"Listen," John nodded towards Smith, "You really aren't adept at the whole 'keeping cool' thing," He then looked over to Luca, who was taking a swig of drink from the fridge, "Besides, I'm not going to argue with the Captain."
"Besides, Vincent's been unusually sleepy recently," Luca said, noticing that the door outside Vincent's room didn't have a pit trap dug into it, just like he did on Nepleslia Prime, "I think he's losing his touch, and I need some heavy gear in this mission,"
He motioned to Ivan, "Ivan is our heavy gear."
"For the moment anyways," commented Ivan as he reached into a his coat for a smoke, a move which instantly drew the attention of everyone in the room. When his hand emerged with pack in hand he glanced up at the scouring eyes and merely smirked.
"Beer?" Luca asked nobody in particular, motioning to the fridge.
Naoko raised a hand, lazily, still watching Ivan speculatively.
"Beer it is!" Luca replied as he reached into the fridge, and tossed a cold one to Naoko, "Catch!" A flick of her eyes, and a snap of her hand, snaking out from the too-long sleeve of her Haori jacket, and Naoko had the bottle. Taking her eyes from Ivan, and her hand from the axe handle, she began to fiddle with the bottlecap. Then she bit at it, until it came off.
And for some reason, the silence she gave off after the speech drew Smith's attention more than anything else. He slowly took Ivan out of his sights, and tucked the weapon away inside his suit before glancing at Naoko, just as she reached up and grasped at the beer that flew her way. 'Messy. Unfitting.' he thought.
Then the sleeve of her haori jacket slid down to her shoulder, revealing more of her arm, shoulder, and a little of what was beyond. The Origin Representative turned his head away as casually as he could, and made for the refrigerator, getting a beer of his own. As he took the cap off with a bare hand, his eyes settled upon each person in turn, looking at Naoko last, with the briefest of glances. His heart still pumped away, pushing and swirling about his angry, hate filled feelings for Nekos inside his mind. 'At least my little brother and sisters don't have to deal with this crap.' he thought.
The earlier video call came to mind. He tried to push it away, but he couldn't. How could he? They were his family. But, they told him to...'Be nice to Nekos.' Why?! He took a sip of his beer and mulled over it.
Looking directly at the pissant and noticing the direction of his glances Ivan couldn't help but comment, "Got a skin fetish there buddy?" he asked Smith directly. This observation caused Luca to take off some of his jacket to show off his shoulders. He waggled his eyebrows comically in Smith's direction. Naoko almost snorted beer, turning away to laugh.
Smith took another sip of his beer before replying. "Better a skin fetish than an incest fetish." he replied, briefly tilting the beer bottle towards Ivan. He looked at Naoko again, this time quite frankly, without trying to hide his gaze. 'The thing does look miserable in clothing like that.' He thought, giving a little ground to his younger siblings' argument.
Aware of his attention, Naoko - recovering - pulled her sleeve and jacket back up over the ill-fitted shirt. The look she gave him was one of mild, suspicious curiosity. She took another drink of beer.
"Aw no peep show?" Snarked Ivan before dropping the cancer stick to the floor and smashing it into oblivion. The question was answered with silence. An ear twitched. Lightly. This merely resulted in a wider grin on Ivan's part.
Watching it, or as his siblings would insist for some reason, 'her' move around in the clothing like that only made him think some more. It was a blood thirsty (literally, if hemosynthetics could be counted as blood), sex crazed little psychopath, but what was perhaps the still soft part of Matthew called out at him; 'Just look at it!' Which he did, and frowned. He wasn't going to like this, but if he did this and said it didn't work, his siblings would let it rest for good, and never bother him again over it. He sighed out loud.
"We need to go shopping later Naoko. I cannot work with someone so unprofessionally dressed." He pointed his beer bottle at Ivan. "You too." This resulted in a very old but very effective hand gesture from the other Nepleslian, a singular 'finger' of defiance.
At that though, Smith downed the beer in a single go, and put the empty bottle aside. He then put one closed fist up, and pretended to start turning an invisible crank, at which his own 'finger' rose up, complete with the mimicry of squeaking cogs.
"Ku-ri, ku-ri, ku-ri, ku-ri, POM!" Naoko hummed, following a tune that resembled, at least vaguely, a jack-in-the-box. She articulated with the end of the now-empty bottle. "Sounds like you two are pretty good friends, now, ne?"
Luca replied to this exchange with a colloquial shrug, "Yep," He said before taking a deep swig, indicating that he wanted to get to business.
"However, discussing who's into what isn't why we're here, we're here to plan how to get Enzo's ship back and getting some armaments together if everything goes balls over buttocks," He then made a correction, "When everything goes balls over buttocks."
"Well that's rather simple, we kick the door and kill anything that moves," responded Ivan, patting his holstered 45.
"Good thinking, I like that," John nodded in mock agreement with Ivan, "Ladies, gentlemen, we have a tactical genius amongst us."
"Though if we fail at this considering some of us like sharp pointy objects over lead, there's always employing the proper application of high explosives" said Ivan, seemingly recalling a past event.
"I think we want the ship in one piece," Luca wryly smiled at Ivan's train of thought. He then looked over to Enzo, "So, who do you think would lay a trap for you? Because this seems too good to be true," He tried to remember some of Enzo's table anecdotes, remembering offhandedly mentions of Yamataians and the Reds, "Think - of all the people you've conned - who'd have the stones to con you back?"
