[ Miles is going to spend most of this time perusing the amateur comics ... mostly because they're hilarious. He tucks at least one Geiszlieb comic under his arm for later, with his compliments to the (deeply startled) artist. As for pictures of his own group, well ... He might be looking at the wrong tables, but there seem to be woefully few artistic pieces of anyone he knows from home. Alas. If not for the lovely image that someone drew of Gregor and Aral in their Lucky Cat uniforms, he might have written the whole thing off as a complete waste of time. Instead, he whistles tunelessly as he continues to pick through the offerings with his prize tucked carefully under one arm with the comics. He knows of at least two people who will definitely appreciate the gift. ]
Is this normal? Everyone getting all - er - artistic about us?
[ He says, holding up yet another Geiszlieb comic. ]
B - Dendarii Security Corporation
[ When he's not out and about, Miles is, naturally, manning the booth for his (not) mercenary group. Miles himself is deeply self-satisfied in a way unrelated to the decent influx of natives who seem interested in their services. No, these smug looks are entirely directed at Gregor, whom he is occasionally looking over at with a soulful expression. And gently sending jabs of love and picturing you naked whenever he thinks he can get away with it.
It's nearly enough to make up for the fact that the booth is adorned by both the con-provided DENDARII SECURITY CORP sign as well as the ridiculously glittery and bedazzled WHEN YOU NEED A SMALL MAN FOR A BIG JOB hanging directly below it. Just pretend it isn't there, please. He greets any newcomer with a bright smile, and puts down his reading material (namely the romantic adventures of his facetwin, Hermann) to give them his full attention. ]
Miles Vorkosigan | Unregistered | OTA
[ Miles is going to spend most of this time perusing the amateur comics ... mostly because they're hilarious. He tucks at least one Geiszlieb comic under his arm for later, with his compliments to the (deeply startled) artist. As for pictures of his own group, well ... He might be looking at the wrong tables, but there seem to be woefully few artistic pieces of anyone he knows from home. Alas. If not for the lovely image that someone drew of Gregor and Aral in their Lucky Cat uniforms, he might have written the whole thing off as a complete waste of time. Instead, he whistles tunelessly as he continues to pick through the offerings with his prize tucked carefully under one arm with the comics. He knows of at least two people who will definitely appreciate the gift. ]
Is this normal? Everyone getting all - er - artistic about us?
[ He says, holding up yet another Geiszlieb comic. ]
B - Dendarii Security Corporation
[ When he's not out and about, Miles is, naturally, manning the booth for his (not) mercenary group. Miles himself is deeply self-satisfied in a way unrelated to the decent influx of natives who seem interested in their services. No, these smug looks are entirely directed at Gregor, whom he is occasionally looking over at with a soulful expression. And gently sending jabs of love and picturing you naked whenever he thinks he can get away with it.
It's nearly enough to make up for the fact that the booth is adorned by both the con-provided DENDARII SECURITY CORP sign as well as the ridiculously glittery and bedazzled WHEN YOU NEED A SMALL MAN FOR A BIG JOB hanging directly below it. Just pretend it isn't there, please. He greets any newcomer with a bright smile, and puts down his reading material (namely the romantic adventures of his facetwin, Hermann) to give them his full attention. ]
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