"Yes, Dad! Daddy Wulkir! I call him Daddy because he's always there for me and takes care of me, and he's a real hero!" Hydra took the toy, the cup, and the ball from Belost's hands. He threw the ball and, on the first try, it hit the cup! And without stopping, he did it again! Hydra looked at the toy with a smile, then handed it to Belost. "Thank you so much, I did great!"
"I found something amazing, fried crickets and chicken meat in sweet sauce! It's not far from here, I tried it, and I loved it! And I really want to show it to you, you have to try it! Hurry, hurry! They should be open by now! It would be a shame not to share such a delicious treat!" Hydra pulled Belost along with him.
"Why are you being transferred to a new ship? Didn't you like the old one?"
Wulkir a hero? Well now he'd really heard everything. Still, at least there was somebody out there who was a Wulkir superfan. Or a little bit more from the sound of it. Not that he thought badly of Wulkir. He just knew him. But he wouldn't argue that, especially not with somebody who looked up to him so much.
He took the cup back, a little put out at how easy the... whatever he was... made the game look.
"....fried cri- Well, I do like some sweet chicken. You can have my helping of crickets, though. I think I'm allergic to them...." He wasn't, but it seemed the best way to get out of having to explain why he was going to flip his shit if he found one cricket on his plate.
He hurried along behind Hydra who was practically dragging him along to what he assumed was some sort of food stand. At least he wasn't bored anymore.
"Nah, I like the old one just fine. But people like me get moved around a lot sometimes. So sometimes I get sent to one fleet, then to another, then back to one. I'm guessing you came here on Jester's ship."
