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On the Bebop
Aug. 13th, 2005 08:16 pmIt's quiet and cool and their footsteps echo on the steel grating beneath them.
Just like every other time.
He lets her lead the way, though, and he hopes more than anything they're near something he recognizes.
But he just smokes and whistles a little tune and wanders the familiar twists and turns of the ship, Beth in the lead, still holding her hand.
And there's the view of this little corner of the Solar System. Spike smiles quietly at what presents itself to them.
Just like every other time.
He lets her lead the way, though, and he hopes more than anything they're near something he recognizes.
But he just smokes and whistles a little tune and wanders the familiar twists and turns of the ship, Beth in the lead, still holding her hand.
And there's the view of this little corner of the Solar System. Spike smiles quietly at what presents itself to them.
