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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)

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[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[The surfboard drop and surrender has him almost feeling like an asshole. Generally, Mordecai wouldn't give a damn but Mikaela has managed to work her way into the 'friend' category in record time. He frowns slightly.]

The ship's what had you doing crazy shit, yeah? Don't worry about it.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She looks a little sheepish, and she tries to smile.]

Yeah, took...a deal with the mirrors, said they'd send me home. Course they didn't. [She shrugs.]

Still...I said and did some pretty uncool things.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[He's watching her like a hawk, and then shrugging and glancing off down the beach.]

The shield took the most of your hits and everything said? [He smirks.] I've heard worse. Trust me on that.

[Bothered as he might of been by what happened, Mordecai isn't one to get his feelings hurt. Generally.

...Mostly.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

I didn't mean it. [She drops to sit on her board, chin in her hand.] I said a lot of nasty stuff to a lot of close friends.

Just...cause you heard worse doesn't make me less sorry.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[He's really not good at this stuff. Emotions. Feelings. It's all stuff that Mordecai leaves for someone else to worry about while he goes on his selfish way.

He's having a harder time convincing himself that it's still like that lately.]

You made a choice, shit happened. It's over now so... [Another shrug.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Y-yeah. My own fault, I know. [She stares at her hands. While occasionally selfish and superficial herself, Mikaela cares deeply for te people she calls her friends.]

Do you hate me?

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[The question was not what he was expecting. Mordecai gives Mikaela an 'are you fucking crazy?' look.]

What the hell? No. No hard feelings, alright?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[See, and that's how she knows things are cool with this one. Instead of coddling her, he gives her a 'bitch u crazy' look.

She grins at him.]

Good. Hate to have to kick your ass again.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[With the grin, Mordecai breathes a mental sigh of relief. He cracks a smile of his own and flops down on the sand beside her.]

You wanna fight me, little girl? I could use a good laugh.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She grins over at him.]

Don't be like that, you're just mad cause I beat you up last time.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah. I'm shaking in my boots.

[He digs his bare feet into the sand.]

You pack a punch, I'll give you that much.

[Mordecai chuckles before casting her a semi-serious look.]

What had you so worried I was gonna hate you? Others giving you trouble?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Should be.

[She cheerfully pushes her wet hair out of her face.]

Not so much trouble, really...[She shrugs.]

Got into an argument with Sal while I was crazy-fied, and we said some not so nice things, and it ended up having not so great results. [Like...her saying 'lets be friends for now'.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[His amusement fades a touch and Mordecai nods. He is blissfully unaware of Mikaela's relationship with Sal, and hasn't met the guy, so his opinion isn't exactly valid.]

Sal is your...?

[He's not even going to think about how weird it would be for someone to ask if Lilith was his girlfriend. Some things are just too strange.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Friend. I dunno what...we were before.

[She doesn't know anymore. Mikaela's not used to dating other people anymore anyway, for two years it had been Sam and then the boat craziness...she's done dating. For like, ever. She just wants to go home, dammit.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[He raises and eyebrow and casts her a sidelong look. Mordecai is quiet for a brief moment before sighing and muttering to himself.]

I know that feeling.

[Since this is uncomfortable ground for both of them, Mordecai turns his attention to the surfboard Mikaela is sitting on.]

Surfboard, right?

[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.