Cigris Avoi - She's a Lovesick Lady
Doz Finch
((Miaxdiso’s Penthouse, City of Idridi, Betazed))
It was very amusing, teasing Xandria Cain.
He sat across from the human, legs wide, arms spread across cushions, in nothing but his pink polka-dot underwear, having just successfully pulled the rug from beneath her feet, in a manner of speaking. He’d called out her cute obsession with his sister, and in defiance she seemed to stiffen like an Idridian claypot.
C. Avoi: Yeah, maybe it is a strong word. ::His eyes found the hanging portrait.:: Beguiled? Enraptured? Under her spell?
The human, now standing in the conversation pit after a careful glance back, crossed her arms and spoke in a low, almost lethal whisper, something he enjoyed immensely.
Cain: I am not under any sort of compulsion, Cigris Avoi! My feelings are my problem, not hers, and you will not tell her.
With that she unceremoniously dropped onto the section of the sofa facing him, and went on to close her weary eyes, apparently on the verge of throwing her guts up as well as her true feelings. Smiling lopsidedly with bewilderment, Cigris carried on.
C. Avoi: Tell her? ::His smile turned to a frown.:: Xandria Cain. She’s Betazoid. She already knows.
Cain: Yeah well, maybe she does already know, but that's no reason to bring it up and make her uncomfortable. She's clearly not interested, and I'm not going to—
The human then waved her hands abstractly in the air, swatting an invisible moth in an attempt to make some sort of point, before pausing to drown in the claggy incense of her own mind.
Cain: She's my closest friend, I just want to see her happy, and she won’t be happy with me, so let's keep pretending this isn't a thing. Alright?
Deliciously entertained by the unravelling confession, Cigris craned his head backwards over the spine of the sofa and stared up at the glittering ceiling.
C. Avoi: Oh, wah, wah, wah. Our love can never be! She won’t be happy with me! ::He flopped his head forward again, dark eyes wide.:: Why not?
Xandria then slouched even further into his sister's luxurious couch, pinching the bridge of her nose. It was great fun, of course, seeing her scramble through their interaction, but his question was genuine. He really wanted to know!
Cain: Why not? ::She laughed, but it wasn’t a happy sound.:: Dude, you’re the telepath, and you know her better than me. You know why it wouldn’t work out.
C. Avoi: I get it. You think you aren’t her type.
Cain: Response
Cigris stared at Xandria for half a minute as he let it hang there like one of his sisters dangling flower arrangements. He feathered the inside of his cheek with his tongue, glancing over at the cabinet within which all of Miaxdiso’s best drinks could be found, waiting to be slurped.
C. Avoi: For someone who isn’t telepathic, you sure seem to have made your mind up about that.
Cain: Response
The Betazoid wiggled his legs mischievously, his perfect teeth on wide smiling display once again. A few rooms down the corridor, the sound of a shower switching on clicked, followed by muffled music streaming out of a speaker. His sister had disappeared into her routine, and likely wouldn’t emerge for another hour.
C. Avoi: So you came all the way to Betazed to meet the family, whilst trying to hide the fact that you’re lovesick. ::He shook his head.:: Yeah, that’s a brilliant plan.
Cain: Response
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Lieutenant Doz Finch
Assistant Chief Engineer
USS Gorkon NCC-82293
C239809SH3