"Spiiiiike. Can I come down with you? I got my scarf and mitts and everything!"
" go ask jet--- “ and thus strikes an echo of jet’s words in passing before he stepped out of the bebop this very morning. he left the responsibility of watching over bella on him, the last adult and non-child nor animal on the bebop. great. he is a step away from departing the ship, the asteroid’s cold wintry hands running through his exposed neck beneath his pink jacket.
a second passes, then : “ put your jacket and gloves on. let’s go. “











