M'ko blinks at that, then sighs, stopping mid-tiptoe. "No. I don't try and hide from anyone." She didn't exactly say /hide/, but...

Decata Snorts faintly, patting the seat next to her, "Come sit with me. I'm bored." Obviously, she was sleeping ,after all. That's never very entertaining.

M'ko shifts uncomfortably, but stays standing right where he is. "No...Thank you. I've got...Stuff to do." Or something...

"Oh? Like what?" Decata asks, then offers oh-so-helpfully, "I'll help."

"Personal stuff." Moe explains, fidgeting nervously.

Decata snorts faintly, "you don't have a personal life, remember?"

M'ko blinks, then frowns. "What's that supposed to mean?" He asks, indignant.

"You said yourself," Decata points out, "That no one likes you. Therefore, it is to be concluded ,that you lack a personal life."

M'ko sniffs. "Well..S'true." He pauses, frowning darkly. "That doesn't mean I don't have stuff that I need to do alone, though."

Decata's grin is far too broad, boding dangers for M'ko's poor delicate psyche. A malevolent gleam of mirth begins to flash within her eyes. "Oh really? If no one else loves you, must love yourself?" She winks, "I can help with that, you know... "

M'ko blinks... again. "What?" Blinkblink. "What's /that/ supposed to mean?" He frowns yet again, adding, "...And I don't need /your/ help with anything... Or anyone else's, for that matter."

Decata sniffs unconcernedly, noting, "Didn't say you needed it. I'd hope you could do /that/ by yourself. It's just more fun with help."

"Do /what/?" Moe almost shouts, exasperated.

Decata explains, though it probably doesn't help much, exactly. "Well, you see. You claim that no one likes you, but that you still have 'personal' things to take care of. Seeing as there is no one else to relieve certain frustrations, you must have to do it yourself. 1+1=2.. as we all know."

M'ko sighs, rolling his eyes. "I don't need to relieve any frustrations." He grumbles, even though he's still not clear on what she meant. "And I don't need anyone else. I've been fine all by myself for... twenty three turns." Something like that, anyway. "Eshoth is all I need..."

"But surely you'd /like/ something more than Eshoth?" Decata half-asks, half-tells.

M'ko's brow creases as he frowns, though it's more from confusion, now. "What do you mean by that? I don't need anyone else, and I don't /want/ anyone else." That's what he's been telling himself for awhile, anyway... Despite the arguments from his lifemate.

Decata shakes her head, sighing with disappointment. She rises, in a flash, and is upon you once more, her lips at yours. Ha! She'll win you over yet... just what she'll do with you once you've been won--how about a nice mantelpiece?

M'ko almost, /almost/ lets himself be kissed...But soon after he gets that smooch from the greenrider, he pulls away, blinking. "What was /that/ for?"

"Wasn't it nice?" Decata demands. "Didn't you like it even a little? Don't you sometimes want more of them?"

M'ko frowns, shaking his head as he looks away. "No. Never." With that he spins around on his heels, and starts off toward the bowl.

Oh no you don't! Decata doesn't let you escape, following right behind. "Don't lie now, Moe. Or I'll have Vindrith ask Eshoth."

M'ko speeds up his pace, then, taking long strides. Almost there...Sigh. "I'm not lying. I never lie." So there.

Decata is rather tall, and doesn't have /too/ much trouble keeping up, only losing a little ground. She snorts softly, "Yes you do. To yourself most of all."

M'ko spins around again, glaring at the offending greenrider. "I do /not/ lie." He states, giving her an angry poke/shove in the shoulder. "Especially not to myself. Especially since I'm the only person I've ever trusted." Eshoth, too, of course... Hard to lie to someone who shares your mind.

"Your trust is misplaced, then," Decata comments, before her lips are on yours again.

M'ko pushes away, taking a step back. "Would you /stop/ that?" He half says, half growls.

Decata places her fists on her hips. "Not until you admit that you like it," she demands.

M'ko narrows his eyes and shakes his head. "I will not. I /do/ not." He states simply, then adds, "What makes you think that I do, anyway?"

"Because you have to stop yourself from kissing back sometimes," Decata informs, shortly.

M'ko blinks, pausing for a moment before he shakes his head again. "I do not."

"Do too," Decata counters.

"Do not!" Moe shouts angrily, stomping his foot for emphasis. "Now stop trying to make me believe things that aren't true."

Decata turns away, snorting, "Fine. Be that way." Was that a sniffle?

