Xavier's video feed is cut in the same moment, and he finishes off his work, makes a round of the laboratories, before he heads for the passengers quarters, slightly mechanical and dissociating with what just happened and what he's doing.
Instead, he tries to recall the last time he went on a date. Years and years ago. Or, perhaps, fairly recently, having attended dinner and drinks on the Tranquility several times over the course of a year and four months, just usually with some other motive in mind as opposed to for the sake of it.
Once, that he can recall.
Twice, now.
He is dressed as he was at work -- the white lab coat is left behind, leaving him with dark grey slacks and a blue button down, the sleeves rolled to his elbows, a silver watch at his wrist that says it's half past four, somewhere else in the multiverse. He's had a recent haircut to tame the otherwise perpetual shagginess, but its been a couple days since he shaved.
A stop at the bar to fix himself a drink, before he heads for where Travis is seated. His telepathy is a passive thing, picking up surface thought as a matter of course.
He's used to no cologne. He currently smells of soap and laundry and a cigarette break from two hours ago. ]
I hope you'll forgive my underwhelming reception. Like you guessed, it was a little unexpected. Hello, [ he adds, hastily shoving a greeting there onto his opening as he sets drink down on table. ]
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Xavier's video feed is cut in the same moment, and he finishes off his work, makes a round of the laboratories, before he heads for the passengers quarters, slightly mechanical and dissociating with what just happened and what he's doing.
Instead, he tries to recall the last time he went on a date. Years and years ago. Or, perhaps, fairly recently, having attended dinner and drinks on the Tranquility several times over the course of a year and four months, just usually with some other motive in mind as opposed to for the sake of it.
Once, that he can recall.
Twice, now.
He is dressed as he was at work -- the white lab coat is left behind, leaving him with dark grey slacks and a blue button down, the sleeves rolled to his elbows, a silver watch at his wrist that says it's half past four, somewhere else in the multiverse. He's had a recent haircut to tame the otherwise perpetual shagginess, but its been a couple days since he shaved.
A stop at the bar to fix himself a drink, before he heads for where Travis is seated. His telepathy is a passive thing, picking up surface thought as a matter of course.
He's used to no cologne. He currently smells of soap and laundry and a cigarette break from two hours ago. ]
I hope you'll forgive my underwhelming reception. Like you guessed, it was a little unexpected. Hello, [ he adds, hastily shoving a greeting there onto his opening as he sets drink down on table. ]