejournal.com 2010-06-21 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
She rubs his back, hoping that his queasy stomach isn't as bad as her first hangover's stomach ache was. Bleh.

"It'll help settle it, hopefully. If we're lucky, we'll locate a bakery and get some bread."

She finds a bench and sits down, pulling the purple-colored bananas and ripping one off from the stem. "Here." She puts it in Negi's small hands.

[identity profile] crysteel-future.livejournal.com 2010-06-21 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's no trouble at all. Have to watch out for the youth of the ship. Just don't drink illegally again, alright?"

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Nura smiles. "Zeta-awesome."

"It'll hurt for a while longer. I'm so sorry." She sighs with genuine sympathy. "...but perhaps I can help with the throbbing migraine. I'm used to giving forehead massages anyways..."

She pulls turns him to the right so that he's facing the great view of the ocean tugging at the sands of the beach with the many alien creatures frolicking to and fro, here and there. She puts the rest of the fruit in Negi's lap (she did buy them for him, after all).

Nura then reaches up with her hands and presses her fingers against the small boys forehead...and then begins to rub the pads of her thumbs against his brow. In soothing circles...