hey there passengers, it's me, ya commissary

[dealwiththe]

Passengers: Everyone (get in here)
Location: Ye Olde Commissary
Date: March 1-7
Summary: Put tickets in, get knives, foam wives, and novelty t-shirts out (sorry I couldn't think of another rhyme)
Warnings: Will add as needed.


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[rank1]

He looks at the doll in his arms, and though she is very obviously just cleverly pigmented chemical soup whipped up into a human form, he almost wishes she'd turn her head and look at him and answer the question herself. Spare him the thought.

Travis shrugs, his expression veering hard.

"She's spoiled and selfish, and she's a pain in the ass," he says. "But why wouldn't I miss her? Look at her. She's a babe."

[lessandmorethanhuman]

"That all that draws you?" Not critical, Alex is honestly curious. In looks alone, she was indeed a babe.

[rank1]

"No," Travis replies, and without a trace of self-consciousness, he says: "Our souls are the same."

[lessandmorethanhuman]

Alex just uttered a soft "huh". Then shrugged. "Good for you then, man."