stefanged | Drift Fleet

[What a polite greeting...]

I'm actually in the med bay right now. Thanks for the heads-up; I'll try to have tea ready by the time you get here.

Do you prefer black or green?

[The tea isn't special treatment, promise. Stefan's unfortunately addicted and thus never really without a mug in his hand.]

Edited 2016-03-07 01:44 (UTC)

[ It's something, okay. Sasuke does pause at the mention of tea but unfortunately has not become tech-savvy enough to really master the dual art of texting and traveling effectively at the same time, so there's no immediate response.

Instead it comes about a minute later. Rudely. ]

I'm here. And green.

Got it. I'll see you soon.

[Not enough time to brew the good stuff, unfortunately. Stefan'll make do with the tea from the dispenser. Still, he's got a few cookies ready for Sasuke.

He'll head out into the hallway, checking the cargo bay with his two mugs of tea,] Sasuke?

[ Sasuke's about to type in a quick reply when he hears his name, immediately glancing over from where he's loitering right in the middle of the cargo bay like an inconsiderate asshole. His own appearance isn't particularly intimidating and doesn't really match his authoritative attitude -- 5'6", slender despite being muscled, his left arm missing just a few inches below the shoulder -- until his face is brought into the equation.

That expression is so severe and dour, dark eyes quickly looking Stefan over as if he's sizing him up for a fist fight. Maybe he should just be glad that he pronounced his name correctly. ]

Ah. There you are. I read the books.

[Stefan stiffens under that gaze. He's not particularly sure why he is, since he's significantly taller at 5' 11" with a muscular build. His loose jacket and dark jeans can't entirely hide his muscles, though he's trying to.

(Considering he's here with a drink, the last thing he wants is a fight.)

That surprise melts away in seconds, however, as he warmly holds out the mug of green tea. It's still pretty warm.]

Glad to hear it. [a little nervously,] I hope you liked them.

[ The stare doesn't lighten up until the tea is offered and even then there's no hint of a smile on a permanently impassive face, tucking his communicator away in order to take the cup. ]

... [ A single sip. ]

Hm. [ What a completely unhelpfully noncommittal noise of judgment. ] Are we just going to stand here, then, or have you prepared a place to sit and discuss them?

[Is the tea good? Bad? Somewhere in-between?? Stefan suspects he'll never know the answer, so he switches gears as soon as he's offered the opportunity.]

I was thinking the med bay, actually? [Even if he has to share the space with Shinjiro now, his crewmate isn't in right now.]

Unless you'd prefer the kitchen.

I have no strong preference. A room is a room.

[ He actually seems to be smelling that tea now, just getting a waft or two of the aroma. Even this seems to be assigned an unnecessary degree of severity. ]

Is it pronounced 'Stefan'? [ Which is said 'Steefawn'. In no universe is this okay. ]

[That's a new one, actually! His involuntary twitch is the only sign that it bothers him, because he doesn't otherwise change facial expression as he gestures towards the hallway.]

Close. It's more like 'Stéf-in.'

[Which isn't remotely close to how Sasuke pronounced it, but details.]

... that wasn't even remotely close. Don't patronize me over something so unimportant as a first name.

[ A sharp overreaction perhaps even if his tone remains calm, following Stefan's direction. ]

Understood?

[He stiffens. Wait, was he supposed to be apologizing for the truth?]

It's okay. I wasn't exactly saying my name over the device.

I'll assume it's not an uncommon name in your world, but to my knowledge it doesn't exist in mine.

[ No, decidedly not.

Despite Sasuke's professed lack of preference he takes a turn towards the med bay, glad that the ships more or less possess similar layouts to make navigating them that much easier. ]

'Sasuke' is much more well-known.

Right, though it's uncommon where I come from. People called me Istafan for years.

[He follows Sasuke into the med bay, though he has this nagging feeling that he should've led them.]

Huh. What does your name mean?

... the name itself has no specific meaning. There was a famous ninja in my world by the name of Sarutobi Sasuke, the father of my village's third leader. My mother gave me his name in hopes that I would be like him.

[ He still has his mug of tea in hand though the next sip is more conservative, his judgement becoming less and less ambiguous. ]

[A sudden shiver runs down his spine. Had he said the wrong thing?]

Oh. [...] Did you want to be much like him?

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