MIAMI BLUES — PRIV. SUNBEAM

[arcy]

[align=center][div style="width: 55%; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]∞ — It was true, Sunbeam wasn't the most social of their crewmates. Somedays they might step out to interact with the others, to help, but other days the arguments in their head were too much. Screaming matches that lead to the blankest, most distanced expression possible on their face. Twisting anger on their expressions and hurt and, well, needless to say, they weren't going to confuse everyone else with that. They were distracted as was, they'd end up snapping at somebody. And it hurt. As their two halves would argue and argue, they'd tremble because they needed to defuse, but they couldn't. It was agonizing. Today was just .. the aftermath of an argument. They hurt and their paws tremble when they move, and they couldn't stabilize. Couldn't get themselves to move as smoothly as they should be able to. They weren't a .. they weren't a good, godly fusion, like they were intended to be.
So, they'd taken a break. Staring blankly at the ocean as their head roils, tail wrapped around their paws. Their face is blank, near emotionless, but with the slightest tinge of frustration. The ocean was .. calming. Sun liked it. Beam adored it. It was .. good. For them. Good to calm down. Just a few hours and it'd be completely okay. But .. well, it would appear today wasn't the day. The scent of cigarette smoke reaches them, and their ear twitches. A clanmate. .. The jaguar. Pincher, correct? He was the leader, they'd seen him with a cigarette once or twice. .. Sun, personally, hated the scent of cigarette smoke, and so part of them recoils, even as Beam just .. doesn't care. Her father had smoked, after all.
"Greetings," Sunbeam stands up, and there's just the slightest stumble to their movements as they make to approach and acknowledge the jaguar, climbing over rocks to wherever they scented him. It wasn't that hard -- their senses were fairly enhanced, and cigarettes were hard to miss. Did he need something? Sunbeam would be happy to offer whatever assistance they could. Sunbeam wanted to help. But .. their ominously blank expression had been said to be off-putting. Scary. So they try and force a little grin to their face. It works to an extent, but it doesn't quite reach their eyes. Well -- Beam's eyes, magenta and the top ones, soften a little, but that would be all. "How are you, today? Do you need something?" .. Helpful. They want to be useful. Their tail twitches as they wait for their leader's reply, a passive sort of look to their face. .. To be honest, it was questionable, sometimes, just how there Sunbeam was. How much they actually took in, when their two halves couldn't even agree on what to pay attention to.