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Casing the Joint [Open!] [Warning for Foul Language in Tags]
Riddick's the sort of man who likes to know everything he can about where he is, all f the time. Unfortunately, on Stacy, this is impossible. That doesn't mean he's not giving it the good old paranoid try, however.
He's found himself in the cafeteria, examining the nutrient mush. He's seen worse -- Hell, he's regularly eaten worse. The idea of edible trays ain't a bad one, either. It's really pretty practical.
He sits down at a table with a graceless sprawl and starts prodding at the mush with a utensil. He's a little entranced by its near-solid state, but it really doesn't smell too bad and he can't detect any hints of poison. It's not protein waffles, but hell, it ain't Necro cooking, either. He'd handle it just fine.
He even went so far as to take a bite, discovering that, well...It didn't really taste like anything. That was pretty reassuring, really.
"Not bad."
He's found himself in the cafeteria, examining the nutrient mush. He's seen worse -- Hell, he's regularly eaten worse. The idea of edible trays ain't a bad one, either. It's really pretty practical.
He sits down at a table with a graceless sprawl and starts prodding at the mush with a utensil. He's a little entranced by its near-solid state, but it really doesn't smell too bad and he can't detect any hints of poison. It's not protein waffles, but hell, it ain't Necro cooking, either. He'd handle it just fine.
He even went so far as to take a bite, discovering that, well...It didn't really taste like anything. That was pretty reassuring, really.
"Not bad."
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Rather than actually say hi, Riddick grunted. Apparently he didn't feel very talkative. He was, however, keeping a very close, wary eye on the strange thing, in case it decided it wanted to see if Riddick tasted good. It was a bad habit some creatures seemed to have.
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Unfortunately, Renne's not anywhere fluent in Caveman. Thus, he tries again and walks as carefully as he can toward the direction of the sound. His demeanour is curious, a little quiet and intent on navigating without -- thump -- running into too many obstacles. Well, that's one thing he's run into.
Cue the faint beginnings of a blush.
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"Hi." It sounds awkward, coming out of Riddick's throat -- Or at least, it sure as hell feels awkward to him. He grimaces slightly. Actual conversation is something he doesn't do.
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Thump. Damn. The blush gets a half-shade brighter, going a little toward 'cobalt' blue now. Still, he keeps on going until he finds his way closer toward the voice.
Just....don't hope for eye contact.
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"Riddick."
He's not really trying for eyecontact, or a polite tone of voice. Hell, he doesn't have a polite tone of voice.
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He actually takes the reply in itself, not to mention the fact he's not been swung at yet as both very good signs.
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Riddick takes another bite of the mush, chewing loudly.
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Why, yes, he does stop before saying that word. He was taught some time ago to never say it -- you know, those lessons kids are taught about profanity.
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Riddick shakes his head. Great. Blue, naive, friendly rat. Just what he wanted to talk to on his lunch break.
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Oh dear. Riddick, sorry, but your name has been mutilated, Renneified and...he'll probably call you that forever.