artifacetious | [asgard IC contact]

[asgard IC contact]

Congrats, you've reached the Claudinator. Leave one at the beep.

I hope it does, but 'hasty with the labels' should be my label. You can always get a new nickname. [ she scoots over to make room on the porch swing, propping an elbow on the back of it and twisting to face her company ]

Me? My pride took a good whack the other night but I've got all my limbs and all my memories, that's better than some people around here lately.

[ he smiles, if a little blandly, back over at her. ] Yeah, I'd say you're at the top then, considering.

And now that we've established I have both ears attached for listening, you can spit it out.

[ he looks genuinely confused for a second, tilting his head. ] Spit what out? [ checking on her really had been you know, first on his mind. ]

You've got mopey written all over you... And your roots are showing. Everything okay?

[ a hand goes up to his hairline self-consciously, and he shakes his head. maybe to her question, or maybe it's more absent than that. ] Okay, yeah. Been keeping busy. [ out of necessity, his own as well as asgard's. ]

You sign up for a team?

[ She's still looking at him curiously, but nods and answers. ]

Engineers. What else could I do?

[ he nods with a smile. ] Military, what else could I do? Been trying to help out the welcome committee when I can though, too. And teaching classes at the arena.

[ blah blah blah he hates himself. ] When you drink all day, and then you stop, there's like... all this time you didn't even know you had.