Frea would never call it a piece of junk. It's important to him, and that means it's important, period. And who is she to judge? She knows nothing about traveling in space, and almost nothing about machinery. It might be the most perfectly perfect starship ever built. She'll never know. If nothing else, it's an excellent shelter from the rain.
"Vweilu nuts." Nuts usually come from trees, and trees take a while to mature... but she'll try to come up with something, for him. "That's a fun word. Vweilu." Saying it makes her lips move in ways that make her look especially kissable.
The surprise is contagious--she doesn't understand why that's such a surprising question, so his reaction is mirrored in her expression. "Oh, that's tricky. Maybe just... pick a day in the same season? I think birthdays are more about celebrating a person than exact records anyway."
She doesn't need much coaxing to follow him inside. Once they're in and off the ramp she looks around, brushing some loose hair that's been plastered against her cheek behind her ear while she does. She shivers again before pressing up against him again. He might not be warm to the touch right now, but the contact's giving her some kind of comfort. "Maybe I just want an excuse to feed you cake. Do I need excuses for that?"
Thanks. The philosophical questions are interesting to me, but I'd prefer them without the violence.
Date: 2016-07-31 07:20 pm (UTC)"Vweilu nuts." Nuts usually come from trees, and trees take a while to mature... but she'll try to come up with something, for him. "That's a fun word. Vweilu." Saying it makes her lips move in ways that make her look especially kissable.
The surprise is contagious--she doesn't understand why that's such a surprising question, so his reaction is mirrored in her expression. "Oh, that's tricky. Maybe just... pick a day in the same season? I think birthdays are more about celebrating a person than exact records anyway."
She doesn't need much coaxing to follow him inside. Once they're in and off the ramp she looks around, brushing some loose hair that's been plastered against her cheek behind her ear while she does. She shivers again before pressing up against him again. He might not be warm to the touch right now, but the contact's giving her some kind of comfort. "Maybe I just want an excuse to feed you cake. Do I need excuses for that?"