Malcolm Beauregard Reynolds (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
badinlatin) wrote2006-05-08 12:58 pm
badinlatin) wrote2006-05-08 12:58 pm
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Mal-Zoe
Ship's pretty quiet, and by the sound of the uncomfortable gurgling in Mal's stomach, dinnertime's come and gone.
This does not mean he has any intention of climbing out of his bunk to get anything to munch on, however. He's got books to keep him company, and his long-ago present from Susan stares at him from across his room forcefully enough that he goes to pick it up, more to flip through the pictures of Earth-that-Was London than to really study the words on the page.
This does not mean he has any intention of climbing out of his bunk to get anything to munch on, however. He's got books to keep him company, and his long-ago present from Susan stares at him from across his room forcefully enough that he goes to pick it up, more to flip through the pictures of Earth-that-Was London than to really study the words on the page.