[D3 LM] Wanted, Dead or Dead

[Tyr]

"You expecting me to drop by frequently? Should I bring my toothbrush?" Tyr quipped, picking his teeth.

[Xal Kimlya]

"You have a toothbrush?" he quipped back. "It's nice to have visitors, especially one I find tolerable."

[Tyr]

"Bad breath is scary, but a set of gleaming fangs is much more frightening, and I don't have to get as close."

[Xal Kimlya]

He chuckled at that. "Very cunning."

[Tyr]

Tyr tapped his temple with a claw, “up here for thinking,” he gestured downward, “down there for dancing.”

[Xal Kimlya]

"Now you have me wondering what kind of dance." he grinned.

[Tyr]

Tyr leered at the arkanian, golden eyes glittering, “I only know two kinds of dancing, and one of them ends in death.”

[Xal Kimlya]

"The other?" He waited.

[Tyr]

“The other kind’s for being alive,” his gravelly tone was as weighty as a planet.

[Xal Kimlya]

"Ah, I see." he nodded. "I can certainly appreciate that."

[Tyr]

Tyr made no effort to hide the appraising eye that he cast over the arkanian, shamelessly leering.

[Xal Kimlya]

GR8-1 slid the datapad back. "Apologies. There was an issue with the network, preventing me from viewing the full code. I'm sure I could decipher it, given another chance. I would be pleased to assist you the next time, Captain Tyr."

[Tyr]

Tyr snarled at GR8-1, a sharp growl and curl of the lip. He took back his datapad, "it's just Tyr, I'm not captain of anything."

[Xal Kimlya]

"I apologize again." It dipped its head. "I meant no offence. It's a customary honorific, for one in command of a ship."

[Tyr]

Tyr snorted, his burst of anger hadn’t been in response to the droid’s words, but at the interruption, “it’s fine,” he grunted.

[Xal Kimlya]

"Thank you, GR8-1." Xal waved the droid away. "Do you have anything planned for the rest of the day?"

[Tyr]

Tyr stretched, “first, a decent six hours of sleep,” it was almost the shistavanen’s bedtime. “After that, not sure. I guess you’ll be in the lab all day?”

[Xal Kimlya]

"Probably." he nodded. "You should get some sleep."

[Tyr]

Tyr stretched again, yawning widely, showing off his fangs. “I’ll definitely sleep well after that meal.”

[Xal Kimlya]

"I'll feed you anytime." Xal offered with a pleased expression.