Dōkeshi
KITTEH. OF. MURDER.
This was always the part of the flight that bother Kobayashi. Taking off, that is. For some reason, heights didn't bother him, but the movement between the ground and space did. He muttered something to that effect into Morrigan's hair as the ship lifted off into space. When they finally got out of the atmosphere, he just closed his eyes and squeezed her. People were staring at the pair, the woman with huge black wings and the harp, and the white-clad man with the silver mask. But who cared? The White Dokeshi was finally happy.
"Well, Morrigan, we're on our way... I love looking at the stars, even the lines in hyperspace."
[member='Morrigan']
"Well, Morrigan, we're on our way... I love looking at the stars, even the lines in hyperspace."
[member='Morrigan']