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Nice vibes, good vibes, great vibes even! Cyan felt more chipper than ever today, for reasons most people would find irritating. With more and more crewmates blowing the whistle regarding Mira negligence, HR's been in a frenzy trying to make sure all current employees keep a shut lid and don't spill the beans as to the worst of it. Not only that, but Cyan was one of the few people to know about it! Being co-workers with Orange made it easy to them to approach the mystic. Obviously, they were chosen for their cool-head and penchant for healing crystals, even if Black thought it was just because they were expendable. But nevermind that, it was a new day, new friend, how could they not be happy?
Well, for starters, Lime was making it mighty hard just to find them. All they do is hide in the vents all day, and getting them to come out is like trying to repair a broken marriage. Despite however many scented candles are used, it never works out in the end. The other option was to camp out next to the vents and wait for Lime to show up. And so they did! They waited...
And waited...
And waited.....
And then got impatient...
But still waited...
And then it got cold...
BrrrRRrRrR!! Time to light some candles and heat this place up. Cyna ruffled through their backpack, attempting to find the perfect scent, eventually landing on 'Mira Founded Crewconuts'. It wasn't their favorite, heck, they found the smell rather inefficient at 'soothing the soul', but it'd have to do for now. If only they could actually light the darn thing's flimsy wick. Okay, no need to get upset, it's only going to make things worse. Take deep breaths, keep focus, and-
"What are you doin'?"
"AUGH!" Cyan leapt back, nearly dropping the candle as they did. They took a deep breath, opening up their visor and seeing...
"Lime?" In the quite literal blink of a visor, they shifted from slightly miffed to estatic. "Lime! There you are!" Cyan immediately grasped Lime by the sides and lifted them up in joyful display, much to the misery of the latter.
Lime flailed around in Cyan's grasp, demanding to be released. "Lemme go, ya hippie!" Much as they may have wanted to a big 'ol hug, they did as the mechanic ordered and dropped them down. "Finally. What are you doin' snoopin' around my vents? Tryin' to use your richy witchuals to try and weed me out?!"
(Richy witchuals? I think they got their words minced...)
"Richy witchuals?" Cyan questioned. They were lost in thought, both in Lime's mispronounciation and how to defend their hobby. "Oh, nononono! I was just lighting a beautiful aroma candle...or, trying to at least." Cyan's expression shifted to being a little sad, minor as it may be to others, they enjoyed their hobbies.
Lime scoffed, crossing their hands on their...chest? "Bah, nothin' beautiful about Mira's candles. The things don't even light!" The conspiracy nut complained.
Cyan's head raised slightly. "They don't?" Lime pulled out a magnifying glass and held it up to the fine print of the candles. Cyan read it aloud, narrowing their eyes in order to read. "All Mira Candles Are Merely For Cosmetic Decoration and in no Way Are Meant To Be Enflamed By Anyone, Especially Lime." The mystic's expression turned even more droopy upon reading.
"But...they don't even let us bring our own candles on board! How are we supposed to be cleansed of all impurities?"
"They can't contain me, I know my rights to bare candles." Lime scurried around into the vents, before popping out with a bunch of various...things is the only real word to describe them, but some of those things were candles!
They sorted through each one, listing off the labels as they did. "Ooo, Sandalwood, Lavender, Vanilla Cinnamon? I didn't know you were so...knowledgable, Lime." The compliment caused a faint blush to arise beside Lime's visor, who quickly shuffled their belongings back into the vent, leaving only a single candle left to stand in front of Cyan. "Awww, is this for me?"
Despite their words, Cyan meant no teasing towards Lime. They believed the gift to be sweet and considerate, especially for someone so, uh...particular, about giving anything to anyone. "Don't think anything of it, just makin' sure MIRA's scent stays off this ship. I can hardly breath in those vents as is." Lime scoffed, turning away from Cyan. Intimacy was NOT their strongsuit.
"Well, it's nice to have a candle that works. Thank you Lime. Next time, I'll bring some crystals and you can pick out your favorite!" Woah-woah-WOAH! Next time?!
"Listen here Witch, I didn't-" Before any protests could begin, Cyan leaned down, kissing Lime on the cheek as a show of their gratitude. That certainly did the job of shutting them up before they could say no. The mystic scurried off, giddy to tell Black about they managed to befriend the oddball that is Lime. Meanwhile, said oddball was left to stew in their own thoughts as they retreated back into the vents. Next time was now inevitable, but maybe...Cyan was the person that they could trust the....most-least out of everyone on board. They seemed too sweet to sell their organs.
Are stomachs supposed to feel this weird when thinking about people?