Title: Dirt-Kisser
Rating: PG. So there is kissin'.
Characters: The crew, the PCs. Kao Helena and Kao Wen
Pairings: M/I, Z/W, S/K by nature of the 'verse, but nothing overt.
Summary: 20ish years post-BDM. Serenity takes on passengers, Serra undergoes a rite of passage. (1/3) Fluffy, fluffy, fluffy.
Disclaimer: Most of the characters (sans the PCs and the Kaos) aren't mine, but the situation is.
For newbies: New Leaf, Brother, Shadow, Mei-Mei, Mischief, Forty, Pirate Children, Mistletoe, Hell-Raising, Delinquent, Dirt-Kisser, Barriers, Tough, Echo, Civilized, Breathing
Author's Note: So after the utter depression that was Breathing, here's some fun and games involving the PCs and their antics. Starting to fill in some of the gaps between Delinquent and Barriers.
Kacey Washburn, 19.5 (offship)
Lolly Tam, 18.5
Abe Reynolds, 17
Serra Reynolds, 12
Part 1
“Mei-Mei!”
“I’m comin’, Daddy, hold your horses!”
“Now, please! We got company.”
“Hold on. I can’t find my pants.”
“You can’t find your…” The captain pauses, stunned, and gapes a little before continuing, scratching at the back of his neck. “Did you ask your mama?”
“She’s off with everyone else.”
The voice shouting in return has a definite sense of “duh” in it.
“Right, right,” the captain nods, looking over to the two passengers signed on for this trip. “Sorry ‘bout this. Rest of the crew is off re-stocking, and I’ve got some business ‘needs seein’ to, so she’ll have to show you around.”
“Found ‘em!”
“Well good, get down here!”
A preteen girl hustles down the stairs two-at-a-time, buttoning her pants, skipping the last four stairs all together to land next to the captain and the two passengers.
“Hello,” the female passenger says, a little startled. She isn’t sure what she was expecting after this exchange, but it wasn’t a pretty little girl in hand-me-down jeans and a white cotton T-shirt, black braid hanging down her back.
“This is my daughter, Serra,” the captain introduces, pride laced in his voice
You can't take the sky from me
“You can’t find your…” The captain pauses, stunned, and gapes a little before continuing, scratching at the back of his neck. “Did you ask your mama?”
You sent me that part before, but it still made me laugh. Very cute, you. ;)
Oh...one little niggle...the word I think you meant to use is "comestible," not combustible. Unless the processed protein is explosive all of a sudden;)
BEB
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