#starterbound

Cressida drummed her fingers over the dining room table nervously, counting out her breaths as if to calm herself down. "Do they really want our help?" she asked, unsure if anyone was even listening, "We are kinda...the ones who got them into this situation."

It all seemed like compensation - an apology to a race the galaxy had reject in ignorance, blindness to their very existence. Cain slowly brought a cigarette to his lips, a tremor whistling through his tightened muscles as he let it rest between his lips, chapped from years of neglect, years of disregard. Each inhale seemed renewal, long drags of commercial cigarettes burning sweetly through his ravaged lungs.  He glanced at the door to the medical ward, peeling over its worn marker as if it were to change, "There's no way in hell I'm going in there." He hissed, leaning back against the wall.

"----Oh, oh! Can I cut this off? I want to practice!"

The medical ward is offering classes? What -- am I in school again?

"Some of these fields of flowers are absolutely beautiful. They're going to make wonderful settings for a new book." Picking up a yellow daffodil he bought it up to his nose. It smelt sweet and fresh. Much better than anything he had ever smelt at home. Everything was so vibrant and real. Placing the flower in his top pocket on his blazer he closed his eyes and looked up to the sun letting the cool breeze run through his hair.

"And I thought we were all adults and kept to ourselves------ I stand here baffled and ultimately disgusted by everyone's loose lips."

"You got a light? I forgot mine back in my dorm and I really need a fucking cigarette right now. You don't even have to sit around to hear the melodramatics; take it as my gift to you."

"Earth is prettier than expected — although those little kittens are a definite pain in the neck no matter how cute they are."