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[right][hr][color=gray][b]Smith's Rest, New Anchorage | HQ Mess Hall[/b]
March 27th, 2677[/color][hr][/right]
[indent][color=75906C][i]Jesus Christ on a Pine Tree. I hate mornings.[/i][/color]

While Stein, Alan, and Percy had been called into command for a mission, Joshua was trying to get settled in his breakfast for the morning. He stood in line, a loud, ungainly yawn breaking from his voice. In front of him was one of the child pilots; the one who wasn’t a loud-mouthed piece of shit. Joshua wiped his eyes clean as he tried to remember the name that he should’ve memorized by this point. But despite Joshua’s sarcastic and friendly demeanor he didn’t really stop to memorize anyone’s names beyond an exception or two. It was like his mother used to tell him: remembering a name was like naming a pig, you’re going to give a shit when it gets cooked. Smart advice to live by, as far as he was concerned.

He thought hard about the child pilot in front of him.

[color=75906C][i]What was her name again?[/i][/color]

Sera? No that wasn’t it. Not like it mattered. It was way too early to remember names of people he didn’t really ‘know’. But it still didn’t disinterest him in having something of a [i]genuine[/i] conversation. Especially considering the fact that the only pilot he really talked to in the mornings was the other waster who had an ounce of cultural appreciation – and that person was out on a mission. He considered having another “debate” with the knife girl but he didn’t really see her nor did he really want to talk to her. So the blonde girl child was a good of choice as any. 

[color=75906C]“Hey, blondie. You’re up early. Considering. You must [i]love[/i] this slosh they shovel to us.”[/color] [/indent]