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[ersatzeverything]

[Deacon had arrived on Moira looking 50s greaser-chic, blue jeans, white shirt, and giant pompadour hairstyle. Now he's changed up his appearance entirely, looking rather stark with the pompadour wig gone, shaved head and a plain Moiran duty uniform. He's been itching to have surgery again, change his face entirely, but since that's not gonna happen soon he'll take what drastic changes he can make. If he cycles through looks enough, maybe he can keep the itch mostly away. ...if he can also get a pair of sunglasses to hide half of this face that he's had too long. There's a slight edge under his lackadaisical cadence as he speaks.]

Hey space pals, I really need a pair of shades. I've got this eye condition, the doc says that if I don't control the amount of light hitting my eyes I'm gonna be blind in five years. [Lie lie lie.] It would totally suck. The glowy portal thing took my pair, so it'd be really awesome if someone here could loan a pair out. I'm open to trade offers, too.

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[ersatzeverything]

Nah, blood types are like...it's like different gangs. Blood types only like to hang out with their own kind and bad things can happen when you force them to mix with types not like their own. So if you know your type, and other people's type, if you bleed out a lot, a whole lot, if there's someone else of the same type, they can share some of their blood with you.

[The west must be in really bad shape if they don't even have that relatively basic medical service available anywhere at all.

His eyebrows go up just above the rim of his sunglasses at the girl's comment on friends.]

Thaaaat depends on a person's idea of a good friendship, I guess. Or a good romance.

[kidjoy]

That's weird. [AKA she doesn't understand any of it.] Wouldn't you be in trouble if you gave up blood?

Everyone back home seems to think it's pretty good.

[ersatzeverything]

You can share a bit of blood and be okay. It's like sharing food when it's scarce. Each person gets a bit, no one dies, although you might be a little light-headed for a while.

[He rubs the back of his neck.]

Uh, friendship in the backseat of a car is totally overrated. Boring. It's like the nancy-fancy Old World widget stuff where it's massively uninteresting until you hit a certain age, so don't even bother with it until you're, like, twice as old as you are now. Maybe three times as old.

[kidjoy]

[That's a comparison she can understand, even if as the baby of the group she was used to being slipped more than a little bit of anything.]

Okay. I guess I get it. I might have to see it in action someday, if it's really that useful.

Like I'm even gonna bother then! There's a lot of better stuff to waste carbons on than the droids anyway, like bombs or food or markers. And why be gross with other runners when you could be doing something fun anyway? [She's still at that age where even kissing seems gross.]