"Besides, Vincent's been unusually sleepy recently," Luca said, noticing that the door outside Vincent's room didn't have a pit trap dug into it, just like he did on Nepleslia Prime, "I think he's losing his touch, and I need some heavy gear in this mission,"
He motioned to Ivan, "Ivan is our heavy gear."
"For the moment anyways," commented Ivan as he reached into a his coat for a smoke, a move which instantly drew the attention of everyone in the room. When his hand emerged with pack in hand he glanced up at the scouring eyes and merely smirked.
"Beer?" Luca asked nobody in particular, motioning to the fridge.
Naoko raised a hand, lazily, still watching Ivan speculatively.
"Beer it is!" Luca replied as he reached into the fridge, and tossed a cold one to Naoko, "Catch!" A flick of her eyes, and a snap of her hand, snaking out from the too-long sleeve of her Haori jacket, and Naoko had the bottle. Taking her eyes from Ivan, and her hand from the axe handle, she began to fiddle with the bottlecap. Then she bit at it, until it came off.
And for some reason, the silence she gave off after the speech drew Smith's attention more than anything else. He slowly took Ivan out of his sights, and tucked the weapon away inside his suit before glancing at Naoko, just as she reached up and grasped at the beer that flew her way. 'Messy. Unfitting.' he thought.
Then the sleeve of her haori jacket slid down to her shoulder, revealing more of her arm, shoulder, and a little of what was beyond. The Origin Representative turned his head away as casually as he could, and made for the refrigerator, getting a beer of his own. As he took the cap off with a bare hand, his eyes settled upon each person in turn, looking at Naoko last, with the briefest of glances. His heart still pumped away, pushing and swirling about his angry, hate filled feelings for Nekos inside his mind. 'At least my little brother and sisters don't have to deal with this crap.' he thought.
The earlier video call came to mind. He tried to push it away, but he couldn't. How could he? They were his family. But, they told him to...'Be nice to Nekos.' Why?! He took a sip of his beer and mulled over it.
Looking directly at the pissant and noticing the direction of his glances Ivan couldn't help but comment, "Got a skin fetish there buddy?" he asked Smith directly. This observation caused Luca to take off some of his jacket to show off his shoulders. He waggled his eyebrows comically in Smith's direction. Naoko almost snorted beer, turning away to laugh.
Smith took another sip of his beer before replying. "Better a skin fetish than an incest fetish." he replied, briefly tilting the beer bottle towards Ivan. He looked at Naoko again, this time quite frankly, without trying to hide his gaze. 'The thing does look miserable in clothing like that.' He thought, giving a little ground to his younger siblings' argument.
Aware of his attention, Naoko - recovering - pulled her sleeve and jacket back up over the ill-fitted shirt. The look she gave him was one of mild, suspicious curiosity. She took another drink of beer.
"Aw no peep show?" Snarked Ivan before dropping the cancer stick to the floor and smashing it into oblivion. The question was answered with silence. An ear twitched. Lightly. This merely resulted in a wider grin on Ivan's part.
Watching it, or as his siblings would insist for some reason, 'her' move around in the clothing like that only made him think some more. It was a blood thirsty (literally, if hemosynthetics could be counted as blood), sex crazed little psychopath, but what was perhaps the still soft part of Matthew called out at him; 'Just look at it!' Which he did, and frowned. He wasn't going to like this, but if he did this and said it didn't work, his siblings would let it rest for good, and never bother him again over it. He sighed out loud.
"We need to go shopping later Naoko. I cannot work with someone so unprofessionally dressed." He pointed his beer bottle at Ivan. "You too." This resulted in a very old but very effective hand gesture from the other Nepleslian, a singular 'finger' of defiance.
At that though, Smith downed the beer in a single go, and put the empty bottle aside. He then put one closed fist up, and pretended to start turning an invisible crank, at which his own 'finger' rose up, complete with the mimicry of squeaking cogs.
"Ku-ri, ku-ri, ku-ri, ku-ri, POM!" Naoko hummed, following a tune that resembled, at least vaguely, a jack-in-the-box. She articulated with the end of the now-empty bottle. "Sounds like you two are pretty good friends, now, ne?"
Luca replied to this exchange with a colloquial shrug, "Yep," He said before taking a deep swig, indicating that he wanted to get to business.
"However, discussing who's into what isn't why we're here, we're here to plan how to get Enzo's ship back and getting some armaments together if everything goes balls over buttocks," He then made a correction, "When everything goes balls over buttocks."
"Well that's rather simple, we kick the door and kill anything that moves," responded Ivan, patting his holstered 45.
"Good thinking, I like that," John nodded in mock agreement with Ivan, "Ladies, gentlemen, we have a tactical genius amongst us."
"Though if we fail at this considering some of us like sharp pointy objects over lead, there's always employing the proper application of high explosives" said Ivan, seemingly recalling a past event.
"I think we want the ship in one piece," Luca wryly smiled at Ivan's train of thought. He then looked over to Enzo, "So, who do you think would lay a trap for you? Because this seems too good to be true," He tried to remember some of Enzo's table anecdotes, remembering offhandedly mentions of Yamataians and the Reds, "Think - of all the people you've conned - who'd have the stones to con you back?"
