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[justkind]

Point! [ He sound cheerful about it, though. All the more reason to have a lot of it right this moment.

The agreement has him downright beaming. ]

Dominant housing.

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[notleavingquietly]

[ Did the Doctor-

Well, no, he's been getting laid, Crais is pretty sure. He's definitely curious about what's behind the mood now though, so after telling the Doctor he's on his way--

he's on his way.

When he arrives he openly assesses the Doctor. ]

You're in a good mood. What are we eating?

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[justkind]

[ By now, he's settled cross-legged on the blanket strumming his guitar. Even the melody is more cheerful than usual, quick and light. ]

Am I? [ Still cheeky, obviously. ] I've got peaches, grapefruit and kiwi. [ Sweet, bitter, sour. Running the gamut. ] Chips and salsa, too. Lucky for you that I'm a decent cook this time around.

[ He sets down his guitar and leans forward to start pulling things out. The salsa is in a jar, the chips in a - smaller basket? ]

And I apparently know how to weave baskets, I thought I'd deleted that.

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[notleavingquietly]

What portion of this was actually cooked?

[ Look, it's a fair question given the amount of raw produce (that he loves) - though this time he gravitates toward the chips first, takes one and predictably shoves the whole thing in his mouth to chew, curiously.

It's interesting? And kind of bland.]

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[justkind]

The chips! [ He's trying to sound indignant, but he's still grinning. ] The salsa was more...assembled. But it did take knife skills.

[ Did he cut his fingers more than once? Maybe. ]

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[notleavingquietly]

I'm sure they're fine.

[ He is not impressed. The kiwi is familiar enough but he still bites through the skin before peeling it, while he contemplates the salsa. It's interesting looking, but it's also semi-liquid. ]

Why did you decide to do this on a roof.

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[justkind]

[ He could tell, or show, Crais what one is meant to do with chips and salsa. Or he could sit back and see what Crais does on his own. ]

Everything is better closer to the sky. [ There's a trace of wistfulness, in his smile, but there's nothing heavy in the words. He's enjoying what he's capable of, not dwelling on what he isn't. ]

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[notleavingquietly]

[ He eats the kiwi then somewhat casually opens the salsa to sniff - as a start. ]

Is that your way of saying sex in space is better?

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[justkind]

[ His smirk is shameless, as he reaches over to snag a peach from the basket. ]

Yes.

[notleavingquietly]

[ He grabs a grapefruit and starts to peel it. He'll use that as a spoon, darn it. ]

What's the best sex you've had - presumably it was in space. Who was it with?

[justkind]

River.

[ For the first time, his voice is a bit heavier, though it doesn't actually drag him down. He bites into his peach, savours the sweetness. ]

She disappeared, you know, and I'm still not entirely sure how to feel about it. [ Which in and of itself makes him feel guilty, usually, but right now - it just is what it is. ]

[notleavingquietly]

[ He finishes peeling the grapefruit and then it's salsa and bitter citrus and frell no bad. ]

She disappeared from here or from the larger... universe you came from?

[justkind]

Here. [ Well. Home too, depending on your definition, but fortunately he's distracted from that by snickering behind his hand and finally taking pity on Crais. ]

The salsa's for the chips.

[notleavingquietly]

Good, because they certainly aren't fantastic alone.

[ He's also much more willing to do that to get the terrible combination out of his mouth and with the salsa the chips are actually very, surprisingly, good. ]

How long has she been gone?

[justkind]

You're lucky I haven't finished this peach. [ He still hefts it like a projectile, before taking another bite instead of actually throwing it.

He never quite stops smiling, though it turns wistful as he considers the question. ]

I can't be certain. I could track the information down, but it feels a bit - pointless.

[ Masochistic. Had they been thinking each other, the moment she disappeared? How much more could they have done, here, before Darilium? ]

[notleavingquietly]

[ He nearly laughs at the near throw but then the Doctor goes on and says that, leaving Crais staring at him. ]

That's remarkably healthy for you....

[justkind]

[ His head cocks, and he taps his lips with his peach. ]

I suppose so.

[ Then he shrugs, smirking a little. ]

Your influence, probably.

[notleavingquietly]

"You're how old?"

Meaning: No. He doesn't think so. He's arrogant but that's a stretch too far. The guy has clearly known some actually healthy people.

"Does Bashir know where you are?"

[justkind]

"Three thousand?" Yep, not even trying to obfuscate that he's probably closer to three than two.

"Bashir is working." He deftly twirls the peach around before taking another bite. "But I left a note."

Well. He wrote rooftop picnic with crais on the whiteboard in a twist on the cipher they've been playing with.

[notleavingquietly]

"Well, you're doing better than the other unbelievably old former soldier I know," he says, sounding awfully fond. "Would you agree to a tracking chip in your collar?" Detour. He'll be back in a moment.

[justkind]

His head cocks, as he puts together unbelievably old with people Crais cares about.

Then he laughs out loud and waggles his peach at him. "You, my friend, have a type. Also, no."

[notleavingquietly]

He gives the Doctor a look that is patently offended. "I do not have a type."

[justkind]

"Don't you?" He spins the peach around again before taking another bite. "Describe Cyram in five words or less."

[notleavingquietly]

He tilts his head and narrows his eyes and - "An absolute and total asshole." That was weirdly sweet. Gotta keep Cyram's secrets, right? While also evading any points.

[justkind]

He considers Crais very seriously.

Then he considers the peach, which is only half finished.

Then he throws it anyway.