deshhi.

           @bopnty.

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     gohan’s never seen a ship like that before. he’s been staring at it in the loading docks for a while now, blinking owlishly up at the craft, marvelling at it even despite the dents and scratches. he’s only ever travelled in smaller, rounder, clunkier things — usually pods or adaptations of them.

            ❝  mister —-  ❞

     he can’t help the curiosity; though more timid in his earlier youth, he’s been beginning to grow out of his shyness. gohan’s small hands cling to the rails, and he blinks up at the man with big eyes.

            ❝  is that your spaceship?  ❞

^{hands clasp tightly around the handle of  a brush,  scrubbing the exterior of swordfish ii.   nearly every crease of it clots with dirt and dust and scraps of other garbage  (  after crash landing into junkyard a few days ago ;   it’s a miracle this thing doesn’t still look like a crumpled hunk of metal.  )    the day is bright above them as is the sun  and  this is how spike has been spending it.   he hasn’t even been paying attention to the boy ‘til he spoke.}

^{“   yep,  “    he answers casually,   as the handle of the broom plops on concrete and leans against the ship’s wing.       “   you even been on a spaceship before  ?   “    he’s been waiting for his phone to ring soon ;   a call from jet about a new lead,  or anything.  nothing has come up, yet.     “ toss me that sponge over there.   “      with his free hand he points to the bucket filled with sudsy water and a yellow sponge.}