[open]

[polyhistor]

Characters: Spencer Reid and open.
Date: From April 5th-14th.
Location: Various locations in Keeliai and Atam.
Situation: Reid does SCIENCE!! And other things. There will be some specific threadstarters and some general ones.
Warnings/Ratings: Excessive tldr?
Other: prose or actionspam are both fine by me. Also if you could fill out my permissions post that would be awesome. Reid is a behavioural analyst with the FBI and he tends to use body language and linguistic cues to 'profile' other characters. Obviously this is an ability that tends towards 'hugely infomoddy' so I like to keep things above the board whenever possible.

Comments

[depicted]

[A pause. Study Reid. Try to understand the social cues.]

[Nope. His usual methods are failing him. He just has to be direct.]

Is that a good thing or a bad thing, or just an observation?

[polyhistor]

[The awkwardness is stifling. Like being wrapped in a scarf. Made of failure.]

It's... a long thing? I usually have, um-- [teammates.] people who kind of...

[... this is even more awkward to admit but he started talking he may as well finish the statement. To Dorian Gray.]

-- Remind me when to eat. That sort of thing. I get a little absorbed in my work.

[depicted]

[There is a momentary pause, and then Dorian gets to his feet. He briefly pats Spencer on the shoulder (sorry, but his was a physical social training) and says,]

Let me get you something. I'm starving myself. Then you can tell me what you're working on, yeah?

[And he smiles to put Reid at ease.]

[polyhistor]

[He doesn't quite flinch away from the physical contact, but his shoulders tense under Dorian's brief physical imposition.]

I'd, um-- ['like that' would be a lie, wouldn't it. He doesn't mind the interruption, but the assumed familiarity has him a little on edge.]

Sure. That'd be great.

[depicted]

What do you want?

[polyhistor]

[HE'S BEING PUT ON THE SPOT HELP HELP.]

I'm not fussy. Just nothing I have to eat with chopsticks, please. Oh, um--

[Give him a moment he's digging through his clothes for some money annnd-- there we go. He holds it out to Dorian.]

[depicted]

[Dorian accepts it with the same smile. His new method: just ignore everything that is awkward. Will it work? Who knows!]

[Anyway, he comes back with a simple food for Reid and something for himself and takes back his seat.] There you are.