OOC: Sure ^^;
Several hours later, Andrew was sitting at the helm of the ship, making sure it was still drifting in a lazy orbit over the surface of the dustball planet they'd just been on. He programmed the ship to break free of the orbit before drifting over to one of the Slipstream gates.
OOC: (In this series, the only method of lightspeed travel are the Slipstreams; a sort of highway system made up of artifical wormholes.)
IC: As soon as he was sure the ship was set safely on its course, he got up and went to take a shower.
And as by strange coincidence, Serra was in the bathroom then, her silhouette was clearly seen beneath the shower curtain. She was taking her own 'morning' shower since she 'tried' to have one each time she woke up. It would be weird if in fact one heard, but all the time she was cleaning herself she was humming a sweet tone that echoed in the bathroom's walls, almost audible outside.
< Mitsuki's house >
Mitsuki nodded while kept blushing from his current compliment, as she stepped in, waving her tail happily.
As Mitsuki entered her house his eyes once again glanced down at her bottom but quickly brought his vision back up stepping inside her house once again.
Then, she turning back, facing Disturbed with her still cute blushy face. "..So..anything you want to eat...or drink..?"
"Next door..? Oh, no, no. That'll never do. We should definately be..." He dragged him in by his pelvis and ground his hips into him unsubtly and suggestively. "...A little closer than that, hmm?"
Flynn blushes and rubs the back of his head bashfully. "Umm...heh, o-okay. If that's how you want it."
Just at the mention of food Disturbed's belly started to rumble which he quickly tried to cover "Heh..I guess we could eat something. Anything will be fine Mitsuki, I'll help if you need it." he mentioned cheerfully.
Andrew stopped, a towel wrapped around his waist. 'Dang, she beat me to it...' he thought, sighing. 'I'll just have to wait I guess...' he wen and laid on his bunk, the towel still loosely draped around his waist as he started to fall asleep, waiting for her.
OOC: Where's the sense of perversion there?
Dot: Well not everybody can think like a porn video director.
DMX: I can, why others can't?
Dot: *Rolls eyes* You're special.
DMX: Yay! Wait a minute...
IC:
Serra was rubbing her body with a sponge she had found, her sexy body full of soap as it was slowly washed away by the clean water that rained on her. Her shower was lasting long, but she didn't stop singing her enticing tune, she almost seemed like she was purposedly humming it.