Scum & Villainy // Nick & Tonic

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It's a quiet day on the ship. Most of the crew is out gathering supplies or ship parts, or holed up in whatever nook of the ship they've taken over as their own. Tonic is at the galley table today, dressed in what he would consider very casual clothing and whatever eyeliner didn't get scrubbed off the night before, picking through a datapad to research potential leads.

Whatever Nick is doing in the galley, it has been happening without interruption for a blessedly long time... But eventually, Tonic's attention wanders, and he suddenly asks one of those blunt questions that are becoming the trademark way the doctor chooses to interact with him.

"Why's your face look like that, anyway?" Perfectly casual, he rests his chin on his hand. "What's the deal?"

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"I'm also very clever," he posits, scooting a little closer, "There are options if you don't like something, is all I'm saying."

He's still going to reach out and touch his side, though. He uses his good hand, starting at the edge of where he can see bruising and pressing very lightly to feel for swelling or anything else that shouldn't be there. While it seems like the good doctor can't pass up an opportunity to flirt--he actually moves fairly quickly, focused very intently on what he is doing despite continuing to talk at the same time.

"If it makes you feel any better, we could share back and forth again. I thought that was rather charming, last time."