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I think this guy's a couple of cans short of a six-pack!

Posted on Tue Dec 18th, 2012 @ 8:42pm by Captain Rin "Jules Verne" Tober
Edited on Thu Dec 20th, 2012 @ 8:00pm

"Captain's Personal Log... better yet, Dear Diary...'

'I chose to take dinner alone this evening. It was silly of me to think that I should be making the rounds. Making friends. I should've known to keep to myself would leave me not feeling foolish. Gawd, and how foolish I have been. Completely frakking daft as it were. Of course, no one thought to tell me that I was blithering like an idiot. Perhaps it's because people love to tell you 'well I knew the whole time, I thought you did too' in the aftermath."

--Brzzz.

"Who the hell could that be? Computer end log," I straightened my sleep shirt and pulled my hair from my face. It looked silly considering I wouldn't be redyeing it until morning. "Yes?"

Katsuro stood in the door way, averting his eyes from my pajama clad self. Couldn't say I blamed him, long tee shirts and shorty shorts weren't typically Captain attire. I'll have to remember to get some more modest jim-jams. "Captain? I was ummm..."

"What?"

"Is that a tattoo of a pistol on your thigh?"

Oh gawd, I was showing much more skin than anticipated. "Umm yeah, why don't you sit on the couch for a second so I can put some long pants on."

"You're fine, sorry I looked," he replied sheepishly before sitting on the couch anyway. Thank gawd I cleaned up since David was here, everything was perfectly acceptable, no disorganization here.

I took a blanket from the back of my arm chair and draped it around me like a cloak before sitting down next to him. "So... what's up?"

"I wondered why you didn't eat with the rest of the crew in the mess hall today, I mean I know you have your own dining room," he said quickly enough that he inhaled rather sharply. "Considering we leave on our mission tomorrow I thought you would, I mean you didn't eat with us, but you have been right? I didn't do..."

I raised an apprehensive eyebrow at him. "No, I ate alone because I felt like it, not because of you or anyone else."

"Oh... okay... well then... sorry I bothered you," he mumbled as he got to his feet. He looked like a 7 foot tall puppy, big eyes and all. I noticed that he had pulled his hair back in a long braid and that he was wearing a nice button down shirt open with a tee shirt advertising some movie called 'Suspiria' and shin length camouflage shorts.

"You want to hang out? I was about to watch a movie," I offered, pulling out my box of video sticks. "I was thinking of something with lots of explosions and time travel."

"You have Terminator?"

"Of course," I smiled grabbing the right one and inserting it into my small projector. "Why don't you replicate us some popcorn and stuff."

"Okay," his voice wavered a little. I barely noticed. We munched on popcorn through the opening credits making little remarks occasionally.

"Never noticed how you can see Arnold's balls so clearly..." I muttered.

"Seriously," he chuckled. "And now he's briskly walking. I can't help but stare."

"Right? It's like some form of hypnosis."

"We're going to need a counselor on this ship."

"For sure."

 

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