In the flirtatious version of the game of cat and mouse, Makari didn't care which role he was cast in. Either suited the Risian just fine. Such was the laid back nature of Risa and its inhabitants. True to Risian form he was happy just to know that he was progressing in the game, that he was moving forward, that a hunk of hotness was bending to his will like a soft bit of clay worked its way through the fingers of a master sculptor as he sat at the wheel, spinning, gently caressing...<br/><br/>He laughed to himself at those thoughts. He had simply agreed to meet Darrin at the transporters. And to apparently bring a scarf along with him. Hardly a game of cat and mouse. It was hardly even a game of sleeping cat and slow to the draw mouse. It was... well the transporter and a scarf. Unless he had meant JUST a scarf... now that would have been interesting, though Makari did have a feeling that even with a laid back captain such as theirs, the uniform code was not quite THAT lax.<br/><br/>Not about to go about the ship in his skin and a smile, he left sickbay and headed towards his quarters. To grab a scarf. And then go to the transporter. Sleepy cat, lethargic mouse, let the games begin.<br/><br/>