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Paco was a man on a mission. It was a very serious mission of the utmost importance.

Depending on the definitions of "serious", "utmost", and "importance" at least.

There were people on this ship that needed to either be recruited onto Team Have Some Freaking Fun, and there were people who needed to be marked down to be shanghai'd into having fun the next time the Team had a plan. There were also people who he needed to talk to talk to on general principle because they were his friends and what else were friends for?

In other words, Paco was bored and in the mood to socialize.

Denizens of Stacy, beware.

[[OOC: Pick a location! Paco will find your character and socialize!]]

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"It keeps following me," the Chief answered. This was neither a yes or no, he'd notice.

The bug's antennae waved around in the air, flailing in Paco's general direction. It seemed to be debating on whether to go investigate him or not.

"Does it bite?" Paco asked, eyeballing Chief's new friend and inching closer. He wasn't going to hold a hand out for it to sniff -- or whatever it was that spaceroaches did -- if it was going to bite him. As cool as Allen's cyborg-work was, he'd like to keep his remaining body parts firmly attached.

And yes, he did notice that Chief hadn't technically answered his question. Which just made him grin a bit. Some people got alien puppies, Chief got himself an affectionate spaceroach. Why not?

"I don't think it can. Hasn't bothered anyone yet. Sherry doesn't like it much, though."

It got up to go examine Paco more closely, making a series of little clicks and chittering sounds. It antennae-waved at his pantleg. Hello, Paco! Upon closer inspection it was apparently some sort of giant pill bug, the segmented carapace looked built for curling into a ball.

"Glad to hear it." Paco crouched down and held his (cyborg) hand out to the spaceroach. Hey, better safe than sorry, right?

He grinned a bit at the second half of Chief's statement. "Sherry doesn't like it, huh? I guess that's not too much of a surprise. Girls don't seem to like bugs as much as boys do.

"So, other than befriending giant pillbug things, how are you doing?"

"Go easy on her." He took pity on Sherry. Sherry may have tried to push Samus' bird kid off a building, but he still liked her well enough. For a kid. And he couldn't fault any of the kids here for not liking bugs, not since shore leave.

Not since the Ohm.

"I'm fine," he answered the second question. It was an automatic response, an acknowledgment of the question without really answering it.

"I've got three younger sisters," Paco said. Sadness, worry, and a little fear washed the smile out of his eyes and he bent his head to play the spaceroach until he was in control of himself again. God, but he missed his sisters, and his mom and his little brother. He'd hoped that they'd been out of the Pods at some point earlier on and repodded, because then he'd at least know they'd been saved too. "I know where the lines are."

But yes, Master Chief and his space roach.

"Must be pretty busy. But I guess that's good for you, huh?"

The Chief tilted his head a degree or two, looking over at Paco as he considered.

"Let's just say I don't take many vacations," he said finally.

The bug seemed to enjoy the attention and scuttled around Paco.

"How are you, Guzmán?"

"No, you don't," Paco agreed. "I need to get you to more food fights and movie nights."

Not taking vacations wasn't healthy, Chief.

"I've been doing okay, mostly," he said with a shrug, twisting his metal fingers around to see if the little buggy wanted to chase the red laser dot. "I think I'm used to the new arm now. Definitely makes me popular with the pets."

"I don't exactly think I'm good company for that," he answered. The Chief was never really a fun kind of guy.

"And it's not a pet. Minute I figure out why it's following me, it's gone."

The bug, completely unconcerned, tried to "taste" the laser dot with its antennae, scuttling after it. The Chief hadn't ever been much for pets, most animals just instinctively didn't like him. He was sure the bug had to be defective.

"That's okay, you're Master Chief," Paco replied. "The coolness factor makes up for any weak points."

He grinned, mostly at the ground and the bug, but at least partially at Chief. "Uh huh, sure. It just doesn't bug you enough to actually focus on getting rid of it, right?"

He laughed more, making the red dot zig and zag back and forth in front of the bug, leading it around in circles.

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