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[bastardbytrade]

[Mordecai's been chilling out at crustacian cove and mostly keeping to himself since he went and got himself killed. He's relaxing more than he usually allows and rather enjoying being off the ship.

Until of course his comm sprays him in the face with water. With an angry scowl he snarls into the comm.]

I'm not fucking talking right now.

[That said, he clicks it off and promptly throws the comm to land with his boots, vest, mask and shield that have been neglected on the sand behind him. He's just gonna sit and soak up the silence. It's been too long since Mordecai has had a chance to just... stop.]


(ooc: come ruin his silence. kick sand at him. tackle him. spill your drink on him. HE'D LOVE YOU FOR IT REALLY. 8D)

Comments

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...Yeah. [Oh Mordecai. Get out of her heeeead~]

Huh? [She looks down, then nods and grins.] Yep, surfboard. Grew up in California, it's like...a requirement that I know how.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[He cracks a half smile of his own.]

Lucky you. I've never surfed. No waves where I grew up and even if there were, there was always other stuff to take care of.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She taps the board with a smile.]

Well, they say there's no time like the present. Wanna learn?

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[There's a pause while he considers. Mordecai nods.]

Might as well. It's not like I'm doing anything else.

[And if he's in the water, the comm can't bother him.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She grins, and hops to her feet, extending a hand.]

Great! C'mon.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[It's a good thing hand contact has never been an interest of his. Innocent as it might be, taking Mikaela's hand and being seen by his ally is practically an invitation to be set on fire.

Not that he'll admit to that reasoning. He's a big tough merc after all.

Rather than take her hand, Mordecai gets up on his own and goes about pulling his shirt over his head. He's got some nice scars happening, more than a few from his line of work but most notably, bullet scars up his back from his encounter with Jennifer's firing squad.]

Let's do this.

[Mordecai grins.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[Oh, totally rough and tough.

When he doesn't take her hand, she's bent and picking up her board and heading to the water.]

Hope you can keep up!

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Mordecai's keeping up just fine for the moment, though he's having to job a few steps to catch up.]

I'm a fast learner. [Pause to smirk.] Though it does depend on how good a teacher you are.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

The best one around. [She tosses the heavy board into the water, then splashes in after it. The waves seem to be perfect here for this, so it ought to be a pretty easy lesson. She has no doubt he'll figure this out quick, once she's explained the basics of it.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[With an air of smug, Mordecai follows her into the water and stops a short way in, water reaching somewhere between his knees and his waist. He stops there and folds his arms across his chest, regarding Mikaela with amused interest.]

Go on then. Prove it.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Alright. [She flings him a grin, then tosses her board down and makes to paddle out. *insert technical surfing terms here* Look at her go! What a pro!]