M'ko furrows his brows, scowling. "Stop that. Don't be upset with me just because I don't like you." No, just don't be upset with him because he won't let himself like you.

Decata doesn't stop, in fact the sniffle is a sure thing this time. She starts back towards her chair, sagging a little.

M'ko stamps his foot again. Watch out.... Moe's having a hissy fit. "Stop it! You can't make me feel guilty. It's not something I can /control/." He mumbles something inaudible under his breath, then glares at the greenrider. "Are you listening to anything I'm saying, you big wherryhead!?"

Decata flops back into her chair, arms crosses as she sulks, lower lip pouted out.

M'ko rolls his eyes and sighs, taking a few steps toward her. In a soft and, for once, gentle voice, he mutters, "Go find some other brownrider, Cata... One..One that really needs you..." He turns away again, and he's really leaving this time... Honest.

Decata sniffs softly, "There's only one other. And he's taken." She's sad. Look. See?

M'ko turns back around...Again, and there goes that rarely seen gentle side of Moe. "What?" He pauses, thinking. "Taken...Zal." He frowns again, eyes narrowing. "So. You're just trying to tell yourself...And /me/ that you like me, 'cause you can't have Zal." He chuckles lightly, bitterly. "I see."

"No," Decata assures, "That's not it. I'm over Zal..."

"Sure..." Moe chuckles again, shaking his head. "Not like I care, anyway..." Yeah, good thing he doesn't like her, huh?

Decata sniffs again, repeating, "I'm over him."

M'ko nods, then chuckles again. "I don't care."

Decata looks off at a wall to the side, her playfullness dropped, face sullen and ... sad? Can Decata truly be sad? Well, not exactly... but its close. She doesn't respond to you.

"Good. Ignore me. Hate me." Moe shrugs indifferently, then adds, quietly, "It's better that way.'

Decata still doesn't speak, her jaw set. A quick blink fights back a glimmering forming at her lower lids.

"Good..." Moe mumbles again, and really, honestly, truly is leaving this time.

Eshoth> Vindrith projects to Eshoth, << Why did your rider make my Decata sad? >>

A tear does make it by, but luckily its on the side of her face turned away from you. She reaches up to wipe it away quickly, then goes back to staring at the wall.

Eshoth> Vindrith senses that Eshoth relays his own thoughts, a rush of confused and concerned green and yellow tones. << He does not mean to... >> Honest.

M'ko wouldn't have noticed, anyway. He's leaving. Yup.

You head south.

Eshoth> Eshoth senses that Vindrith's thoughts are the same, her mindvoice curiously flat, reflecting her rider's melancholy. << What did he do? >>

Eshoth> Vindrith senses that Eshoth sends the mental equivilant of a shrug, then... << He...He refuses to let himself believe... >> Shrug.

Eshoth> Vindrith projects to Eshoth, << Believe what? >>

Eshoth> Eshoth projects to Vindrith, << That he has any feelings... >>

Eshoth> Eshoth senses that Vindrith snorts shortly. She says plainly, though not unkindly, << That's just silly. >>

Eshoth> Vindrith senses that Eshoth sounds amused, finally. << Yes...My rider is very silly. >>

Eshoth> Eshoth senses that Vindrith doesn't sound so amused. <>

Eshoth> Vindrith senses that Eshoth blinks. << Why is she unhappy? >>

Eshoth> Vindrith projects to Eshoth, << I'm not sure exactly why. But it has something to do with your rider. >>

Eshoth> Vindrith senses that Eshoth ohs... << He...He says that he has done nothing wrong. It is not his fault. >>

Eshoth> Eshoth senses that Vindrith sounds confused as she relates: << Decata agrees. But she is still upset. >>

Eshoth> Vindrith senses that Eshoth is awfully confused... << He says...That there is nothing he can do about that. >>

Eshoth> Eshoth senses that Vindrith isn't much better as far as understanding goes. << She says that she knows. The red one makes her sad, though. >>

Eshoth> Eshoth projects to Vindrith, << The red one....My Moe? He does not mean to. He never means to...But...He will not speak to your rider now. He is too frightened. >>

Eshoth> Vindrith projects to Eshoth, << Frightened of what? Does that mean we cannot see each other? >>

Eshoth> Vindrith senses that Eshoth projects, << Frightened of his feelings... >> He doesn't say anything about that last part.

Eshoth> Vindrith projects to Eshoth, << His feelings for her? >>

Eshoth> Vindrith senses that Eshoth just sends the mental equivilant of a shrug. << I do not know..I suppose so. >>