#computerbrained

haii i kind of forgot about this account.. here is the inside of my brain! 👾

Sometimes, he just--- liked to listen to Chuck talk. He’s not really listening but he gets so passionate, and he’s waving around the controller in his hands and showing him something he likes. And if he were a good person, he’d be honored to share this experience with him. But Casey’s seen war. Seen what it can do to a man’s unit and his psyche. Casey also doesn’t really--- get video games. They’re not for him. But it’s for the cover. It’s date night.  And Chuck got to pick this time. At least he got the right Thai food-- ( he always gets what Casey wants even before the bigger male asks for it, weird computer shit. ) “--- Yeah? Well--” He shrugged, looking to the screen back to him. “Still sucks.”

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“---- Do I got somethin’ on my face, Bartoswki or are you going to do my makeup?”

His chest aches something awful and he knows the doc told him to take it easy and to rest today but--- Mattie’s not much for sitting around and doing nothing. He dealt with enough of that back home in his tiny little room. Sometimes he missed it, missed his Ma and missed his sisters. Missed the loud--- it was too quiet here in the black.  Mattie wondered how Jayne dealt with it. New passengers were few and far between, mostly because of all the crime the crew did. ( He wasn’t stupid, the Captain might think he’s just a kid but look who’s Mattie’s brother. ) So when he saw the new face, saw the way he looked nervous as all hell, he wanted to say something. Hello, welcome to Serenity, duck every once and while.  Something!!  But of course, now is the time for a coughing fit to hit. A bad one too. 

She could feel it before he even entered the ramp of the ship. The buzzing of his brain was so loud it made her drop her crayon. It left a bright red spot on the picture. Reminded her of a blood driplet.  River moves through Serenity with grace, almost like a dance. Her bare feet feeling the cool metal under her skin. She leaned over the railing, as if that would give her a better view but he saw him. Dark curls, pretty brown eyes and a head full of secrets.  Failure. They didn’t see what she sees. River made her way down, her eyes on him the whole time. Right now, he was staring at Jayne as if he grew another head ( he certainly thinks with one and not the one on his shoulders ).  “Skittish. Like a abused puppy. Needs to nurtured.” She’s in front of him now, her hand moving to stroke his face. “It’s okay. You’re safe here. They’ll come for you soon.”