.ﾟeggciting friendships ! ☆
@icahyejin
it wasn’t a necessarily rare occurrence for qian to get familiar and friendly with her trading partners. well, when it came to the more civilised, interesting ones of above average intelligence and decent personal hygiene, that is. (ruffians were not only too simple and overtly violent, but they often times argued with her on her prices--song qian does not haggle with her bids.) jinjin, bless her and her little robotic hand, was grouped into a pleasant shades of greys. small, quirky and a bit of a bloody nuisance, the girl proved to be a decent business partner and an amusing acquaintance.
and so, as clucky laid too many eggs and one had been fertilised (was it a rooster from that one other raxii planet she couldn’t recall?), song qian decided to gift the girl with it. surely, if there was anyone else who could appreciate qian’s fine genetic artistry, it would be jinjin! and if not, well, qian supposed she could take her gifts elsewhere.
“jinjin!” qian (or victoria, as she was known to her business partners) exclaimed, hand placed over the bulbous bag sat at her waist. “i apologise for my late arrival. space traffic, you know.”