ship status + action

[piacularis]

For a brief period of about ten minutes, the lights all over the ship flicker and fade before returning to normal.

Several hours later, a very tense young blond man dressed entirely in black leather with an angry scar over the left side of his face can be found trying the cabin doors. He’s methodical, moves floor by floor, tests each door in turn; locked doors are discarded in the testing sequence, but any cabin left unlocked will find Mello entering and searching for something in a similarly systematic manner before moving on to the next. Maybe the next one is yours?

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[piacularis]

Murmur's answer is entirely reasonable, from the perspective of pure logic, but people, in Mello's experience, are much more complicated. Kindness offered with nothing expected in return feels like a trap to someone as paranoid and distrustful as Mello, and even as he nods, he expects to have the proverbial rug yanked out from under him.

"It's been a long time since I've met anyone so trusting of complete strangers." In his world, it's a foolish move, with the potential to result in death. But this isn't his world anymore, and while that isn't enough to shake his paranoia, it's enough to allow Mello to relax a small fractional amount.

"Yes, I'd appreciate the loan, until I'm able to procure my own. Thank you," he adds, because he does remember what manners are. He's not entirely feral.

[albatrossomen]

People are not always logical, it's true, and honestly even if Mello did steal from him it wasn't one of the things that was going to upset Murmur. Angels didn't have a particularly strong sense of property ownership. What use did they have for material things? So long as it wasn't his feathers he really wouldn't mind. That said, he didn't think Mello was going to steal from him. Cagey as he was he didn't detect dishonesty from him.

Perhaps a bit of genuine altruism will help soften those wounds that built such paranoid walls. Murmur offered a faint smile and something of a vague shrug. "The world may be cruel, but I do not have to make it crueler." He offered as he stepped aside to go dig out the jacket in question, leaving the door open so they could continue to talk. He didn't directly invite Mello in, somehow that felt like it might be too friendly for him.

He returned with the long leather duster. A bit much, probably, but better than nothing. After checking to make sure he hadn't left anything strange in the pockets he offered it out to the man.