[D4, EE, simulators, closed] Never enough

[Dorgan Bruun]

Bruun continues to look embarrassed.

"Well, ah, as I was talking to Blondie," he rather slowly explains, "Colette came into the hangar, and... You know, I kinda started talking to her instead..."

[Maja Eklund]

Bruun continues to look embarrassed.

"Well, ah, as I was talking to Blondie," he rather slowly explains, "Colette came into the hangar, and... You know, I kinda started talking to her instead..."

Maja runs a hand through her hair, obviously confused

"You are breaking up with your mech, and then you stop mid break up to talk to the cook lady? I will say if someone did that to me I might throw a thing at them."

[Dorgan Bruun]

Bruun winces, but nods.

"Yeeeah, that's about right. I'm lucky Blondie can't throw things." He moves the slightest bit towards a crouch, just recalling the situation.

"So I reckon she's probably pretty mad. It... wasn't a great moment for me. But Colette is... you know... pretty distracting," he tries to at least partially defend himself.

[Maja Eklund]

Bruun winces, but nods.

"Yeeeah, that's about right. I'm lucky Blondie can't throw things." He moves the slightest bit towards a crouch, just recalling the situation.

"So I reckon she's probably pretty mad. It... wasn't a great moment for me. But Colette is... you know... pretty distracting," he tries to at least partially defend himself.

"It was the 22 catch. If you ignore Frau Colette then you are disrespecting her, but if you ignore Blondie then you ignore Colette. Still, I am thinking that Blondie has the weapons that destroy city blocks, yes? Maybe that is how best to proritise?"

[Dorgan Bruun]

Bruun looks guilty.

"Well, yeah, Blondie could probably do more damage. But Colette was here, talking about making beer... and she's just so nice to talk to. You know? It's... She makes pancakes and everything." Bruun looks perhaps as amazed as a 36-year-old mechwarrior can.

[Maja Eklund]

Bruun looks guilty.

"Well, yeah, Blondie could probably do more damage. But Colette was here, talking about making beer... and she's just so nice to talk to. You know? It's... She makes pancakes and everything." Bruun looks perhaps as amazed as a 36-year-old mechwarrior can.

"Ahhhhh, so this is what is most important. The road to the heart goes through the stomach? She sweet talked your taste buds and you were helpless."
Maja seems to find this particularly amusing.

"She makes you feel good, yes?"

[Dorgan Bruun]

Maja's way with words makes Bruun think about it before answering, but the answer is inevitable.

"Well yeah," he says, a little embarrassed but also, "I mean, what am I supposed to do? It's... nice... feeling taken care of."

[Maja Eklund]

Maja's way with words makes Bruun think about it before answering, but the answer is inevitable.

"Well yeah," he says, a little embarrassed but also, "I mean, what am I supposed to do? It's... nice... feeling taken care of."

"Of course it is, humans like homes, do we not? Somewhere that is warm with many pancakes where your needs are met. There is nothing wrong with this."

[Dorgan Bruun]

Bruun nods along, smiling at the affirmation. And then on further reflection:

"Er, yeah, although home for a mercenary..." He waves his hands vaguely. "Just because Echo is with us now, doesn't mean they'll need the Fortunate Ones when this contact is up..." He starts to look very thoughtful, scratching his beard as he often does. Then shaking his head aggressively.

"Alright, need to think about something else. That other topic... That's for a 'strong drink to help the think' time."

[Maja Eklund]

Bruun nods along, smiling at the affirmation. And then on further reflection:

"Er, yeah, although home for a mercenary..." He waves his hands vaguely. "Just because Echo is with us now, doesn't mean they'll need the Fortunate Ones when this contact is up..." He starts to look very thoughtful, scratching his beard as he often does. Then shaking his head aggressively.

"Alright, need to think about something else. That other topic... That's for a 'strong drink to help the think' time."

“Of course, alcohol loosens everything, it is very useful.”
Maja cups her chin thoughtfully

“How king is one supposed to stay with a mercenary company? What is the right amount of time?”