Chance Encounters (Cont.)

[Hideous]

((Continuation of Chance Encounters, assumed to be taking place in the present timeline.))

Sufi's eyes peeled away from the screen to the character who'd just walked into the room. To say that Doc was energetic would be a tremendous understatement, as Sufi would probably seem like she was asleep compared to him even when she was in her most hyperactive mood. There was obviously no way to get a reply in with Doc's rapid-fire verbal barrage, so she just sat up and tried to listen without missing any parts until he was done. She was still feeling quite full and lazy, but it would have been quite impolite to remain sprawled over the couch while meeting somebody for the first time; especially somebody that she was living with.

"Umm, yep, that's me," Sufi acknowledged once Doc had gone quiet. "Nice to meet you too. Oh and yes, the room is lovely, thank you! I mean...uhh, satisfactory. Yes, definitely very satisfactory." She smiled appreciatively while reassuring the extremely animated man that he'd done a good job with the renovations.

Luckily, Sufi wasn't the type of person who would get annoyed by overly vivacious behavior, so she found it no less enjoyable to hang out with somebody like Doc than she did with a far more normally paced person. He seemed like a lot of fun in his own wacky little way, and from what she'd heard from Mal and Denise, he was really smart too. With the incredible speed that he could speak at, Sufi could maybe even learn a thing or two...thousand. "wanna join me?" she asked while patting the couch cushion to her left. "I don't think I can figure out how to work all of these buttons on the remote by myself. Women and technology, you know how it is," she joked, still smiling.

 

[Jiang Winters]

Doc froze briefly. "Join you?" he repeated. He stared blankly at the cushion for a split second, then slightly hitched his shoulders and plopped himself down in the offered seat. "Thank you. Now, remote is very simple. Don't sell yourself so short. Configuration is completely standard. Anything too complex and Mal wouldn't understand it," the man said, laughing briefly at his own joke.

"...Oh. You were joking. I understand now," he added in less than a second later. He chuckled and snatched up the remote. His fingers flew across the rows of buttons studding the device, prompting the entirety of the home entertainment system to flicker to life. "Unimportant now, though. It's working." He tossed her the remote. "Watch anything you like. Doesn't matter to me. More interested in studying the subject matter depicted."