GIF Wars (Invite Only)

[Jonathon Patches]

He sat there, in his favourite seat in the Knight's Helm's galley, at the very back corner of the room's table; providing a perfect view of the galley's only exit and entrance. More importantly, should one ever want to board or depart from the ship, it was the only way off it; short of jettisoning one of the escape pods, but that practice was generally frowned upon when a ship was in port.

So it was with a sense of mild amusement as he heard the Helm's loading ramp hiss close, and calculated, soft steps approaching as if hiding something.

Their presence, perhaps, he mused to himself.

When the figure crossed the galley's entrance, Patches spoke in a rather non-chalant, matter of fact tone as he said, "You're late."

 

[TiCira D'Arr Hawk]

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"Coming from you, that's a riot," came the quip from the witch, slowing her step until she came to a pause, turning towards him with an arched brow.

"What is it? Can't get a job so now you are staking out your own crewmembers?"

 

[Jonathon Patches]

"I'm the captain," he quipped with a grin.

"Double standards apply. Hence... you're late." he said with a childish smirk.

 

[TiCira D'Arr Hawk]

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"Funny, last I checked, I didn't have a curfew." came her counter, staring at him as if he was being ridiculous.

"Nor was there even a reason to have one," she gave him a rather pointed look, "Weren't you supposed to be off to the red light district pulling some tricks?"

 

[Jonathon Patches]

He turned to her slowly, an amused expression on his face.

"Already been and back. I've grown quite adept over the years. I get in, get what I need, and get out," he said playfully, a slight innuendo, though the datapad resting on the table indicated his trip was of a different nature than most whom ventured the darker alleys of the red light district.

"And you should check again; you have a curfew," he quipped with a wink.

 

[TiCira D'Arr Hawk]

"So quick!" she said in turn with a quip, "Why am I not surprised... I guess age is getting to you. Stamina and all." she shot right back, turning to head towards the galley for a drink.

Then came the comment about the curfew.

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She gave a sudden pause, turning to look at him as if to say, 'Excuse me?' Then her expression changed to a, mmmm no.

However, she didn't miss the tap of the datapad, or the subtle nuances of his expression. All jokes aside, something was up.

"Everything okay?" she asked with an arched brow.

 

[Jonathon Patches]

"Ha!" he barked at her quip, a wry expression on his face as he retorted, "More than enough to keep up with you Miss Hawk," he quipped, as she walked across the galley.

And then came a look of concern for a moment from her.

Why does she always do that? he mused to himself.

"Everything is fine... aside from your flippant disregard for your curfew," he quipped with a grin.

 

[TiCira D'Arr Hawk]

Mmmm... "No. No curfew." she told him, as she rolled her eyes and continued on her path to the galley, calling out over her shoulder.

"Says the man who dares to wield such flippancy without requisite shame!"

 

[Jonathon Patches]

"You know you might be right... Let me check with the captain..." he paused for a moment, looking over his shoulder as if someone might be there, nodding his head as if having another conversation.

After a few nods, his head turned back to Ti'Cira, an amused expression on his face as he said, "Oh wait, that's right, I'm the Captain!" he declared, leaning back as he crossed his arms.

"And he says, you have a curfew," he quipped, shrugging with a grin.

 

[TiCira D'Arr Hawk]

Her fingers went curling round the food-o-matic processor handle, while the other began to tap a series of commands. She felt like having a little snack. Something cool. Refreshing.


A snort came from her then.

Captain? Hah. It brought a memory in her mind. Back to when she in another life told him that she would go with him on a mission and not stay locked up on the Helm. A shard of her past. Long forgotten, but coming back to her without realizing as she said.

"Didn't we already have this discussion back on Hutta? I could just step -out- of the ship, Eugene and avoid the Patches' way. " she said smugly, not realizing what she was implicating,

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"Alright.. say I'll humor you." she began, pulling the handle back to open the processor. Her hand went reaching in to grab her treat.


"And just -why- do I, hypothetically, have a curfew?"

 

[Jonathon Patches]

"Pfff, not likely... You enjoy the Patches' way far too much," he quipped with an amused expression. Then came her moment of "humouring" him.

He chuckled lightly at her game, as if she was in some position of power, her fingers fumbling on the food processor.

"You always humour me, Miss Hawk," he quipped with a grin, and then added, "and because I am the captain; do I need any other reason?" he stated, more than asked.

 

[TiCira D'Arr Hawk]

It was precisely that moment that her 'treat' was revealed. A strawberry ice pop. Something picked up at one of their last stops to cool the dreadful hot weather.

She brought it up into her mouth and slipped it between her lips, turning to face him after closing shut the processor. With a smirk mid icepop lick, she leaned against the counter.

"Well maybe you do." she said with a quip back.

 

[Jonathon Patches]

 

[TiCira D'Arr Hawk]

Ti'cira gave Patches an odd look, a bit confused by his lack of witty commentary.​

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"What?"​

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But for any red blooded male... it probably looked a bit more like this.​

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[Jonathon Patches]

"Oh ummm... uhhh, nothing," he said, pausing for a moment as he wiped his brow, trying to find his words.

Unfortunately for Patches, he did fall under the category of one of those red-blooded males. No green or blue blood running through his veins.

Instead, his answer was reduced to "Well maybe I don't!"

Pod-Racing, Trees, Bantha, Mountains, Rancors... he mused to himself.

 

[TiCira D'Arr Hawk]

"Really?!! That's the best you can do?" she said in shocked surprise, giving him another odd look.

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"Maybe you -are- losing your touch there," she shot back at him, shaking her head. And then promptly began to suck on her ice pop again, her lips already becoming a bit more rosy due to the strawberry colouring.

"Sorry, denied. Not a good enough reason,"

 

[Jonathon Patches]

He paused for a moment, giving her a funny look with his head tilting to the side, as he remembered finally, that he wasn't speaking to a rational human being.

He was speaking to one Miss Ti'Cira Hawk, who threw rationale out the window long ago, along with logic and patience, and preferred to live her life by defiance and insubordination.

"Ahhh... I forgot... you seem to think this," he said, pointing from himself to her, and back to himself, "is a democracy..." he said with a chuckle, then pretended to inspect her head for any bruises or trauma, "did you hit your head out there, while you were out past curfew?" he asked, feigning concern for a moment.

 

[TiCira D'Arr Hawk]

[member="Jonathon Patches"]


Her hand would reach out to playfully bat his mocking nitpicking of her head away.

"Quit that!" There came a faint scrunching of her brows as she shot him a brief annoyed glare. Enter the waving of her icepop as a mock weapon to defend herself.

"Mmm.. no I didn't. Did you perhaps douse yourself with too much ladies perfume while at Club Ufora?" she shot right back with a sarcastic twist of her lips. Once again, she went on enjoying her ice pop. "Perhaps it is making you a bit absentminded."

 

[Jonathon Patches]

[member="TiCira D'Arr Hawk"]

"Huh?" he asked, mockingly puzzled, as he glanced back at the clock.

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"Pffff", he retorted, turning his head back to Ti'Cira, "it's not even one AM. Everyone whom is anyone know the best entertainment doesn't even start until one at Ufora," he quipped smuggly, another glance at his holo watch, as he added, "Or so I have been told..." with a shrug.