[How about three times? Oh, well maybe not, one need not repeat himself that many times, two is enough, anymore and things get dumb. Not that any of this isn't dumb, and frustrating, and infuriating. Equius had much more important things to do, and none of them had to do with wasting his time in some... alien world away from his moirail who was very much in danger. A bit seething already, even if he doesn't look it. Equius seems to be rather calm as he stands, arms crossed; having been given his new belongings, Equius finds himself rather perturbed entirely by this next bit. That of course being...
Social mingling. And not even that of a refined kind! Like the kind highbloods did to assert ties amongst themselves. These are merely inferior species gallivanting about with no sense of dignity and it's just... ugh, no. Equius can feel a drop of sweat ready itself at his temple, waiting to fall down his cheek as he stares sternly through cracked sunglasses. The troll does his best to not touch anyone as he stands, leering at anyone in view, his nose is having a terrible time with all the unfamiliar and unpleasant smells lingering about like some interstellar sea of profane aromas.]
[Perhaps once he calms himself down he can information gather properly, but for now he'll just teem with fangs bared, as if ready to pounce any passerby.]
Open.
[Again. No.]
[How about three times? Oh, well maybe not, one need not repeat himself that many times, two is enough, anymore and things get dumb. Not that any of this isn't dumb, and frustrating, and infuriating. Equius had much more important things to do, and none of them had to do with wasting his time in some... alien world away from his moirail who was very much in danger. A bit seething already, even if he doesn't look it. Equius seems to be rather calm as he stands, arms crossed; having been given his new belongings, Equius finds himself rather perturbed entirely by this next bit. That of course being...
Social mingling. And not even that of a refined kind! Like the kind highbloods did to assert ties amongst themselves. These are merely inferior species gallivanting about with no sense of dignity and it's just... ugh, no. Equius can feel a drop of sweat ready itself at his temple, waiting to fall down his cheek as he stares sternly through cracked sunglasses. The troll does his best to not touch anyone as he stands, leering at anyone in view, his nose is having a terrible time with all the unfamiliar and unpleasant smells lingering about like some interstellar sea of profane aromas.]
[Perhaps once he calms himself down he can information gather properly, but for now he'll just teem with fangs bared, as if ready to pounce any passerby.]
[Aliens.]