[color=silver][h1][center]The Morning After Part 1[/center][/h1][/color]
[color=white][center][b]Lunar Veil | Galley[/b][/center][/color]
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[color=silver][center][i]Kinneas adjusts to life with the rough and motley crew of the LV.[/i][/center][/color]
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It was the next day their new passenger, who was technically now crew just the only person who knew that was Jago at the moment, was free to wander. The smell of coffee and food filled the galley and hallway, chatter could be heard from the cockpit and interestingly enough the pigtailed chatterbox and her brother were nowhere in sight. Yet. It was by now late morning on the ship and everyone seemed to have fallen into their daily routines. 

Kinneas had spent the better part of his morning doing what hecould of his routine. There had been minor adjustments in his nomadic second life, but he never would start a day without basic hygiene. That meant unpacking his duffle, and since he would be staying things were placed away where he found them adequate. Storage in the bunk was a simple steel bedside stand and similarly assembled chest of drawers, both bolted down or built into the ship for obvious reasons. He sighed only in dismay at the discovery his toiletry bag must’ve been left behind. It hadn’t been packed in the duffle, but rather sat on the makeshift crate in the miners' camp. Everything else was there, but still. Not having his expensive products set his mood a might sour.

Doing what he could with his hair without a brush, which meant pulling it back, he set off to ask one of his new neighbors if he could borrow some products, but they either were ignoring him (which he wouldn’t put past the captain, doctor, or punk kid) or out already. So, he helped himself to the first open room he could find. 

Kinneas climbed down to the first open room that smelled a bit of clove and sugar. Unlike his own room, the room had a bunk bed against the wall, neither bed had been made. The dresser had various ribbons and bobby pins along with a pink brush decorated with bright stickers, a cheap-looking black comb, and a small mirror. The room was a bit bigger than his, better to accommodate the two people living there. It had enough room to have a small low table litter with knives and some craft and art equipment that was in mid-use. One of the walls was decorated with little star-shaped string lights and the shelf had random little nick nacks on them.

Kinneas could only marvel at the aesthetic in horror and wonder as he scanned the room for a moment, but quickly set to his mission given he did [i]not[/i] want to be caught here by either tenant. As he lifted the pink and stickered hairbrush, not being particularly picky given the situation, his eyes were roaming to discover a likely spot Vas would have shampoo. The kid did have some hair, so he had to have shampoo - and Kinneas thought he’d rather not have glitter on him until he died, so it was more a prayer than anything else. Plus, there was no way in hell he was going through the girl’s stuff.

Kinneas easily recognized a toiletry bag. There was suspiciously only one though. It was bright with a cheerfully drawn beach with 'Pirates Cove' printed on it. This was complemented with an anime pirate next to the text. There was only one set of shampoo and conditioner and they were the cheap kind from vending machines. Both were red and involved pomegranate. The only thing remotely male in the bag was a straight razor and tin of pomade. The rest was a slew of girls' bathroom needs.

Kinneas grimaced at the find - or lack of findings. If he had time, he’d do a more thorough search given the comments about a secret hidden stash of romance novels that were nowhere about, but as it was he boosted the cartooned pirate bag. At least, to pick out shampoo and toothpaste. The rest wasn’t worth digging around a woman’s female [i]things[/i], so he’d live without until they reached New Kasimir. “Pomegranates… Kěnéng gèng zāo (Could be worse)…”


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