Lt. JG Om-Zora - Birds of a feather
Ace Christensen
((Zeyva’s Kitchen, Clean Hall Lounge, Deck 6, USS Ronin))
Om-Zora didn’t really know why he’d agreed to this. Or how this had really happened. Or at least refused to try and parse through the feelings of why. He simply didn’t have time to unpack it all. But there she was clinging to his arm, and there he was letting her.
Willingly.
And he wasn’t even truly uncomfortable with the touch. There was only mild discomfort with the immediate public display of that affection.
Then again, it was Madame Thoné. He was pretty sure she wouldn’t mind so long as he learned how to appreciate the art of the food in some way.
Thoné: Robin! Om-Zora!
He nodded his head to her quietly.
Robin: Mother, please meet my date, Om-Zora.
Ah. So this was Robin’s mother. He should have considered it when he realized she was Klowahkan.
Om-Zora: Evening, Zeyva.
He saw no reason to pretend he didn’t know her at least a little. He even accepted the small peck on the head she gave them before gesturing them into their seats. She handed a napkin to Robin. And then seemed to immediately assume he didn’t know what he was doing.
oO Of course, she doesn’t. Oo
If anyone knew him at all they’d find he had a slight sense of humor about it. Not that one could tell from his facial expression, really.
Thoné: Here, darling, let me.
Robin looked between her mother and him.
Robin: Mother, please! He knows how to wear a napkin!
Thoné: Don’t speak to your mother like that.
Om-Zora: I do know. But it’s alright. I don’t have as much familiarity with the Klowahkan way, I suppose.
oO Though I don’t know if it’s any different from any other way. Oo
To keep the peace, he let Zeyva tuck the napkin into his uniform. However, as she was finishing up, making sure he was ready to eat correctly, the door to the clean hall opened.
Thoné: Guests! Please, come and sit down!
Om-Zora looked over and saw Quentin Beck. It wasn’t that he had a direct problem with the man. He most certainly didn’t. He barely knew him, really. But he had an infamously terrible sense of humor. Technically, they had at one point both worked in the medical department. But he was somewhat unsure if Quentin Beck really knew him anyhow. They’d never really talked more than an in-passing work dynamic. Something that, up until this point, he took a little bit of pride in.
Quentin Beck, he secretly feared, was someone who could potentially make him seem almost personable in this scenario. And he did not need strangers thinking they could so easily approach him in friendship.
And he didn’t know the one called Evinrude at all, and thus had no known opinion of him formed… yet.
Om-Zora: ::in a monotone:: Evening to you both.
He would be… polite at least. It didn’t mean he liked them.
Beck/Evinrude/Robin/Thoné: Response
Om-Zora: I didn’t realize there would be more people.
Beck/Evinrude/Robin/Thoné: Response
Om-Zora: Well, you know what they say. Birds of a feather, and all that.
oO Why did I say that? Oo
He immediately cringed internally. He’d been spending too much time with Dekas and Odette recently, and he was certain it showed just then.
Beck/Evinrude/Robin/Thoné: Response
Tags / TBC…
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Lt. JG Om-Zora
Science Officer
USS Ronin
J239802D12
Pronouns: They/she (player), He/him (character)