As yet another day passed into another and yet another, Rett was growing more and more restless. Of course, things were going swimmingly well with his bao bei, Wren. Why wouldn't they be? They were in a very mundane and boring place. Even the recent upheaval about Proposition 37 left Rett with a very disinterested outlook on the town they were living in.
"Wren, do you think that what we've got is considered magic by the general populace?" He canted his head as he gazed at her from across the booth that they were sitting at in the Star's End Bar. He sipped his drink through a straw, his cheek being upheld by the side of his fist.
"Need to get out of here. I hate to say this, but I miss the star ship." He sipped his drink, mud gray eyes intent on his companion. "I'd do anything for passage into the black, even for a little while." Reaching across the table, he wanted to take her hand. "It's where we both belong."
"Wren, do you think that what we've got is considered magic by the general populace?" He canted his head as he gazed at her from across the booth that they were sitting at in the Star's End Bar. He sipped his drink through a straw, his cheek being upheld by the side of his fist.
"Need to get out of here. I hate to say this, but I miss the star ship." He sipped his drink, mud gray eyes intent on his companion. "I'd do anything for passage into the black, even for a little while." Reaching across the table, he wanted to take her hand. "It's where we both belong."