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Uh. So, uh. What up!

[ Skinny, scrawny guy on the video feed here. Jesse is trying to appear confident, together, like he ain't bothered by any of the shit that's been going on, or the fact that he's apparently lost an entire freakin' year of his life partying with a bunch of mantis freaks. There's something wide-eyed and twitchy about him, though. Off-screen, his leg is jiggling up and down anxiously.

He might be high. Because waiting for him in the mail was a whole two ounces of meth, and what was the first thing Jesse did after spending a while staring at the two baggies of crystal, trying to will away the gnawing temptation to take a bump? He slammed a bump. Lit up that meth pipe that had been shipped in the mail with the meth when his willpower finally caved. What better way to try and drown out how scared he is and how much he wishes like hell Mr. White was here, because Mr. White would know what to do.

Of course, Jesse might not seem high to look at over the video feed. Just anxious and on edge. In fact, that's pretty much exactly how he's coming across. ]

Uh. So, uh. Name's Jesse, yo. I'm, uh. Guess I'm kinda one of the newer kids on the block around here.

[ Pausing a moment while he smears his hand down his face and rubs the back of his neck. That hand drops away as he fixes his attention back on the screen. ]

Anyway, um. I'm-I'm all outta smokes, and I was wondering if, uhh. If anybody's got any smokes to spare. Like, cigarettes. Or… whatever.

[ Another pause. Another anxious rub of the back of his neck. He so badly wants to say something about… everything. Those mantis people. The fact that they'd been drugged. The fact that he's a year older, just like that. Not to mention all the goddamn robots and other weird shit he's still trying to wrap his puny brain around. But instead… ]

I'll… I'll find a way to pay you back. Dunno how yet, but I'll think of something. Um. So, yeah. Just. Lemme know or whatever. No problem if nobody's got any.

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[ It's a marked difference from how the kid had carried himself in the initial broadcast, and that's enough to tip Snake off. He's trained in how to read people, and right now this guy has taken on a front of being uninterested. The way that anyone would behave when negotiating for something that they desperately want, basically. ]

Forget material goods. [ Snake shrugs a shoulder and takes a drag on his smoke, just to rub it in. Look, he's probably going to hand over at least a few cigarettes to hold the kid over until the next mail drop, he's not cruel. But he's going to run through a few questions first. ] Got any skills?

[ Jesse watches the smoke drift out of the guy's mouth with his foot now starting to jiggle as well. Asshole is doing that deliberately, isn't he? ]

Like what?

[ There's that nervous energy coming into play again. Snake almost feels bad, if only because he's been there before, he knows what it's like when the nicotine addiction rears its ugly head.

Still, this is a good way to get information from someone who's relatively new to the ship, so... ]

Any good in a fight? Or maybe you're a good negotiator? Or you know how to fix things when they break. The sky's the limit here, kid.

[ ...Definitely not good in a fight. Not a good negotiator (at least, Jesse doesn't think so, anyway). And... pretty much everything he tries to fix, literally or figuratively, almost always winds up more fucked up than it already was. (This is especially true figuratively.) The only two things Jesse knows how to do exceptionally well is make meth and fuck. And like he's gonna offer up either of those skills.

That nervous energy ramps up a notch. He's seriously got jack to negotiate with here, hasn't he? And that asshole is sitting there smoking a cigarette, rubbing it in his face. He run his tongue along his lower lip in agitation. What would Mr. White do? ]

How 'bout you tell me what you want and I'll see if we can work somethin' out. 'Cause I figure you ain't just showing off your smoke stash just to be a dick. Or who knows, maybe you are.

[ That isn't very promising, but Snake is still stuck between this kid literally having no marketable skills and just being unwilling to share them. If it's the latter, then it's probably because those skills are not exactly savory.

Either way, he's probably given him enough of a hard time at this point to just let it go. It doesn't mean that Jesse won't owe Snake something if that moment ever comes up. ]

An IOU works for me, if you really can't come up with anything. [ Snake shrugs one shoulder and takes another drag, but then lifts his arm up to center the video feed on his face. ] I can lend you a few until you can get your own in the mail drop. Name a place.

[ ...Really? Jesse was expecting the guy to just be a dick, rather than actually compromise. Or maybe he shouldn't have expected that, come to think of it, with the way the guy seems willing to negotiate.

Either way, suddenly Jesse is less defensive and more... cautiously hopeful. ]

...Seriously?

[ OOC: if this is too old/too late, i totally understand. it's my fault for missing your tag (though, I'm not sure how that happened...). If you want to continue, sweet; if you'd prefer to handwave, feel free to PM me! ]

[ Snake doesn't usually mind helping people if they don't give him a reason not to, but having his time wasted certainly makes him less interested in it.

He rolls his eyes and sighs. ]

Yeah, kid, seriously.

[ Don't make him regret this. ]

[ Well, he's definitely hopeful now. Chewing his lower lip at the tantalising promise of nicotine. Then, wanting the guy to believe him: ]

I'll make it up to you, I swear.

We'll see.

[ Snake isn't all that convinced, honestly, but he's already said he'd help the kid out so that's what he's going to do. ]

So, where are you?

Moro deck.

...I can come meet you somewhere, though. If that's easier.

I can make it there.

[ It's not like the decks are far from each other. They're basically just stacked on top of one another, so all he has to do is move down a couple floors.

To that end, he stands up and heads out of his room, the background shifting around behind him. ]

Got a room number?

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WOW i somehow completely missed your tag

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aaand then i wound up on an unexpected hiatus due to health stuff D:

no worries! i hope you're feeling better D: