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The C.I.C, Friday Afternoon-Evening

It was entirely possible that Vette was coming in to work today looking a little bit like she had flat-out murdered somebody. Yes, the heist on the offices had gone down yesterday morning, but she really didn't want to stain Nina's clothing with anything if she could help it, and the fake blood was turning out to be a little bit more tricky to remove even from her skin than she might have hoped.

Which meant that she was absolutely having fun with the Friday usuals, just sitting behind the counter and affixing them with a silent stare as they made their way into the gaming rooms they tended to camp on between awkward as heck bouts of checking out the pretty blue girl behind the counter.

The fact that the raven was once again perched on her shoulder really brought the whole look together, she thought.

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"Yeah, poking through spiderwebs to get a fake is way less of a pain than operating on a fake cadaver," Vette agreed. "At least this way, they wouldn't be messing up their clothes for nothing."

But besides that, Vette was perfectly happy with being an agent of chaos in all of this. Winning, tipping Diaz off on the fact that she was capable of any of what she'd been doing, didn't seem like a great idea. And it wasn't like a passing grade at a school in another galaxy would mean anything back on Nar Shaddaa.

And that, Sidon supposed, was certainly one benefit to not wearing clothes, but he felt...much more embarrassed about potentially bringing attention to that fact than he might usually just then.

"I'm sorry about your clothes," he offered instead, sincerely, with a soft smile to match, "especially since I know you haven't many to begin with. But at least, or so I assume, they weren't Nina's. I'm sure she'd have a thing or two to say about you getting fake blood on her clothes, though I don't imagine she'd be truly upset about it for too long. Besides, it sounds like you had quite a good deal of fun with it, too."

And that, he felt, was really the important part.

"Between you and me? I've been itching for something like this since I got here," Vette confided. "Fandom's... nice. But slow."

Boring. The word she wanted to use was boring.

"Yes," Sidon said, chuckling fondly, "I do believe we've discussed that a little bit before. I'm glad, then, that you've had something a bit more exciting to occupy your time this week. And do I believe that, perhaps, one of the reasons I've come to see you tonight might help quicken the pace of some of Fandom's...slowness, though I doubt it will be as thrilling or rewarding, as it certainly wouldn't earn you much of a prize, but I can at least promise no fake blood and minimal spiders. I was hoping to pester you about that swimming lesson we were considering, maybe some time next week...if you can make room in your busy heist schedule, that is."

See Vette. See Vette perk right up.

"Oh! Right! Yes! I mean, yes, of course I can make time in my busy heist schedule, unless you were hoping for some midnight lessons, which are fine too, I mean, I'm not actually picky? I mean, I'm picky, but I'm not picky about little things like times. I mean..."

She was going to flail herself right into a ball in the corner.

"When's good for you!?"

God, Vette. Chill.

The...well, bounciness, he supposed, of her answer, the way it seemed to hop back and forth between different thoughts (was it eagerness? It seemed an awful lot like it, but he didn't dare presume that it was excitement, beyond the thrill of learning such an essential and useful skill, of course)...it was almost too much for Sidon. He laughed, beaming, and it just about nearly turned into a wistful little sigh as he tried not to think about just how easy it would be to just sweep her right up from that desk and...

...plans, Sidon. You were making plans, it was the main reason you went out in a terrifying deadly thunderstorm to see her.

"Perhaps Tuesday?" he suggested. "Or Wednesday? In the afternoon?"

Though a midnight lesson. That sounded...splendid and lovely and...terribly romantic, and something that, yes, he would very much like to pursue, but perhaps not until they were both a little more confident in Vette's skills. And when he was a little more confident about...what exactly all this even was.

Anyway...

"Tuesdays are usually my training day, but sometimes it can be good to take a bit of a break in the schedule, and my Wednesdays are typically rather drab and boring as well."

"I have... two classes on Wednesdays and one on Tuesdays," Vette said, temporarily a little let down about that fact. And then perking up a little. "Oh, but I could skip them!"

Vette.

"... Or we could do something after my classes," she amended. "If that works? I don't have anything to do besides those, really."

"I was certainly thinking after classes, yes," Sidon chuckled, "especially as I have one on Tuesday myself."

A rather...useless class, for the most part, true, one where he was feeling increasingly like he was more suited to be teaching it than the actual instructors, but that was quite beside the point.

"But I do think Tuesday would be a marvelous choice, so that's it, then. Tuesday after classes it is!"

"Tuesday after classes it is," Vette echoed, faintly bewildered. Thrilled, but bewildered.

... She was going to need to get a swimsuit.

"So, uh." She fidgeted for a moment. "Maybe after the swim lesson, we could eat a meal together again, or something...?"

"Swimming is known to whet one's appetite quite voraciously," Sidon grinned. "What a spectacular idea, Vette! Should I do a little fishing again? Or should we do something more...." He frowned slightly, hand twirling a little in the air as he search for the right word for something his people didn't really have a concept for, "mmm, traditional, I suppose, from an Earth standpoint. A restaurant, or something of the kind? I do rather enjoy the sushi place, and there's always pizza, but I feel beyond that, I am a bit...limited on what I know I can actually consume without...regretting it a bit later..."

"Nothing you would regret," Vette said quickly, holding up her hands. "I would be just as happy with fish you caught again. Maybe you could show me how you do it? I'm afraid I wouldn't be much help, but I would love to see..."

See Sidon really going all out? Yes, please.

"Wonderful!" said Sidon, hoping his beaming grin was enough to mask his utter relief over the fact that she'd picked his own preference. The concept of eating at a table was still just so...bizarre to him, and human chairs were...so small, anyway. "Fishing it shall be! And I'd be happy to offer more of a demonstration. Dinner and a show! That sounds marvelous."

"It's something to look forward to," Vette replied, settling back with a smile. "I mean, more than the swimming. If I happen to be terrible at it, at least it's hard to be bad at eating."

A pause. Nothing was coming out of her mouth right today.

"I mean..." Hooboy. "Mostly I'm in it for your company."

Aaand her mouth was grounded.

Why would she ground it for saying something so...perfect?

All Sidon could do for a moment was look at Vette with an expression of faint awe, trying to assure himself that he'd heard that correctly. He was quite certain he had, which meant that his eyes were likely to be mistaken for rupees, they were shining so much. And then the grin on his face sharpened.

"Now that," he chuckled, delighted, "is very interesting, as I am mostly in it for yours."

Sure, making sure Vette didn't drown was pretty important, too, but, since he had pretty much all but vowed to always save her, it wasn't that high of a priority.

"Is that so?" And now Vette's grounded mouth was rebelling and making words entirely of its own accord, and who even let it do that?? "Well, then you know I'm going to have to ask what it is you're most looking forward to, now."

Whyyyy was her mouth like this?

Whoever was letting it do that most certainly had Sidon's gratitude.

"You mean...besides your company? Spending time with you? I don't suppose you'll accept your smile as an answer?"

Because he could go on. There was also her laugh, the possibility of more kisses. There would have to be at least one moment where she'd have to cling to him as they made it out in the water, seeing how the water might flick off her lekku when she emerged for air after being underwater.

"It's really impossible," he said, sounding just a little breathless now, but still eager, "to choose just one."

Vette was smiling and ducking her head a little at that. Her cheeks might have been a tiny bit warmer than their usual.

"You know it's totally cheating, with the catch-all answer," she accused, though there was no real heat in it. "But I like it. It's a good answer."

"It's also a truthful answer," Sidon informed her, any attempts to be lofty about it spoiled slightly by the fact that his grin would just not quit, "which actually makes it the best answer."

And not cheating at all!

"It doesn't help me figure out what I need to work on polishing up for you more, though," Vette teased. "I guess I'm going to just have to practice my smile?"

"I should hardly think you've have to work on polishing up anything," Sidon informed her. "Especially not for me. I'm rather certain your smile is perfect as it is, Vette, but...I suppose I could be mistaken. I think I might simply have to see it more to be sure."

Vette was going to die. She was going to die of big dashing shark prince. Right here and now, while covered in fake blood and with a dopey bird on one shoulder.

"Do you get called shameless often, Sidon?"

She was smiling again, anyway. She wouldn't want to let him down, after all.

And Sidon was just going to smile back.

Not that he'd really ever stopped grinning through most of this, but that was beside the point.

"Probably not nearly as often as I should be, I imagine," he admitted.

"That sounds about right," Vette laughed, shaking her head. "You're the most shameless boy I've ever met. And... actually, that works for me."

She needed some shamelessness in her life, really. Some safe shamelessness from a pretty boy who for some reason seemed to think highly of her, which still managed to do her head in every time she realized it.

"Oh, well," Sidon laughed in response, another bright grin to match, "that's excellent news, then, as I'm afraid I'd have been tragically disappointed if it didn't. Though I don't quite know if I can agree with you, Vette. Calling me shameless would suggest that there's something I should be ashamed of."

"Well, I know I can't think of anything," Vette decided, pausing for a moment to consider it, even. "So I guess I'm just lucky? It isn't every day a handsome guy asks to see more of my smile, after all."

You should remedy that, Sidon.

"Hmmmm," Sidon tilted his head, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he considered her, trying too look serious and doing a pretty good job, actually, all things considered, though he kept having to restrain a faint smile, "now that is a problem. I suppose I shall have to see to trying to remedy that."

Because of course that is exactly a thing he would say.

Of course it was, and Vette was pretty sure she was going to just die right there on the spot.

"I know I wouldn't complain at all if you did," she replied, her mouth continuing to say words before her brain could even think about them. "Of course, you'd have to find new and interesting ways to do it, wouldn't you?"

"I most certainly would," Sidon agreed emphatically, with a nod, letting his grin slip out because it wasn't like he spent most of his time already thinking about that sort of thing, so he pretty much an arsenal lying in wait. They really did not get the chance to see each other nearly enough. "I do love a good challenge, though, especially one so completely and utterly rewarding."

"Rewarding, huh?" See Vette. See Vette give Sidon a sly sort of look. "And how is it rewarding, hm?"

At this point she was totally prying for more flattery points, here. It was new and novel and more than a little weird, but she intended to enjoy it before her brain could catch up, dammit.

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