One Fish, Two Fish, Blue Fish Mingle

[heroofcocoon]

Who: The crew of the SS Blue Fish and friends
Broadcast: Not necessarily?
Action: On the lovely Blue Fish
When: Month of October

[With the tragedy of Lyuku and the entire Eyuzi system behind the Fleet, the crew of the Blue Fish and their friends are now settling into a new routine while they drift along in the relative safety of space.

As one of the few ships that didn't suffer a loss of crew during their little excursion, the crew can safely go about their duties, unless something attacks that is.]

Comments

[heroofcocoon]

Yeah.

[And there's a floodgate he hasn't opened in centuries...

And when he speaks, his voice is rough for a second.]

He was a kid that sort of fell in with my friends and I. Loved fashion. Pretty good shot with a gun too.

[fantachetic]

Was? My apologies. If you wish to not talk about it, I won't pry any further.

[ There are still things he doesn't want to talk about, especially those things that only his closest confidants know. ]

[heroofcocoon]

It was a long time ago. And I brought it up.

[Even still, given the option to talk or not talk about it is something he hasn't had for a while.]

I think he'd like the mustache you've got. He never could get any facial hair to grow.

[fantachetic]

It's a natural talent some possess, I will admit.

[ He is very proud of his mustache. Then again, he looks like an actual child without it. ]

[heroofcocoon]

[Snow reaches up to rub at his chin and the strap of hair that rests expertly there.]

Some of us have to take what we can get to grow though.

[fantachetic]

Yes, that may be true, but you don't wear it badly, either. [ Just saying. ]

[heroofcocoon]

[That earns him what might almost be an actual smile from Snow for the first time in years... centuries that he truly means.]

Perhaps you can tell that to your work partner. She's on me to shave again.

[fantachetic]

I believe I shall. A man is only as good as his facial hair, naturally.