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[notleavingquietly]

Livestock or farming would be hard inside a space whale. [ He's just going with it. ] The bigger, entirely mechanical ships were easier to source fresh food from but milk is still not something eaten by anyone who's been weaned. I think it just missed us culturally.

You feel better?

[chrisisofaith]

Huh. [Its still weird to think any sort of ship could keep fresh food for long, but then maybe they had a bunch of those refrigerators.

The question earns a small crease of confusion in Chris’s brow.]

I feel fine. Felt fine.

[Oh-]

That wasn’t distress or upset. Aside maybe frustration, just…me. Said I was bad at words? That’s how I mean.

[notleavingquietly]

[ This is absolutely the wrong thing to be confused by, but he sincerely is. He makes it a statement instead of a question, though. ]

I'm more distressed by frustration than almost anything else I can think of.

[chrisisofaith]

Aah...well, there we differ a bit. Frustration just means I work harder or smarter. If I got distressed every time I was frustrated in my life, wouldn't get far for nothing.

What's your go-to when you feel like that?

[notleavingquietly]

My go to when... I'm frustrated?

I yell at what's frustrating me.

[ He is neither complicated nor usually particularly nuanced. ]

[chrisisofaith]

[He can't help it, he laughs.]

So easy as that? Want to trade? If I yell at what's frustrating me, might cause a diplomatic incident.

[Or, almost worse, make Silver get that sadly disappointed look that both made Chris feel bad and deeply irritated him.]

[notleavingquietly]

[ He looks up at Chris with unabashed and undisguised horror. ]

Absolutely not!

[chrisisofaith]

No? Ah well, worth a shot.

[He switches from stroking through Crais' hair to massaging lightly at his scalp.]

[notleavingquietly]

[ Crais starts to make some smart ass remark about diplomacy and politics, but then Chris does that and Crais just... groans and forgets it. ]

Keep doing that. Use your nails.

[chrisisofaith]

[This is better anyway.]

Hmm. Man after my own heart, you.

[He does as he’s told happily, working the edges of his nails into the massage.]

Surprised you don’t let people play with your hair more if you like it.

[notleavingquietly]

[ Actual cats might not like Chris much but the sound Crais makes is more feline than human.

Because alien.

Not really a purr but the meaning is similar. ]

I just don't like my hair down. It's aggravating.

[chrisisofaith]

[Is he purring? No, but he made some sort of sound. And it would be a lie to say Chris wasn't very pleased with that.]

You do have quite a bit of it, I imagine that could be annoying.

[There's a pause and then:]

Does this feel good in the way a massage normally might or is it doing something more for you? In the interest of blunt curiosity.