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derrica. ([personal profile] tender) wrote2019-08-02 02:35 pm

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There's a smile that plays on his face at her joke, the more serious answer. Yes, he can imagine they will; he's met so many good, kind people here, Derrica among them. A holiday is just a holiday. But...

"It works differently on a spaceship," he explains, less facetiously than before. "In space. The things you have..."

The things you have. He could've better described this a year ago, fresher to planetary living; a Belter would do a much better job of it. He's gotten complacent here, isn't sure how to feel about that.

"Space is tight, for one thing." She'd understand that, from sea living. "And anything you have, or wear, can become a weapon during battle. Clothes that can catch or get stuck are out. Jewelry's out. There are ways to personalize your cabins, but you don't want to fuck with the integrity of the bulkheads or get in the habit of keeping stuff out that you don't want hurtling at you at high speeds during maneuvers."

She might remember how spartan he'd used to keep his room in the early months of being here, ingrained habits. It's messier now: complacency.