[ THAT'S NOT AN ANSWER. BUT OH WELL. anyways, they feel like baiken is the type to keep suitably quiet about shit. and maybe they're being irresponsible, but they're hurt and it's thursday and they're tired and they like baiken in a way bartenders become fond of frequent fliers. they become part of the scenery, the every day. they carve a niche.
they chug their beer for a hot minute before wiping their mouth on the back of their hand. ]
[ they hold out their lighter for her if she needs a light. as they do so, the cat just kind of lifts its head to sleepily look at baiken and hops off the couch on the other side to go and just
[ she accepts the offer - boy does that make things easier - and reclines back onto the couch as she inhales. she watches idly as son does son things. ]
[ it is really just a cat prowling in close. he is well-fed and sleek, and just kind of leans in the way cats do to sniff sniff sniff. probably leaning back then because smoky. ]
[ sorry kitto, but baiken isn't going to stop just because you're curious. she eyes him idly, as she doesn't get much time up close and personal with animals. ]
[ thebe's gotten used to knowing that the fore golf joke is just totally lost on many people on board this ship. that's okay. they just ponder the next question a moment. ]
Yeah, I've got one. But I have to go by just my callsign for a little longer...
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[ THAT'S NOT AN ANSWER. BUT OH WELL. anyways, they feel like baiken is the type to keep suitably quiet about shit. and maybe they're being irresponsible, but they're hurt and it's thursday and they're tired and they like baiken in a way bartenders become fond of frequent fliers. they become part of the scenery, the every day. they carve a niche.
they chug their beer for a hot minute before wiping their mouth on the back of their hand. ]
I like this place the best.
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It's nice when it's quiet, I'll give you that.
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Good place to think too much, good place to not think at all.
Sometimes I don't know which I'd prefer.
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she's in no hurry to break the silence. ]
Thinkin' too much doesn't do any good.
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strut right across hers. unafraid. what's up? ]
Son, don't be too nosy...
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What're you, a bakeneko?
[ probably just a cat, but, you never know. ]
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He's my cat. From home.
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And you named him Son? Or is that a callsign too.
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Yeah.
... His real name's Fore.
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...You got a name, or is it some company secret?
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Yeah, I've got one. But I have to go by just my callsign for a little longer...
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Don't want to make the Company upset.