[Richie, on the other hand, doesn't bother smothering his chuckle as she fights to stop gravity from stealing the crumbs away. He takes another quick puff on his smoke and flicks off the ashes. The embers die in the wet grass.
She claims the mantle of fighter, even if she's petite and slim in the arms, delicate in the face. Not unlike Clair, he thinks. But the story is one hundred percent Star Trek, you bet. She's even got Spock's pointy ears.
Richie pulls another drag. Thinking.]
Can't say as I've met this Keith. It's good you've got a buddy, though. [He blows the smoke out to the side, respectful of where the wind's blowing so it doesn't come back for her face. He's frowning as he puzzles it out.] But, hmm. You've been doing the intergalactic bit for a while now, have you? If your human friends are from "Earth" and you're from, ah, Ultea was it?
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She claims the mantle of fighter, even if she's petite and slim in the arms, delicate in the face. Not unlike Clair, he thinks. But the story is one hundred percent Star Trek, you bet. She's even got Spock's pointy ears.
Richie pulls another drag. Thinking.]
Can't say as I've met this Keith. It's good you've got a buddy, though. [He blows the smoke out to the side, respectful of where the wind's blowing so it doesn't come back for her face. He's frowning as he puzzles it out.] But, hmm. You've been doing the intergalactic bit for a while now, have you? If your human friends are from "Earth" and you're from, ah, Ultea was it?