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