[color=silver][h1][center]Shared Space Part 4[/center][/h1][/color]
[color=white][center][b]Lunar Veil | Cargo Bay[/b][/center][/color]
[color=silver][center]Summary[/center][/color]
[color=silver][center][i]Kinneas adjusts to his situation.[/i][/center][/color]
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OOC: JP between [@Winters], [@MK Blitzen], [@Aalakrys]

Vas wrinkled his nose at pet name and then frowned at the adult flirting with his teenage sister as if he needed further confirmation Goldilocks was a creep. "Bleeders or Pilots?" He asked, casually tossing a wood knife at Serena to catch.

“It’s a wood knife,” Serena said pragmatically holding it up for Kinneas to see. “No blood. Just splinters.” 

"Anything can make someone bleed if you try hard enough." Kinneas said after giving the wooden blade a once over before turning his attention back to the bar above him. 

Vas gave the peacock a flat look, noting how his question was brushed off. "You gonna stand there all moon brained cuz if you are …" Vas said to Serena letting his threat hang.

Serena’s cheeks turned red with embarrassment at Vas’ comment, but she knew his tone well enough to refocus on the task at hand, trailing after him. “See ya later Kinneas,” she said brightly, ignoring the pilot. 

Kinneas gave a short flick of his wrist after setting the bar back. He looked over to Tim, stage whispering as he watched the pair begin their training. "What's their deal? The kid - Pigtails - said they're siblings, but not or something? That was a really hazy first day, and she wasn't helping with her chattering." He rubbed at his head, a phantom of a dull ache beneath his fingertips. "And they are… knife fighters? Circus act?" He chuckled at the idea of Vas’ expression in regards to spandex would look like. 

“He belongs to some temple, as far as she tells it, monks of some sort.” Tim explained, letting himself slide off the back of the treadmill for a water break. .”They go back whenever we’re near Lilac. He’s either showing her the ropes, or maybe just a little zealous, wants to make sure she can take care of herself, because the verse isn’t exactly a forgiving place.  I figure war orphans, there’s plenty of ‘em out there, sticking together, I’m not 100% sure on that, it hasn’t much come up. The both of ‘em sometimes go off, do their own thing, Jago don’t much mind if you want to freelance as long as you don’t track shit in with you. You know?” He tossed a towel over to Kinneas, picking up his own as well. 

"Trying to lift my spirits with that last bit after the sad orphan story?" Kinneas smirked after catching the towel just as he sat up. "I've already tracked more than my fair share while unconscious so I can't really say it's a good time to tempt fate, and Fox is the only one who knows where I am." He rubbed at his forehead and neck with the towel, speaking speculatively again as if mulling it over and still coming to terms. He looked up with a smirk though. "I'm back on that companion idea - or the off-brand one anyway. Could find out if any big to-dos are going on and see if anyone needs an escort. Figure everyone needs company for those shindigs."
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