PNPC Lt. Commander Dekas - Thriving.
Ace Christensen
((Pacifica Pavilion Spa, The Farm, Endicronimas V))
Niac: Focusing on your family is the most noble thing a person can do, Dekas. I'm confident nobody on the ship would say otherwise...well, maybe Om-Zora. He's a bit of a tough nut to crack. But I get this odd sense he's got a heart of gold under all that prickliness.
Dekas clicked his beak in amusement.
Dekas: Oh, he would resent being saddled with “heart of gold” as a label. But he’s not as bad as he thinks he is, certainly. He’s complicated. Has been since I’ve known him, and I’ve known him since we were kids. He’s always been a little distant and off-putting with a tendency to push people away. His time with the Vulcans intensified it. Sometimes that’s deeply infuriating. And I’ve pushed him off the roof of a 40-story building for it. He deserved it, and I’d do it again. But even then, I don’t actually think it’s that difficult to find a kind heart in there, you know?
Then again, he had the distinct benefit of having Om-Zora’s trust to know that already.
Niac: You shoved him off a...forty story building? I mean...I've met the guy, I understand the impulse...you just don't seem like the attempted murder type.
Dekas: What? He has wings. He can fly. He wasn’t hurt, and 40 stories is hardly even the highest I’ve tossed him from. It’s just the only time I’ve done it out of anger without warning him. It was great fun. Thrill of the game and all that. But he’s very… thoughtful when given the patience to be himself around someone. Not everyone has that kind of patience, though.
Niac: Just remind me to stay away from any ledges if I happen to get on your bad side. Now let’s see how your creation is taking shape.
The spa attendants were efficient. And Dekas was deeply impressed with the speed and attention they were giving to the task at hand (ha), working in silent concert as tools were passed back and forth and individual tasks tackled simultaneously. This symphony of movement crescendo'd when a small whirring emitter was passed over the top of his fingertips, sealing the new color into place. With a flourish the attendants stepped back and encouraged him to take in their handiwork. He nodded instead to Dekas.
Niac: Well, this was your idea. How'd they turn out?
The natural way to show one’s nails was to hold a hand out. And this moment was no different. Dekas glanced at the nails, gave something a quick thought, and then used that as the perfect excuse to just ever so gently take Karrod’s hand, and move it closer to “see them better”. Only letting the touch linger for about three extra seconds before softly moving his hand away. He admired it for a moment, then met his eyes again.
Dekas: Gorgeous. ::a soft, playful laugh:: And the nails are marvelous, too.
Karrod chuckled somewhat absently.
Niac: They certainly are different...and Armo...loves them. None of the other hosts has ever done something like this...apparently she missed it. So thanks for that...never would've thought to do this otherwise.
It was so genuine. And so sweet. The sincerity gave him a truly insane hit of dopamine on impact. He was going to be feeling that one for at least a week.
Dekas: I’m… oO gay Oo really honored. Just really, really oO disastrously gay Oo glad to have given you a nice time. But I suppose you did show me yours, so it’s only fair I show you mine.
He really only noticed the innuendo after the fact, and he was not going to acknowledge it, lest he say something stupid in a state of… whatever extremely pleasant thing he was feeling just then. He just showed his hand, and his beautiful nails right back.
Niac: Niac's been a part of me for years now, but I'm still surprised at the little things. The small...echoes that float to the surface. Rostil always kept a hand towel on his left shoulder when he cooked...Sencha would chew on the tip of a holopen when she was really concentrating...and Armo liked to indulge herself just a little bit when she got back from a survey. It's like finding a piece of myself and dusting it off so the colors show through. So, truly, thank you...::he gestured towards his abdomen with a sparkling set of fingers::...from all of us.
Aaand his heart skipped a beat or two as he went through probably every stage of falling in love in about five seconds. If it were possible for him to have almost cartoonish heart eyes, he would have had them. He almost certainly had a deeply swoony expression on his face anyway. He could listen to him talk about things forever. And he only managed to pause that when he realized he was about to start having some sort of domestic little gaydream about him. An internal fluster that caused some of the feathers on his face to puff up just a bit.
Which he tried to instantly smooth out as though he were running his hands through his feathers on purpose.
Dekas: ::with just a little off the excess soft feeling:: Any time, Karrod.
oO Shake it off, Dekas. Shake it off. ::blissful sighing:: Even if he is dreamy. Oo
Niac: Response
Dekas: Well, your friendship makes me feel very… oO gay Oo happy. So I’d say I’m thriving right now.
Niac: Response
Tags / TBC…
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PNPC Lt. Commander Dekas
Counselor
USS Ronin
J239802D12
Pronouns: They/she (player), He/him (character)