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★ character facts. | @condomglitter 

🌅    ur right mobile is a prison but u kno what isn’t a prison???? reece and kira-lee’s koooooommmmmbbbbbbiiiiiiiiiiiiii 😎🤙 Here’s a rough inside look into the vehicle they call home! Part one!

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A brief history: The kombi had been passed down in Reece’s family from generation to generation, starting with his grandfather, to his father, and then to him (since he won the game of rock-paper-scissors against his brothers). He’s been living in and driving it since he was 18! Now for the numbers:

Kira is the one who sleeps in the makeshift bed Reece had made when he was travelling solo. The mattress is thin and old, but the pillows are relatively new, as well as the sheets, duvet, and knit blanket. The entire thing, aside from the frame, had been thrifted (meaning that none of it matches, though the throw rug underneath it and one of the sheets does match the kombi’s sea-foam green nicely)!

There are small shelving units placed beneath the windows, neatly screwed in. These are to display small decorations such as crystals, shells, jewelry, etc - and also to hold self-care items like skin care, hair care, dental hygiene, so on. These were placed before Kira joined Reece, but were mostly utilized for empty beer cans and sea glass he found.

A rack for hanging clothing on! Or to pull yourself out of bed.

Two standing dressers, screwed into the kombi so they don’t fall over during bumpy rides. Each is assigned to one of the surfers with three drawers each - neither Kira-lee or Reece have a plethora of clothing, so this works out nicely for things like board shorts, swimsuits, shirts, and underwear!

Final note; there is storage place UNDER the bed to make room for rash-guards, full body wet-suits, kitchenware, a small propane stove, so on! 

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      It wasn’t often that he left the ship for personal reasons. Typically Kiat’re would leave his crew without their commander only to fulfill solo missions. Hunting down a rogue, or scouting a planet. But every now and then he just needed time to himself and time away from the ship where he spent most of his time. These personal trips also happened to be one of the few times he wore something different. Something beyond his usual choices of either armor or his favorite pair of tall boots and skintight pants. He still sported the pants and boots, but for this special occasion he’d worn a shirt to accompany the outfit. Made of a soft grey fabric, the tanktop hung loosely around his torso. Nothing too fancy, really. The place he was going didn’t require fancy, though no doubt he’d be a bit underdressed compared to it’s usual patrons. Not that it bothered him any.

      Stepping through the doors and into the main room, Ki scanned the lounge with a hum. He wasn’t a fan of seedy bars, and he didn’t like paying for the expensive drinks at upscale clubs. So this middleground lounge was a favorite of his. Typically the commander would head straight to the bar to snag a drink, but a flash of red caught his eye. Was that-? No, it wasn’t possible. Too-long ears perked forward in curiosity as the galra made his way towards a long cushioned seat where something new sat. He all but broke the couch as he plopped himself right down next to the ginger haired woman.

Her eyes shifted to the side to track the movement of the other. Prior to... this, prior to the now, Nabooru could not recall having seen her before. The red hair spoke to Gerudo ancestry, though her height screamed Hylian, and the fact that the witch had only seemed to appear after Ganondorf’s mind had started to slip and his great reign had begun spoke to something else entirely. 

“How is it...” 

She had to wait a moment to allow her tone to even. Nabooru’s attention shifted to the crystal glassware. A glass of water was poured from the pitcher, and near immediately she could see the pitcher refilling itself. Magic. The room was thick with it and the taste of it seemed to curl over her tongue. It was nothing that water would wash away, though going through the motions as if it would provided... small amounts of comfort.