Entry Number 050603A
Rose took the datapad that was set next to her and turned it on, before resuming her nail filing. "10:34 Galactic time, after midday. You've been sleeping for a while now. At last there were no emergencies on board that required your skillful handling." I pulled a document close to me and scrunched it up, throwing it at her forehead. She laughed as I resumed to groan and roll my eyes. "Lesbian." I muttered and she threw the paper back at me, huffing. I started unrolling it in case it was something important to Navaien's and my case. "You're just jealous I get more girls than you."
"That's the point, Frost."
I still don't understand how I got this paper in my hand without bending down to pick it up, but I must be too tired to remember even bending down. Restless nights don't work out well for me.
I stood up to hopefully find something else other than ice cream to eat in the fridge. Rose was too busy looking through a Corellian fashion magazine to bother with whatever I was doing, muttering something about "feathers and aluminium" being all the craze suddenly. She slicked her finger with saliva from the tip of her tongue and I gagged a little inside as I opened the fridge. Nothing edible except her frozen treats. "Do you ever consider eating like, an apricot or something?" I whined, looking up as she turned the page in her magazine with a shake of her head. "Too bread like. I like the juice though."
I settled for crackers that were left on the counter. For some reason, it felt like those documents were weighing me down. I wanted to know about Raller and his gang, what truly happened in those fires and if there are any witnesses at all to this situation. I felt pulled towards it, but I didn't understand why.
"That's the point, Frost."
I still don't understand how I got this paper in my hand without bending down to pick it up, but I must be too tired to remember even bending down. Restless nights don't work out well for me.
I stood up to hopefully find something else other than ice cream to eat in the fridge. Rose was too busy looking through a Corellian fashion magazine to bother with whatever I was doing, muttering something about "feathers and aluminium" being all the craze suddenly. She slicked her finger with saliva from the tip of her tongue and I gagged a little inside as I opened the fridge. Nothing edible except her frozen treats. "Do you ever consider eating like, an apricot or something?" I whined, looking up as she turned the page in her magazine with a shake of her head. "Too bread like. I like the juice though."
I settled for crackers that were left on the counter. For some reason, it felt like those documents were weighing me down. I wanted to know about Raller and his gang, what truly happened in those fires and if there are any witnesses at all to this situation. I felt pulled towards it, but I didn't understand why.