[ As in all things, Jayce experiences a brief moment of doubt the very second the stranger questions his notion toward enhancements, improvements. His cheeks burn pink at their high points and he clears his throat. He doesn't know this man, doesn't recognize him, but the uniform suggests he's from the Academy - had he just insulted someone who might have some affiliation with the design?
Surely not.
The silence weighs heavy and as he helps the man up, he blinks wide eyed and nearly forgets to release the other man's hand. It fits so perfectly against his own. Up close like this, it's easy to see the gold of his eyes reflected in the dim light of the cabin, to see something more than judgement behind them. Jayce has become used to the curious stares and disapproving looks from those at the Academy. To some, he's an utter mad man, working with technology that wasn't meant to be tampered with. To others, he's a foolhardy boy let off his lower class leash too soon.
Standing so close, he can feel the warmth between them, particularly when he watches the man's mouth pull into a knowing smirk. It makes electricity tingle its way up his spine as his hand drops back to his side, remiss to have released the other. He takes a half step toward him, bewildered, his own fair eyes wide and alight with interest and relief. ]
Wait, you do?
[ He's not even sure the very engineers of the ship would agree with him, but to find someone who falls into stride with him already? It's exhilarating. He certainly feels more at home here in the belly of the ship, but that's made even more comfortable by this pretty stranger's presence. He has to get his name. ]
Of course I'm willing. But only if you share some of your ideas, too. You see, if you agree that there are modifications that can be made to a ship like this, then you've spent some time thinking about this, too. [ A grin, easy and bright, though there's still the sheepish burn of pink high in his cheeks. He rubs at the back of his neck, a little awkward, a little uncertain how to navigate this without seeming completely and utterly over-invested. Because that's what he is, where science and technology is concerned.
Little else lights a fire in him like this does.
And so he offers his hand out to him again in greeting, but selfishly wanting a taste of that contact again, to feel the zing of electricity. The knowledge that he might very well have met an equal, finally. Someone he can level and stand toe-to-toe with. ]
Jayce Talis. What do I have to wager to get your name?
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[ As in all things, Jayce experiences a brief moment of doubt the very second the stranger questions his notion toward enhancements, improvements. His cheeks burn pink at their high points and he clears his throat. He doesn't know this man, doesn't recognize him, but the uniform suggests he's from the Academy - had he just insulted someone who might have some affiliation with the design?
Surely not.
The silence weighs heavy and as he helps the man up, he blinks wide eyed and nearly forgets to release the other man's hand. It fits so perfectly against his own. Up close like this, it's easy to see the gold of his eyes reflected in the dim light of the cabin, to see something more than judgement behind them. Jayce has become used to the curious stares and disapproving looks from those at the Academy. To some, he's an utter mad man, working with technology that wasn't meant to be tampered with. To others, he's a foolhardy boy let off his lower class leash too soon.
Standing so close, he can feel the warmth between them, particularly when he watches the man's mouth pull into a knowing smirk. It makes electricity tingle its way up his spine as his hand drops back to his side, remiss to have released the other. He takes a half step toward him, bewildered, his own fair eyes wide and alight with interest and relief. ]
Wait, you do?
[ He's not even sure the very engineers of the ship would agree with him, but to find someone who falls into stride with him already? It's exhilarating. He certainly feels more at home here in the belly of the ship, but that's made even more comfortable by this pretty stranger's presence. He has to get his name. ]
Of course I'm willing. But only if you share some of your ideas, too. You see, if you agree that there are modifications that can be made to a ship like this, then you've spent some time thinking about this, too. [ A grin, easy and bright, though there's still the sheepish burn of pink high in his cheeks. He rubs at the back of his neck, a little awkward, a little uncertain how to navigate this without seeming completely and utterly over-invested. Because that's what he is, where science and technology is concerned.
Little else lights a fire in him like this does.
And so he offers his hand out to him again in greeting, but selfishly wanting a taste of that contact again, to feel the zing of electricity. The knowledge that he might very well have met an equal, finally. Someone he can level and stand toe-to-toe with. ]
Jayce Talis. What do I have to wager to get your name?