Cohort mingle

[art_of_war]

WHO: Delta, Winter, Phalanx, Connor, Billy, Thrawn
WHERE: The Bloodsport
WHAT: Everyone is stuck in the ship together, so be polite I guess?
WHEN: Event
WARNINGS: None anticipated

Since we're all stuck, a mingle seemed like a good idea.

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[wearingthestars]

He almost doesn't notice for a beat or two, stumbling a bit over his words as he finally clues in, and Billy starts a little as he notices the figure, cheeks growing pink.

"...Oh- uh-...Sorry, I was just um...just trying to get out," he mumbles in explanation, half embarrassed to be caught chanting like he was crazy, and half confused as to why they'd decided to join in on said chanting.

[pileofspirits]

The figure seems nearly as surprised as Billy does, lifting their head enough to blink and stare at him with wide, dark eyes.

"Just trying to get out," they mumble in nearly the same tone as he does, before trying the words again, but with a bit more clarity and intent this time. "Just trying to get out."

[wearingthestars]

"Are you...um...are you repeating what I'm saying or...?" Billy asks uncertainly, head turning with concern. He doesn't quite understand, but he wants to.

[pileofspirits]

"Repeating what I'm saying or--" they most definitely repeat, before blinking and trying a few of the words again with an entirely different inflection. The tone and emphasis change, making the question something else. "What I'm saying?"

They tilt their head too, co-opting even more of his behaviors.