[he asks, nose crinkling and voice jumping to a higher register briefly as he leans his hip against the counter. it smooths out after a moment, though, and his smile is tired. he shrugs, arms folding]
We don't get to stop very often, and I don't trust the ship to give us the finer things in life.
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[he asks, nose crinkling and voice jumping to a higher register briefly as he leans his hip against the counter. it smooths out after a moment, though, and his smile is tired. he shrugs, arms folding]
We don't get to stop very often, and I don't trust the ship to give us the finer things in life.