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scriveynerTitle: happiness is
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Star Wars AU
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 423
Summary:
Gotou’s favorite place to nap was at the pilot’s chair. The seat was well-worn and comfortable, and he could nestle back into it, boots up on the console, arms folded over his chest and chin tucked down as he snoozed. At first, when he was first learning his new ship, napping here was a means of convenience: he flew the ship alone, and if an alarm went off he’d have to stumble from his bunk to the cockpit, and who knew what could go wrong in that time. Over time, it just became this thing he did. Maybe if he had another crewman things would be different, and he’d sleep in his bunk while the ship drifted through space.
A soft beeping woke him from his doze. It wasn’t an alarm, not yet — a reminder that the fuel cells would need recharging before too long. All the same Gotou sat forward, moving to slap the button and turn off the reminder. He’d get the cells charged when they arrived at their destination in two days’ time … they had enough juice to last four times that, but he wasn’t about to take chances. Things on this ship liked to fail without warning.
Gotou scratched his jaw and yawned, then glanced down at the blanket that had slid off his chest as he sat forward. It wasn’t really a blanket, more a familiar, hooded, short cloak. Gotou blinked at it a moment, then smiled.
He found Masayoshi in the common area, curled up on the jump couch. He was too long to sleep sprawled out, and Gotou had cannibalized the other bunk on board the ship years ago, thinking he would only ever be the only crewman aboard. Masayoshi slept here, on the couch in the common without so much as a complaint.
Gotou tucked the cloak over Masayoshi’s shoulders. He stirred a little but didn’t wake, turning his face in toward his arm and sighing softly. Gotou smiled again, then looked up guiltily to see the flowerpot dome of the astromech droid Masayoshi called Sunny turned in his direction, watching him.
“Mind your business,” he said shortly, and the droid whistled at him, low and rude. Gotou rubbed his jaw and sighed, then walked past where the R5 unit was plugged into the wall, and headed for the refresher.
Masayoshi sighed again, and smiled.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Star Wars AU
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 423
Summary:
Gotou’s favorite place to nap was at the pilot’s chair. The seat was well-worn and comfortable, and he could nestle back into it, boots up on the console, arms folded over his chest and chin tucked down as he snoozed. At first, when he was first learning his new ship, napping here was a means of convenience: he flew the ship alone, and if an alarm went off he’d have to stumble from his bunk to the cockpit, and who knew what could go wrong in that time. Over time, it just became this thing he did. Maybe if he had another crewman things would be different, and he’d sleep in his bunk while the ship drifted through space.
A soft beeping woke him from his doze. It wasn’t an alarm, not yet — a reminder that the fuel cells would need recharging before too long. All the same Gotou sat forward, moving to slap the button and turn off the reminder. He’d get the cells charged when they arrived at their destination in two days’ time … they had enough juice to last four times that, but he wasn’t about to take chances. Things on this ship liked to fail without warning.
Gotou scratched his jaw and yawned, then glanced down at the blanket that had slid off his chest as he sat forward. It wasn’t really a blanket, more a familiar, hooded, short cloak. Gotou blinked at it a moment, then smiled.
He found Masayoshi in the common area, curled up on the jump couch. He was too long to sleep sprawled out, and Gotou had cannibalized the other bunk on board the ship years ago, thinking he would only ever be the only crewman aboard. Masayoshi slept here, on the couch in the common without so much as a complaint.
Gotou tucked the cloak over Masayoshi’s shoulders. He stirred a little but didn’t wake, turning his face in toward his arm and sighing softly. Gotou smiled again, then looked up guiltily to see the flowerpot dome of the astromech droid Masayoshi called Sunny turned in his direction, watching him.
“Mind your business,” he said shortly, and the droid whistled at him, low and rude. Gotou rubbed his jaw and sighed, then walked past where the R5 unit was plugged into the wall, and headed for the refresher.
Masayoshi sighed again, and smiled.
