[color=silver][h1][center]The Morning After Part 2[/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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OOC: JP between [@Yule], [@Aalakrys]

On the way to find the showers, he mused at his luck in not coming across any booby traps. Those kids seemed like the type to booby-trap their room when they weren’t there. It was an amusing thought, and before he'd met this lot, more a joke than a possibility. The shower that left him smelling far more edible than usual was difficult in such a cramped space. [i]How the hell do people [/i]live[i] in ships?[/i]

Since no one had been on the crew deck, he didn’t bother getting dressed in the confined space and went with a towel around his waist back to his room, the only thing covering his chest the thin cord of leather tied to a coin. Besides, Kinneas wasn’t a modest person anyway, and the crew had been pretty convincing of being in their own skin - so to speak… Why shouldn’t he?

He dressed in a smooth black quarter-sleeve and dark loose jeans, laced up his boots, and loosely pulled back his freshly brushed damp hair before heading out to find the captain. The pink brush lay sticker side down atop the chest of drawers, its pilfered companion of pomegranate shampoo standing beside it. Maybe he’d give it back later, or maybe he’d keep it and call them square on the whole kidnapping thing.

The aroma of coffee waiting through the corridor caught Kinneas' attention the moment his bunk hatch closed behind him. Without hesitation, his feet turned towards the galley as he could all but taste the disappointing flavor the scent brought on. Still, coffee was coffee. How terrible could this lot's taste be in it?

Kinneas was on his way to the galley when the small set of steps brought the doctor into view at the table. He gave a wave on his way to where the coffee pot had to be. "Morning, Doc."

Doc was engrossed in a book, a half-drunk cup of coffee rested next to her free hand. She never looked up when she simply said, matter-of-factly, "Thief."

“Gesundheit?” Kinneas said, pausing mid-pour as he arched an eyebrow, not phased. After all, he did nothing wrong. He lowered the pot back to the counter level. “Is there a charge for the coffee?”

"Huh?" Doc snorted, realizing she wasn't alone. "Nah, nah. Go ahead." She said, waving a dismissive hand as she dug back into her book. "I was looking for a five-letter word for 'purloiner'." She added as she pulled a pencil that was tucked behind her ear and began to scribble on the open page.

“Sounds as good of a word as any.” Kinneas said with a shrug as he turned back to acquire his coffee, not a hint of associated guilt touching his conscience. His attention was much more focused on what had to be disappointment in a cup, though he’d give it a try. “Not a lot of patients today, then?” 

Doc gave a sardonic chuckle. "Only if ya get a hankering for hiring yourself or of boredom. That's usually the only injuries you'll usually see on the long haul legs of a trip." She tapped her temple with the eraser end of her pencil as she leaned towards the ship's new addition and smirked. "Space madness." She leaned back with a shrug and sighed, "Some just…can't take the life, I guess. Speaking of, how's the noodle?"
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