When Kai reached for her, Yuzuki accepted his touch without saying anything. She didn't smile. Would it have even been appropriate to smile? She tried it, feeling the situation out bit by bit. It didn't work for her. She crossed her arms instead and walked after him, keeping up.
"I'm fine," she answered, pushing her hair back again to try and brush away her lingering uncertainty. It didn't work. "Not even that tired, really. Don't worry about it, OK?"
She hoped that would end it. What was the point of talking about something you couldn't fix? Kai was being nice and humoring her interests, even though he thought them a little strange. There wasn't any point in worrying anyone, or asking after things like that.
"This your room?"
She nodded her head sideways at the door.
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"Next one down." the blond Yamataian corrected, before commenting again. "We're both Miharu crew. It's our job to worry about each other. What use is a chain when the links fall apart, each trying to be the strongest? We have to work together, and we have to work well. So after you see the pictures, you're going to take a break. Don't make me get the Shosa to order you to take one, either, because I'm sure she wouldn't be happy." Kai told Yuzuki, looking concerned about the Sprite.
Regardless, he opened the door and entered his room, where he began searching for his duffel bag. Locating said bag, the PA Pilot from Tami began to rustle around in it, searching for something. After a few moments of frantic searching, the Yamataian located what he was looking for. The first was a large pad of paper, a cover over the top so the contents could not be seen. The next was a small, portable stoarge device for information, and the third was a small, crinkled hardcopy picture, placed inside a little frame.
"The Picture in the frame is my parents. I haven't looked at it much in a while. The storage drive has old memories, pictures taken on Tami. And this;" he pointed to the drawing pad "Is where i'm good at describing things."
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The sprite stood in the hallway a little longer than was necessary, rolling the idea of taking a real break over in her head. She had slept, it was true, and it wasn't as if anyone were directly telling her to do anything - after Freeman-Juni had come back, there had not been any real reason to bump into anyone since there was no reason to direct anyone and she already knew a lot of what had to be done, so she hadn't really needed to be directed, per-se. Instead she had simply jumped into the work, because it was work and it needed jumped onto. Watching
the young man from beyond the doorframe, it dawned on her that she could more or less do whatever she wanted, if she wanted. Theoretically speaking, she was the only one who would know aside from the Miharu herself.
What if I want to finish everything? she wanted to ask, but instead she kept her mouth shut and followed the pilot into his room.
The picture caught her attention, so she joined him in looking at it. The couple there looked rustic, almost, to her. She didn't particularly recognize them, but comparing them with Kai, she could see the resemblance. The sprite glanced back and forth between them a few times before following Kai's attention to the notepad. She stared blankly for a moment before she realized what it was she was staring at. He was an artist. He was going to draw.
"Let's see," she said, crowding closer to watch, as if that would somehow hurry him.