text; un: yuheng

[wooden_one]

I need someone who has some skill in medicine making. I need a medicine I brought with me replicated.

I will compensate you for your time.

It is not urgent.

[It is a little bit urgent? Not right now but soon...but is he going to say that? Of course not.]

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[wooden_one]

You--! [He sounds flustered.] Shameless!

[bravelyrunsaway]

Tend to have other things on my mind than shame, love, so you're not wrong. Haven't found any of that for decades yet.

( shame? hah. whatever he does feel towards survivor's guilt is layered in his past and not something he recognises himself. but shame implies something that only very, very few people could make him feel, and none of them are on these storm-caught ships he's drifting on. )

[wooden_one]

Stop calling me 'love'!

[He's angry because he's really flustered now.]

[bravelyrunsaway]

Would you prefer mate?

[wooden_one]

...we're not friends.

[He sounds less flustered but still a little confused (and irritated).]

Why does there need to be any of these...names?

[bravelyrunsaway]

May as well ask why it is I speak a certain way, love. I assure you, with heartfelt sincerity, it's not a jape at your expense.

[wooden_one]

[He's still dying of embarrassment here!!]

...it's improper.

[bravelyrunsaway]

To you, perhaps. Your sense of proper isn't likely to be the same as mine, you agree?

[wooden_one]

[...]

I suppose.

[He agrees with the reluctance of someone forced to concede.]