There's something terribly wrong with your muffler.

[chore_boy]

Who: The PENGUINS oh and ao kiji i guess
Where: Fibers of Georgia
When: May 29th - ??? Undetermined.
What: No shenanigans. This is dead serious stuff right here.
Warnings: Shenanigans.
Style: Wait did I say shenanigans? Action/Log friendly.
Status: OPEN to crew, anyone who's also on the island, idk???

[Remember to date your posts! I'll update this thing with even stuff if need be. Also, Kuzan has to clean up those shards of wood from every time he bangs his head on a doorway.]

Comments

[chore_boy]

Ahhh. Interesting. I suppose you prefer my behavior when I'm more shy and nervous?

[He carelessly tapped some ash out of his pipe.]

[delicate_maiden]

Huh? Um...maybe? I mean, sometimes it can be a total hassle, but you're freaking me out right now. Are you sure you're feeling okay? Do you need an exorcist?

[Can't hurt to ask, right?]

[chore_boy]

...Nonsense. My name is Coby and I'm a Captain of the Marines.

[He flipped his pipe and drew his hand into his robe for more tobacco.]

If I identify as such, shouldn't my identity be clear?

[delicate_maiden]

No, no! See, okay, it's like this: You're usually all "aaaah!" but now you're acting like cool and stuff. Like, I'm pretty sure if someone offered you a pipe and tobacco before you'd be like "Oh no! I couldn't! What if it messed up my breathing! I've been working so hard on that! And it could make a mess! No! How terrible! I'd never get all the ash cleaned up!" and then you'd, like, break out in a cold sweat until you found the broom just so you knew it was still there.

[Or something like that. She nods sagely, sure she's explained it quite well this time.]

[chore_boy]

[Coby listened, his expression turning more and more deadened as Kai progressed. As she finished, he took one little toke off of the pipe and--]

I see. You possessed such a low opinion of me?

[delicate_maiden]

Huh? No? You're just really, um, flaily?

[Yeah, she worries that he's going to fret himself into oblivion, but it's not like she looks down on him or anything. Far be it for her to criticize anyone for being too high strung.]

[chore_boy]

It seems as if your definition of me is one that doesn't seem 'cool'. Unless you mean 'cool headed', I'm fairly certain that constitutes as derision.

[There was a thin stream of smoke leaving his lips.]

Perhaps you've only chosen poor phrasing?

[delicate_maiden]

Huh?

[Too many words with too many syllables. Brain shutting down.]

Do you want people to think you're cool or something? Is that what's going on? Because you're kinda doing it wrong.

[chore_boy]

I haven't any clue what on Earth you're getting at, young lady. [Not that Kai was all that much younger than he was--]

I'm enjoying a smoke. Beyond that, nothing else.