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[Have a rather angry looking young man on the screen folks, publicly broadcasting to the whole of the ship. His face is turned up in a little scowl, mostly because he got back from working his actual shift as a postman to find his bed decorated with the strangest blanket he'd ever seen... which seemed to be emanating some kind of purring noise. He'd never had a pet himself, so he didn't really get the appeal. Instead he pushed the thing to the side and sat down to find out whoever the hell put it there. Billy was out of the room, which means it either was his attempt to decorate or someone else entirely. Although there was a chance it was the other man they lived with, but considering Ade hadn't formally introduced himself or bothered his arse to stay in the room long enough to actually have a conversation he was hoping that this guy wasn't the type to go round throwing things on people's beds.]

Oi. Just got back to my bunk after doing bloody posty duties only to find something that wasn't here when I left?

[He glances at the blanket before reaching up to the desk for one of his cigarettes that he'd pre-rolled that morning. He was getting more and more thankful for his shady deal every day that shit like this happened. His shoulders hunched as he lit it and let out a forceful exhale. He hadn't actually asked the other guys whether he was allowed to smoke in there or not... but that was mostly because he went out of his way to make sure they were never in the same place at the same time.]

First thing. Which one of you wankers was in my room to begin with? [Another drag of the cigarette.] And second. Why does this bloody thing purr? What kind of sick bastard makes a blanket that purrs.

[Except then the damn thing was moving somehow, sliding up to settle around his shoulders and purr eagerly, trying to transfer some comfort onto those tense and angry shoulders. Which just has his face scrunch up into an expression of contempt as he tears the thing from his shoulders and throws it to the floor.]

Anyway. I want answers. Anyone who can give them to me and I'll trade you some smokes- or exuo. Whatever tickles your fancy as long as your informations good. [Except he wasn't going to reveal just how much exuo he had stashed away.

Even if this was a genuine mistake. It probably wouldn't be nice to be the intended recipient of the package right now. Especially with all the something in the water business going on right now. Tension is evidently rather high.]

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[That second of shock was enough, more than enough. He'd been trained in interrogation after all and for all his lack of social etiquette he knew fine well when someone was being duplicitous. He nodded once, stiffly, as if that confirmed things for him.

That defensive position too, it was almost perfect. It meant that Miles was backtracking quickly but not quickly enough, so that when the other man started speaking Ade barely had to pay attention to him. He'd wanted a target tonight and he'd gotten himself one. There's a subtle pressure in the air from the moment Ade realizes it, it could be chalked down to tension, obviously, or some natural aura of violence and menace that the mutant projected rather than his powers.]

Find that one hard to believe mate, he seemed pretty sure. Why would he send me all the way down here if he didn't know what he was talking 'bout. [His voice has even taken on an edge the likes of which would make it hard to continue to perceive him as a normal twenty-three year old boy.] And it makes sense, don't it. You sent me all the way up to the bar for a reason. Trying to get away were we mate?

[Even when he calls Miles simple Ade just makes a tch noise. He'd been called simple himself, but simple people usually kept things straight and to the point, so if Miles was trying to rely on intelligence and cunning here he was working on the wrong person.]

[ no shit, miles almost bites out, but he just barely catches himself, sublimating it into a stifled giggle of hysteria. he could keep trying to talk his way out of and around that one -- deny, deny, deny -- but he's quickly losing ground and he knows it. damn it, how did he let this happen? oh, right. ivan. ]

And Ivan sent you down here because he thinks it's funny to screw with me! I wouldn't mistake that for philanthropy on his part, if I were you.

[ very slowly edging back away from adrian, though he is keenly and nauseatingly aware of the fact that he has nowhere else to go. ]

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[That giggle didn't sit right with him either, this guy was radiating guilty and nervousness. Two things Ade wasn't particularly happy about. He cocks his head to the side again and his neck pops.]

Oh he might've known I wasn't in a place to be screwed with mate. [And he rolls his shoulders in a semblance of a shrug.] Oh and all I said was I wanted to give you back your blanket, yeah? Which is what I came here to do.

[ guilt, not so much. miles doesn't really feel bad about any of this. nervous, though? shit, he's not stupid. ]

Right. [ miles eyes him cautiously, fixing a manic grin on his face. he doesn't move any closer to adrian. ] So why don't do you do that, then.

[ he knows adrian's going to do more than just hand him the stupid fur, now he's just bracing himself. let's get it over with, you bloody lunatic. ]

Oh yeah, right. Should probably do that. No hard feelings, yeah? Here's your blanket. [He smiles a cold smile and shrugs, acting like he's actually going to just hand him the blanket. At the last second though he extends his hand rather forcefully, curling it into a fist that goes straight towards Ivan's chest, the blanket scrunched up in his hand and just the smallest kick of his power behind it.

It should be enough to send the guy flying into the wall behind him. Unless he's misjudged things.]

And next time, poppet. Don't try and fuck with me.

[ oh, it sends miles' lightweight little body flying directly backwards into the wall, though his trajectory is unmercifully interrupted by the side of one of the culverts, sending him off-course and knocking him down to the ground, where he lands unceremoniously in a shallow puddle, wheezing softly as he half-curls around the wad of live fur that, even now, is attempting to cuddle him. not now, dear, i'm not in the mood...

it's probably only the padding of the stupid blanket that kept adrian's powers from breaking in his sternum, although miles is sure he's going to have a neat bruise in the middle of his chest later. he wisely manages, just barely, to keep from retorting with some stupid shit remark that'd probably get his teeth kicked in the next time -- or worse. so instead he just stays silent except for his ragged breathing, hoping that's the end of this conversation. ]

[Ade just does the best approximation of a sneer, looking the picture of some pumped up asshole before tipping the bottle in Miles' direction as a cheers gesture, taking a swig and walking off down the corridor with a dark chuckle.]

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SORRY THIS IS SO FUCKIN LATE we can wrap this up though

No hdu miles deserves an extra kicking now.