TF-verse, Florida: Jeimu and Jav's house.

[jeimu.livejournal.com]

She looks up at her husband the moment her feet hit the ground. The air is slightly cool; dusk has fallen and there's the distinct aroma of salt on the air. Typical seaside night.

"So," she says quietly, "what exactly did you say to him?"

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[random_xtras]

//I'm afraid to.//

And he is too. He's nearly convinced that the moment he uses his vocal processor for anything other than answering a question he'll blow everything again.

[jeimu.livejournal.com]

"So now you're trying to convince me that you don't enjoy having conversations, huh?" Jeimu looks confused, yet resigned.

[random_xtras]

"I... do," he says. "But I also know... how did Bumblebee put it. I'd make House green with envy with my casual conversational skills."

[jeimu.livejournal.com]

"So you're basically admitting you have all the social graces of a newt."

[random_xtras]

"Err, I'd rather not agree to anything I don't understand."

[jeimu.livejournal.com]

"Which is to say you lack any social graces," Jeimu barreled on without stopping.

[random_xtras]

He decides to shut up and let her talk.

[jeimu.livejournal.com]

"So. How is everyone doing?"

[random_xtras]

"Er...? Alright?"

[jeimu.livejournal.com]

"Good."

[random_xtras]

He senses that he's messing up again and groans. //I'm a slagging diplomat, why can't I do this???//

[go-endeavour.livejournal.com]

//Tell her something funny that happened after the party,// Dev suggests, her optics trained on the coconuts that lay high up in the palm tree. //But don't mention anything that happened as a result of her leaving.//

[random_xtras]

//But I don't really remember anything till you rolled over on me the next morning.// He shifts slightly on his shocks.

[go-endeavour.livejournal.com]

//Okay, then mention something she already knows. You know. Small talk.//