Hey, I didn't say your face did it! You can flirt with a lot of things. Don't you humans literally say, "flirt with death?"

That sounds like you might have flirted too much.

||love to weaponize sunder

She sunder on my shitpost til I

aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

beneath the layers of her too-fancy-for-this-planet coat, the young man interjects,

"The streets aren't gettin' much friendlier. I brought in a guard this time, a little peace of mind for both of us, eh?"

and a race he can't recall the name of yet; he didn't need his studies of the locals and the nuances of their body language to read her immediate hostility towards his uninvited guest.

But before she can snarl, before she reaches for a weapon he swears he can [feel]

"Whatever you say, pal." 'Trust,' in a place like this - yeah, right. But at least with his hood drawn, the guy almost looked the part of some silent partner in this questionable deal.

It's not a moment too soon, either. From around the bend appears a lone woman of middling age

Grovel before me. | And what, smell your stench? I'd rather you kill me here and now.

Somehow, Dariop interacted.

Unfortunately,

Dank farrik, Ailey, was it [that] bad?!

[He coughs a little in his haste to ask. With another quick swig, like that's gonna clear out what choked him, he sets his own bottle of something aside, and sighs.]

Alright, if you're about this, hit me with your best. Or worst, depending.

W-well, uh... yeah, I mean, yeah- I'm no slouch.

[He clears his throat - and reminds himself that this guy's been harassing Ailey for days. Get it together, pal!]

That's a real reassuring sentence.

I'm a simple man, I'm not askin' for much.

[He wins, and he grins with the sweet feeling of victory.]

I know, I know, it was kinda cheesy.

Well, y'know, I could really use a shoulder to cry on, a hot meal, ten credits...

To make innuendos?? Are you doin' okay?

[He cracks his open - with gusto, now - and flops back on the nearest soft surface to down a gulp. He drinks seldom enough that he pulls a face at the burn of it.]

Without my [REDACTED]???

No, but some rest and relaxation might be kinda mice.

Man, no one retires out here, huh?

Are we?

[He squeezes aside as best he can to let her past. He gets a nice pang in his side from some wayward crate for the trouble.]

Not what I said! I just don't think you wanna hear me [try.]

That guy's a little e-rat-ic.

Oh, I'm [incredibly] dainty. I think she broke my heart...

(cue obvious, overdramatic sniffling)

...Mind if I join you, actually?

NOT for innuendos, I don't think I could manage one if you paid me. Just a drink, it's been a long karkin' week.

Into it? What, like two people just slagging each other off?

[cough]

Well, I didn't think you [were.] Pretty sure you wouldn't be using innuendos as a threat, unless you flirt like a lunatic.

That mean lady over there! I was just mindin' my business!